It never seemed that bad. Miika was just like the others. Playing in the woods.
But then it got worse.
She couldn't breathe as well anymore, she couldn't keep up. Pieces of her fell away until she was no longer a happy little cat.
She was bedridden.
"You can't just, come out or something?" Kick would ask, standing by Miika's bed. "I mean like I know you're sick, but fresh air might help! It's stuffy in here."
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