Stonekit woke up, blinking her tired eyes "Stonekit?" She heard, she looked up, seeing the tom, she didn't want to get up... She didn't want to go back.... They'll glare at her... Yell at her....

Freak. Disaster. Nothing. PSYCHO. PSYCHO. PSYCHO. PSYCHO!!!!

She felt a paw on her bandaged paw, she glared, DON'T TOUCH ME, making the medicine cat upset. She noticed this. Comfort him so he'll feel better. The tom walked away, giving her a squirrel, she blinked as she stared at it "Go on..." He said "No... It might be poisoned...." She said, more monotone than usually.

"Go on Stonekit.... It's either eating this or starve...." He said, calmly, making sure he didn't anger her, the kit just stared at him, she didn't want to eat... she didn't want to sleep... she didn't want to move.... she didn't want to talk....

But, she took a hesitant bite, still keeping an eye on the mental medicine cat, she took a deep breath. Then curling up again, trying to sleep, but the tom put her on his back "H-Hey!!!" She hissed, but the tom didn't listen, only started walking to the clan camp.

Worry was in his gut, like a parasite, she could hurt anyone.... even him.... even a leader, but, she couldn't kill them... Would she?

.....

WOULD SHE?