[doghouse]

Zia limped into the den, blood still soaking her dark pelt from multiple wounds. She saw Ardis curled in a nest. Ardis is nice.... she thought. Ardis was the only cat Zia really liked and felt comfortable around, so the kit padded over, wincing in pain and prodded Ardis lightly in the side, very aware of the reek of blood that wafted from her fur.

Ardis lifted her head from where she was laying, curled up. She yawned and looked about. “Zia!” she gasped, bending forwards and sniffing the wounds on Zia's shoulders and side. They weren't too deep, but they were long and jagged. The black and gray tabby quickly dragged herself out of her nest, grabbing a pawful of cobwebs and marigold. She chewed the marigold into a pulp then spat it on her paw before rubbing it into all of Zia's injuries. Then she grabbed some goosegrass repeated the process. Once she'd done that, Ardis wrapped the wounds in cobwebs. “Stay with me for a bit in case they start to bleed again.”