Shaking and flailing? Could Ghostcrown be any more vague? That could literally be anything: from a serious condition to the kit simply panicking. His brother's comment about the kits' ability to answer only made Firetooth more sure that his sibling seriously needed a crash course on basic kit-care, Chimerastar probably knew more about how kits worked. Even still, the Medicine Cat ran through possible scenarios in his head, grabbing various herbs and tossing them into a small pile at an impressive speed with each new possibility that popped into his head. The tom stared down at the batch for a brief moment, before quickly gathering them all in his jaws and bounding past Ghostcrown towards the Nursery.

He was glad he took the extra precautions, because when he poked his head into the den, Firetooth was met by the sight of Jetfire and Discordantmelody, as well as three screaming and crying kits, rather than just one. He glanced between Secretkit, Fawnkit, and Sparrowkit, each of them looking to be in equal amounts of distress. His eyes quickly met the Queen's as he set down his herbs in front of her nest. "Which one needs the most immediate attention?" He asked her, his voice calm and even. "Do you know what specific medical issues they are dealing with?"

Firetooth looked between the three kits again as their mother described the issues. One with a heart condition, one with seizures, and one that passes out if not fed at regular intervals. For a moment he glanced over at Grumpykit, who seemed to be the only kit not making a fuss, though he too looked sickly, if not a bit uncomfortable. Perhaps that one had a more chronic issue? But that was a question for later. Instead. he took out a veiny, light-green leaf and passed it to Jetfire. "It's Belladonna," he explains. "It should help calm Secretkit's spams. Since she's so young, one leaf should be enough, though as she gets older we'll need to workshop more complex herb combinations to keep the seizures under control." He then grabbed a snow-white flower with a yellow center, and pulled off a few of the petals before setting it in front of the two she-cats. "Give Fawnkit some chamomile and she should be just fine. I'll take care of Sparrowkit."

Firetooth considered the tiny grey kit for a moment, before dashing out of the Nursery, only to return a few moments later carrying a rabbit bone. The kits appeared to be somewhere between their mother's milk and solid food, so he hoped this might be more appealing to little Sparrowkit. He snapped the bone in two with his jaws, then crouched down on the ground in front of the stumbling kit. "Hey there, Sparrowkit," he mewed, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle. "Don't worry, I'm a friend of Mommy's. She said you weren't feeling well?" The Medicine Cat carefully lifted her chin up with the backside of his paw, and pushed the broken prey bone towards her with his nose. "I've got some yummy bone marrow for you. It's a tasty treat, and should help with your tummy, okay?"

Jetfire watched carefully, as the herbs were laid before her. Naturally she was distrustful of the herbs being given to her, but it was much the same as ther herbs they had been given back in SunClan. Slowly she molded before grabbing the chamomile petals first and setting them In front of Fawnkit “We are going to have a race!” She purred warmly “let’s see who can eat their medicine the fastest you or Secretkit” before grabbing the green leaf that she had been given for him. It wasn’t one she was familiar with, but neither was it one that she had been warned to stay away from. She used one paw to rip it into smaller pieces and tilt his head upwards but Secretkit’a flailing was making it difficult to hold him and her the medicine down his throat. Hearing Ghostcrown’s question she answered “help hold his paws” seeing the hesitation “better hurry Fawnkit, or Secretkit is going to win”

As she worked on the two kits  she listened to Firetooth speak with Sparrowkit. He was being gentle, and it helped ease some of her burden. She would have never thought to have tried the bone marrow, but it was a good idea when she couldn’t produce enough milk to give her what she needed. “Sparrowkit he’s right, I’m jealous that I’m not getting any it’s super tasty” she tried to sound enthusiastic, but she was so tired. Both physically and mentally exhausted

Firetooth let out a relieved sigh when Sparrowkit finally began eating the bone marrow, wrapping his tail around his ginger paws contentedly. He let out a small smile as he listened to Jetfire encourage her kits to eat their herbs through a playful competition - leave it to Queens to know how to get small, fluffy patients to behave better than he ever could. Despite everything that had happened to her, Jetfire seemed to be keeping it together decently enough, at least, in front of her kits. The tom couldn't help but feel admiration for someone putting on such a brave face in front of kits. For a brief moment, he thought back to the brave face of his own mother, and the encouraging words she purred into his ear when he was chosen to be a Medicine Cat. It was only seasons later that he learned just how panicked she had actually been at the time. "What do you think, Sparrowkit?" He asked gently, bringing his attention back to his patient. "Pretty good, right? Does your tummy feel a bit better?"

Ghostcrown nodded and hurried closer to help restrain the tiny kit. He was hesitant, afraid to hurt his little paws, but he found he could hold down the thrashing kit without using much of his strength.

He flashed an irritated look up at Discordantmelody. "They can't help it."

"Oh right, how could I forget?" Discordantmleody replied mockingly. She rolled back onto her stomach and pushed herself into a sitting position, her black tail wrapped around her paws, then said, "That's what happens when you don't do your research."


Fawnkit's body put up no fight as her mother force-fed her medicine. Before long she was resting very peacefully up against her side.

It took some effort for Firetooth to resist the urge to roll his eyes at Fawnkit's screeching, maintaining a completely nonplussed reaction as the tiny kit hyperventilated until she passed out. Another little drama queen. Once both Secretkit and Fawnkit had calmed down and were peacefully curled up against their mother, the Medicine Cat finally allowed himself to relax, patiently waiting until Sparrowkit had finished eating the bone marrow before gently lifting her by her scruff and setting her with Jetfire beside her resting siblings. "Looks like they've all settled down now," he meowed to the Queen, giving the three another look over for good measure. "Their health conditions aren't exactly ideal, but I was honestly expecting a lot worse. With consistent herbs to help manage the symptoms and regularly-scheduled feeding times, I don't see why any of them can't eventually grow up to become strong and capable warriors. Remind me to send Lovearrow and Rustyheart to visit you later, Jetfire; they've both lived with heart conditions similar to Fawnkit's for their entire lives, and should be able to provide you with a good idea of what her future might look like...so long as we can stop her from panicking every five minutes."

He hadn't realized that his apprentice had arrived until Freckledpaw had spoken up behind him; she was seriously too good at keeping quiet. "We're fine for now," he answered his apprentice. "But I want you to keep regular watch on the kits for the next moon or so. If any of their synptoms flare up again, use the same treatments I've just given them." On her question about Grumpykit, he brought his attention back to the final siblings, noting that Freckledpaw had made a good point. Bending over, he sniffed Grumpykit, careful as to not disturb the small tom's slumber. "He didn't seem to panic with his siblings, so I don't think he has any internal issues, or at least, anything immediately serious." Squinting, he gently moved Grumptykit's paw off of his face. Despite seeming to be in a deep enough sleep, his eyelids appeared to be fluttering strangely. "Is there some sort of issue with his eyes?" He asked Jetfire curiously.

Freckledpaw watched carefully as he examined Grumpykit, listening to Jetfire speak of his odd squinting. She squeezed in beside Firetooth and leaned in close to the kit to watch his eyes for a moment before looking back at the queen. "What is his behaviour like?" She questioned again, ignoring the fact that Jetfire looked exhausted. The apprentices first thought was that it was perhaps a tick the young kit had, but with the severity of his siblings problems she felt it was probably something deeper than that. "It hasn't gotten better, but has it gotten worse?" She was still knew so she wouldnt be able to diagnose the issue, all she could do was get as much information as possible so her mentor could figure it out.

The den was getting too crowded for Discordantmelody's liking; she'd never get to be alone with Jetfire at this rate. She'd have to try again later. Picking up the remains of the two mice, she quietly exited the den.