“Is anyone injured from the battle?” Spottedkit glanced around at her loyal clanmates from a small clump of maple leaves. They trotted over to her, and one lifted their paw.
“I think I got a thorn.” A dark tortoiseshell tom-kit cried, “it’s stinging me like crazy!”
Spottedkit took a good look and sniffed carefully.
“I don’t think there’s much infection, Redkit,” The female tortoiseshell replied, “but here’s some marigold.” She picked up one of the leaves and crumpled it under her paw, then placed it on Redkit’s paw. “Stay off it for a while, but not the whole day.”
“I have a belly ache!” Moaned a pale gray she-kit, “I don’t know if I can eat anything.”
“Then you shouldn’t have been fighting at all, Brindlekit.” Spottedkit teased, almost laughing at her denmate. She reached down and picked up another maple leaf, “Here’s some ch