**Doeheart & Heronkit**
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birdie [Sorry this took like a week to get to! It's been a hectic irl week ><]
The frantic mother burst through the medicine cat den entrance, unconcerned with announcing her presence or requesting entry. With her small grey and white kit dangling from her jaws, cycling through fits of tensed seizing followed by periods of limpness, Doeheart scanned the den until her amber eyes found Fawnpaw. Setting Heronkit protectively between her front paws, Doeheart quickly delved into a frantic explanation,
"Fawnpaw! Please, I don't know what to do. I can't...I can't lose her. She...Heronkit has had little episodes like this before but they've always just gone away on their own, they pass, they always do, but this one...It keeps hitting her and...and she's not waking up! Please help her, please." An intense guilt suddenly gripped her lungs, driving the breath from her.
Have I allowed this to happen? Should I have I brought her to a medicine cat sooner? Could this have been avoided if only I'd said something sooner? She'd had no medicine cat to turn to before Fawnpaw was appointed, and even then, Fawnpaw was only just an apprentice and a brand new medicine cat with no formal training. A wave of nausea overtook her. Was her kit to die because Snakeheart had disappeared and she couldn't be bothered to track
somebody down to figure out what was plaguing her daughter?