I'll Be the Watcher of the Eternal Flame // Open, Medical Check ups

[Keona.]

✯ — female. typhoon. beta. blind rusty spotted cat. ref. bio.

Keona is fairly certain, though she does not ask aloud, that they had no official witch doctor yet, so she was a little uncertain about just doing what the voice said.  Besides, she was also rather certain, just as Papercutter was, that she was just fine.  Aside from having gotten pinched by a crab the other day of course.  Her paw still hurt just a little, but Bee had taken care of it.  She was fine.  Not to mention, she did not plan on taking a knife to the throat.

She was only a beta.  Besides, a knife to the throat, on someone as small as she, would most likely mean no more head.  In that case, there was not a lot this strange speaker could do for her, now was there?  The kitten frowned.  That was not a nice thought.

After a moment, the tiny beta followed after Papercutter, thinking if anything, her father might appreciate hearing she had a clean bill of health.  She flicked an ear as she arrived, skidding softly on the sand.  She walked on her recently injured paw very carefully, but since it was too terribly bad - it would have been considerably worse had the crab been larger -  growing more and more daring with every step.

Keona angles her head upward, to face the larger feline more directly.  His voice sounded strange.  Was he wearing something maybe?  Or was just that how he sounded?  Odd. "fine too," she mumbled after Papercutter.  "Should wait papa," she added quickly, tail swishing to and fro.  Mostly, she did not want any strange-speaking cat giving her a checkup without her father.

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