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As he was awaiting a reply from Chestnutpaw, Cinder felt relief as the crying kit's mother entered the scene. He regretfully turned from his crush to face Asterblossom and asked her gently, "Ma'am, is there anything I can do to help you? Perhaps go with Corpsepaw or fetch some wet moss?" The student was not used to this type of situation but he felt a crushing need to make himself useful.
The small group of cats that gathered outside of the Nursery brought forth the Winterclan pupil like a moth to a flame. Her short legs made quick and swift strides towards the group which grew loud with concerned conversations and cries. The usual, kind and cheerful expression that the Pupil wore was gone and replaced with a more serious and focused look as she strode in, falling in line alongside Asterblossom who had just entered shortly before her. Chestnutpaw blocked out the unnecessarily voices of concern as she focused on her target.
"What happened Expressokit?" She spoke up calmly, her serious expression softened as she approached the kit head on, her pale green gaze trailing around the kit's body, noting a oddly raised paw. The motion often signified pain or intolerance so she only suspected that was the main cause for concern.
Corsepaw came in following Chestnutpaw as she'd been on the way to retrieve the Pupil when she'd come running past her. The student stayed back, unsure of what she should do or how she could help. The voices spoke to her, and her alone, telling her how much she'd failed the kit, the clan, and that she was useless. It questioned why she was there and why she bothered. The voices distracted her from the world.
Espressokit cried on, comforted by his mother being there, but only able to get out part of a sentence. "My..I-I fell on-on my PAW!" His tears started up again, fiercer than before as he cried out.
Chestnutpaw's ears flickered in a moment of confusion, though her expression remained still and calm. "On you paw?" She echoed quickly, taking in the sight of the kit's paw. There as no visible wound nor was there blood to be seen or smelled. Her hazel eyes glided around her paw again before she reached out with her own speckled paw, touching the kit's toes gently. Though the kit seemed visible bothered, there was hardly a reaction when she touched his toes. Chestnutpaw stared deeply at the kit before slowly sliding up her paw to the kit's wrist, adding a gentle pressure the more she rose...
