Ringpaw nodded dutifully, her face softening as she turned to the sickly kitten. She watched as the little black and white kit swallowed the catmint as soon as she had been told. With a small smile, Ringpaw sat down next to the kit, pushing a small sprig of coltsfoot towards the cat. “I’m Ringpaw. What’s your name?” She purred softly, looking down at the small cat with gentleness. It made her heart ache to see a kitten this small coughing and hurting so much, away from her mother and family. Resting her tail on the kit’s spine, Ringpaw moved it forwards a bit to her head, where she could feel the beginnings of a fever. Hopefully the coltsfoot and catmint would help put off a fever, which could be fatal. “How are you feeling?” She asked gently, moving her tail away again.

Ringpaw smiled a tiny bit where she heard the kits name. “Well hello Eveningkit,” She said, trying to be comforting. Ringpaw’s face fell. “I know. All of the sick cats here, it’s awful. But I’m sure that you’ll be getting well soon and you’ll be back at camp in no time.” She sympathized, before pausing to think. Cold and icky. She was probably running a small fever if she felt cold, not hot enough to make her feel uncomfortably warm, but enough that the chill in the air was freezing in comparison. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring you some moss to put around you, that should be a bit warmer.”