Weak-kit slowly opened his eyes to see the sun shimmering through the nursery. He slowly got to his paws feeling a cough rumble up in his throat. Weak-kit let out a nasty cough as his father, Tornheart lifted his head from his paws, as he heard Nightsoul dash onto the nursery shoving herbs into the kits mouth. Weak-kit coughed of the dryness which made Nightsoul shove herbs down weak-kit's throat. Weak-kit tried not cough and did successfully as he looked at his father "Tornheart can I get some water?" Weak-kit rasped as the black tom nodded getting to his paws and leaving the nursery. He sighed "I hate my life...from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep Nightsoul gives me herbs! I can't be a normal kit! I doubt I'll be a warrior! I'll be a medicine cat!...I don't ever want to leave the nursery but at the same time I do...it hurts...I hate my name...if I did go out into battle...TallClan would attack me because of my name!" Thought weak-kit feeling sorry for himself. He looked outside of the nursery seeing his sister playing with yellowkit and Stormkit wishing he could go play with them but Tornheart nor Nightsoul would allow it. Weak-kit saw his father slid through the ferns with a soaked moss ball, Tornheart set the wet moss ball in front of Weak-kit as weak-kit lapped up the water in the moss feeling the water go down his throat feeling the dryness go away. "Thank you Tornheart..."  muttered Weak-kit as Tornheart nodded once again curling around weak-kit as weak-kit sighed, even though he just woke up, he was still tried. Weak-kit wished her wasn't sick and quitely whispered half asleep, "StarClan I wish I wasn't sick anymore."