WindClan Elders' Den

[Tallstar]

Duckthroat slept in the den nuzzled up and shaking slightly

[nyme]

AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 8 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN

"Elders! It's me!!" It's been a while since Maggotpaw had come to check on them, and it bristles at the thought, feeling almost...almost....what? What is the feeling, when you hurt for someone else?

Maggotpaw doesn't find the answer because the painful twinge doesn't linger long, but it knows it hates it. That feeling, of course—not the elders (never the elders) who must have somehow caused it.

The scruffy white cat marches in, looking thoughtful. It's been waking up shivering each morning, so it can only assume that the elders must be having a similar struggle. Elders are fragile things, Maggotpaw knows. They hurt and they itch and they stink and they shiver, and they need help with all of those things.

"Elders, do you hurt? Do you itch? I can help. Is your den warm enough? If it isn't I will make everybody make you warm, okay? Everybody." After seeing how easily the clan had been organized and mobilized (with a few exceptions) during the fires, Maggotpaw's wondered about what else everyone could be ordered up to do. Warriors! Make these old-cats warm and happy and safe at once! Maybe it could shout that, or it could make some other more important cat shout that, and the task would be handled with the same dedication that those fires had been snuffed out with.

A curious thought.

In the meantime, though, it is only Maggotpaw here, peering wide-eyed around the den, taking note of what all it might be able to help with on its own today.

@Rustleaf ; FIDGETBERRY
@Tallstar ; DUCKTHROAT
@Diamondfur ; OWLCLAW

[ responses aren't required, maggot is just checking in once more ]