Smokekit POV:
When I finally wake up, I discover that I am in a small den filled with herbs and smelling only of herbs and dust. I recognize this place to be similar to our medicine den from my small explorations. A few moments later, a beautiful orange she-cat enters and looks around, seeming startled when she realizes I am awake. She sighs in relief. "I'm Dusksun," she explained gently, "the WindClan medicine cat. How are you, Smokekit?" Her voice is kind and musical, the best sound I have ever heard; it competes only with a bluebird that had once flown into camp, singing. Most voices directed towards me are harsh and scolding, nothing like hers.
I nod, assuming Gorseheart had told her my name. "I'm okay, I guess," I respond. I hesitate before confiding, "Everything hurts."
She comes closer and I flinch, expecting her to do something to weaken me further, or at least swat me over the ears for complaining. Instead, she sniffs the herbs plastered on my side and belly. I watch carefully as she removes the poultices and replaces them with fresh ones. Then, she licks me between the ears. Startled, I nearly jump out of my pelt, looking at her with wide, surprised eyes. She, too, looks confused. "Has your mother never done that to you before?" she asks.
I shake my head. She prods further, "Never groomed you or anything?"
"No," I say. "Never to me, at least. Only my sisters."
She nods, as if that explained my surprise and my ungroomed pelt. I realize that she had groomed it. Summoning as much gratitude as I can muster, I say, "Thank you."
In return, she just smiles and gives me a few seeds to eat, making me fall fast asleep.
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Painted by Smoke
FantasyA Warriors fanfiction. Please Note: I don't own Warriors or the canon characters, all I own is my ocs and this story. Smokekit never fit in. She was strange. She was never liked much. Quite frankly, she was commonly overlooked by even her parents. S...
