In Desperate Need of Help, pt. 2 (Open)

Mintpaw flicked his ear, slightly on edge by the sound of a hubbub from the corner of camp that he had watched Kestrelstar escape to a few moment before Stonefang had stomped into camp. Stonefang had suprised him by speaking up against Grayscar, but though Mintpaw knew she'd spoken truthfully, he didn't feel her words were right. The new apprentice had barely left the nursery, and allowing loners into our camp could have catastrophic effects if another Clan were to find out.

His tail-tip twitched nervously. He'd only gotten a glimpse of the two kits, tabby pelts mushed together. They seemed a bit dirty and honestly sad, and his heart tugged his paws as he nervously crept towards his superiors. He wasn't going to speak up- not yet. M-maybe when he did he would just express concern for the kits. It was against the warrior code to deny a kit in need. It would be fine to hover on the edge of the group with his pale eyes wide and wait for someone to notice him.

Mintpaw reserved himself to crouch a few paces behind Stonefang and wait to be called upon so that he could bring those poor little bundles to Sparrowtail- and possibly (possibly) toss in his own input..

Mintpaw hopped at her call, straightening out his legs and padding around Stonefang. "Of course," he dipped his head at Kestrelstar.

He eyed the ginger kit worriedly as he approached, giving her a quick once-over. Of course, he had little clue what could be going on with her, but it still felt like something his mentor would do. The thing looked a bit pitiful- her companion seemed much better. He flicked his tail contemplating how to move her. She only seemed a moon or two younger than he.

"Hi," Mintpaw murmured, reaching forward to urge the gray tabby away from her sister, towards Grayscar. "Wanna come with me and..." he glanced at the other kit, expecting to get her name. "And get her to my den?" He didn't wait for a response, and nudged her to her paws, before flanking the sick one in the direction of the medicine cats den. Craning his neck to look at her, he smiled. "You'll get fixed up in no time- Sparrowtail's a talented cat."

Mintpaw's tail-tip twitched, and he wrinkled his nose. Of course he should have noticed, she just seemed a bit dazed. Flustered, the tabby's eyes flickered over the kit for a minute, before nodding. "I apologize," he muttered, stepping forward again. "But there's no need to snap. Sparrowtail won't be pleased if you snap at him as well."

He bent down to sniff the ginger kitten. She smelled sour- her fever was worrisome- and he pulled away quickly. Turning his attention on the gray tabby, he realized that she must just be concerned for her littermate. Mintpaw wasn't sure what he'd do if Peachpaw was sick to this point. "She's too big for me alone, dear," he started. "Would you mind helping me? I'll do most of the work, just help me brace her."

Flicking his ear, he bent down and lightly tugged the ginger kit's scruff. He had long legs and managed to keep her mostly in the air, but her small paws bounced lightly against the ground as he rounded her towards the medicine cats den.