Ashkit was moved, with Silverkit, to the medicine cat den. The world still made Ashkit curious, but as for now, he had no enthusiasum. He and Silverkit curled up together on one nest, just in case there were more sick cats or something like that. He knew how much trouble a weak kit like him could get into when they were sick, like close death experiences. Ashkit shuddered at the thought, and fell to sleep quickly. Would he ever be enough to this Clan, or would he always be the useless weak clump of fur in camp? A few days later Ashkit was woken up when a howl of fear yowls filled the air, also with mourn. Nothing bad had happened, had it?Littlewhisker quickly ran into the den, but didn't notice Ashkit awake, and rushed back out. Ashkit crawled out and looked at a dead cat in the middle of the clearing. Gorsebush, a queen that had left the nurcery right before his birth, was lying still, with Tanglepaw, Yarrowpaw, and Daisypaw surrounding her with mournful yowls. Gorsebush had died. Quickly, before anyone noticed, Ashkit slid back into his nest. Silverkit's eyes were open, round with surprise and fear. 'What happened Ashkit? Where were you,' Silverkit whispered, shifting uncomfortably in her makeshift nest. It was obvious, she was uncomfortable without her mother near by. 'Gorsebush is dead, but I don't know why. Her three kits are around her, yowling in sadness,' Ashkit replied, getting comfortable in the nest again. Silverkit yawned and stood up, stretching her long, powerfull legs. Ashkit sighed quietly. He was filled with envy as he watched Silverkit strongly leap to the small puddle of water, and drink a few mouthfuls. Ashkit stood and stretched, following then. He slurped up a few mouthfuls before Littlewhisker came back in and purred as he noticed how well the herbs were working on them. 'Ashkit, your father is hurt from a badger, and I'm really sorry. But he is healing well, so, you, just like him, should heal, I hope,' Littlewhisker mewed in Ashkit's ear. Silverkit sighed contentedly as she sat up after her drink. Littlewhisker stepped up to her and sniffed her. 'Your healing well, Silverkit. A few more days, and you'll be back with you mother,' Littlewhisker purred, giving her a few more herbs. Ashkit grunted, and lied back down in the nest, curling into a tight ball and drifting back into sleep. A circle of mice surrounded him, and was ready to attack. 'A weak kit like him can't catch a mouse, but a mouse can catch him,' a mouse teased, snapping at his paws. Ashkit hissed, and swung a claw at the mouse. The mouse dodged and laughed at him, snapping quickly at his paws again. The circle was tenced, and ready to spring. He closed his eyes. Suddenly, Ashkit felt a sharp sting in his side, and opened his eyes. Silverkit was staring at him in confusion. 'Ashkit, what's wrong? You were moving like a paniced kittypet and yowling like a badger was chasing you,' Silverkit mewed in confusion, licking Ashkit between his ears. 'I hate being a runt. I have no power, and I can get killed easily,' Ashkit growled, backing away from Silverkit, and licking his paw that he had dreamed the mouse had bitten. Silverkit mewed under her breath, and turned away. She quickly began to chase a berry that was rolling through the den. Ashkit watched in dismay. He never tried stalking things before, but he'd probably be bad at it. Ashkit decided one try wouldn't be so bad. Quickly, he tenced his hind legs, and leaped, landing beside Silverkit. He tried to run faster than her, but she was much faster, and almost had the berry in her paws. Ashkit tenced again, and pounced, landing in front of Silverkit and stepping on the berry, squishing it. He lifted his paw to lick it off, but Littlewhisker appeared and pushed Ashkit's paw down.