Seeing that the Kit was just barely alive, Shadowheart started to panic. She wasn't good with Kits. She had no motherly instincts, like the other she-cats seemed to have, and some even said she had a heart full of shadows, henceforth her name, with no room for love. But this Kit... She couldn't let it die. She couldn't bring herself to kill it and end its misery. And she sure as heck couldn't bring it back to Camp in this condition, let alone leave it here while she went to get help. It would surely be picked off by a predator. So, she started to lick its wounds, cleaning the blood and clearing her thoughts with each rythmatic stroke of her tongue. She had been alive long enough to know a few basic herbs that the Medicine Cats used... Hopefully she knew as many as it would take to bring this Kit back to its full lively self.