She purrs as the small kit waddles in. Hello, Stormkit. Her voice was kind as well as her eyes. Her voice was deeper than the kits, kind and gentle. Is there anything you need? She asks sitting infront of the tiny kit.
She spots the sharp thorn. You have a thorn in your paw. Hold still and it will only hurt a little. She says as she pulls the thorn out and tosses it away