Myrtlekit
Myrtlekit glances at the newcomer with slight disdain, can't she see that mother and herself are in the middle of a conversation? It's rude to interrupt another cat! She was just about to respond too when she hears the question, what a silly thing to ask, why could she have ever harmed Mother? The correct answer is that it's not possible, that didn't happen. How silly, she should clear this little misconception up.
"Psht, why would it hwurt? I would neva hurt Mama, how silly of you. If ywour kits hwurt you, then they are... mwongrels," She huffs to Seagullwing, eyes narrowing.
That would be such a naughty thing to do! Hurting your mother, how inconceivably... inconceivable! Your mama is your role model, your shelter from the yucky dirt, your comfy place to rest when you accidentally exhaust yourself when yelling at other cats too hard! Your mother is the coolest, you can't hurt her! It's out of the question, oh look... the ground is muddy. EWW! Myrtlekit forgets all about the ridiculous question and starts to freak out. Her paws; muddy. Her pelt; spotle- is that a speck of dirt?! Nope, no, no, no. She is
not okay. She is worse then terrible, she's
filthy. Mother has to fix this right away, she cannot go on with life unless she is perfectly clean. If she is not clean, then she is not happy. She is miserable in fact, extremely not okay. Why is the ground so yucky? Did she forget that this happens every time she touches the ground? Myrtlekit's eyes water as she stares incredulously at her dirty paws, she
hates it. It's revolting and terrible, it needs to go away. Mama will help her, right? Yes, because that is Mama's job, to save her from the yucky muck.
"Mama... save me," She whispers, breath catching in her throat.
She doesn't dare to move, what if it got on her pelt too? That thought might be the only reason she hasn't passed out yet.