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A small, half drowned cat sat at the border. Sat might be a strong word, as it was more like slumped over. Her pelt smelled of Absum Lux under the stink of the flood waters but that was faint. The kit looked around, only a few moons old at this point, still unable to hunt and feed herself. She was starving his ribs beginning to show against her dappled grey pelt. The floods had washed away to rest of her family and only she had seemingly survived.
Jade. She knew her name but not who her mother and father were. She'd been too young. Jade waited for someone to find her, surely someone would find her right?
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Post by Spiderheart on Sept 18, 2019 14:11:53 GMT -5
Omenpaw had been out hunting, with the overwhelming about of new arrivals to the clan they needed as much prey as they could find. He shook out his thick pale calico pelt and let out a grunt as a mouse slipped from his paws, he was growing weary but his determination was too strong for him to give up, as he was about to turn and head in a different direction a strange scent hit his nose and he stopped. Keep an eyes out for other survivors. The words of Loststar echoed in his mind and he quickly turned and headed toward the scent when the sight of a small washed up she-cat came into view.
"Hello, are you alright?" He kept his voice soft and didn't get too close, afraid he would scare her, the condition she was in assured him that she had been caught by the flood that ravaged through the other territories and it sent a shiver of worry down his spin.
"I don't think so." The she kit mewed softly, her bright green eyes rounding at the appearance of the unknown cat. "I'm.. I'm lost." She stammered through her words as the she spoke. Her gaze scanned the area again. She had no idea where she was, but surely this cat wouldn't hurt a kit. Right?
Most cats wouldn't let a medicine cat go out on his own, but surely everyone could agree that Hystericplague wasn't quite normal. His disproportionate body slipped through the territory, a bundle of freshly picked herbs in his mouth when voices caught his attention. A twisted whisker twitched as the hairless tom argued with himself. Other cats were annoying, he should just leave them be. But he didn't recognize one of the voices. Perhaps this newcomer would be willing to test some herb mixtures for him. So, with that thought, he turned around and went to join Omenpaw and the new kit. His golden gaze took in the drowned kit, and held back his disappointment. This was a poor test subject. "I suppose I actually have to do my job here?" he said instead, breaking off into a short coughing fit. "Or shall we feed the the rat first?"
A hiss erupted from the kit, her fur fluffing up in fright at the sight of this new feline.. was he even feline? She'd been wrong. This thing would definitely hurt her. "Stay away from me." She spat, backing towards the border as her small claws extended. Could anyone blame her though? What was his job? To kill cats that trespassed? Were they going to be cruel and feed her a last meal just so they can say, at least she died with a full belly? She turned to flee, as tired as she was, terror would drive her paws.
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Post by Spiderheart on Sept 19, 2019 16:08:10 GMT -5
Omenpaw turned to greet the medicine cat when he arrived, he opened his mouth to reply but the kits sudden outburst drew his attention away quickly. "It's alright, no one is going to hurt you." He cooed gently, approaching the her as she turned to flee. "He is Fallclans medicine cat, he wants only to help you feel better." The calico tom rested his tail gently on the kits back in an attempt to calm her down while shooting a quick glance at Hystericplague, hew knew there was more to the medicine cat than just healing, but this frightened kit did not need to know that.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, turning his gaze back to her.
With a roll of his golden eyes, Hystericplague dropped his bundle of herbs. "I do enjoy that terror on your face, but I'm actually here to help." For now. "So I do suggest laying back down and allowing me to work." Letting out a sigh, he began sorting through his limited supply. There wasn't much, but it would work as an emergency treatment until they were able to relocate the kit to the camp. "You're weak and probably starving, but do you have any pain anywhere?"
She didn't like this cat. She decided this already. But Omenpaw? She pressed into his touch, trusting him at least, and beginning to feel the cold that had seeped into her unkempt fur. Her family had been running from the rouges that had all but wiped out Absum Lux and had run right into the flood that had decimated the survival clans. What kind of luck was that? She could only assume that her entire family was dead, and she had limped injured to the closest scent markers she could find.
"My paw and my shoulder." She mewed softly, turning jade green eyes up the Omenpaw for reassurance. She'd twisted her paw when she'd be swept off her feet, and while clinging to a log something sharp has cut her shoulder. With the floodwaters, she'd accepted it would probably become infected. She could only hope this medicine cat was a good at healing as he was at frightening young kits.
Twisted whiskers twitched as the kit looked to Omenpaw. Hystericplague was the one that would be helping her, not the apprentice. At least have a bit of gratitude. "Get the thing some food, will ya?" he instead asked of Omenpaw, never quite taking his eyes off of his patient. He inched closer, beginning his prodding of the indicated paw and wound. Oh, he would give something this kit to be afraid of, but he would get her back to full health, and he would have his fun while doing it. Still, he made sure his touch was gentle, as it would only cause more problems if he were too rough. It was almost a surprise how gentle the terrifying cat could be, as some of his other test subjects had noted.
Once he was satisfied, he went back to his small herb pile, separating the ones he knew he would need. Without a word, he set out some chamomile, then set to chewing up some comfrey roots for the wound. It didn't seem to be infected yet, which was less fun to Hystericplague, but that would be easier. Which meant that he had to clean the gash before an infection actually did set in. He cast another glance in Omenpaw's direction. Would it have been better to take the runt to camp for some food after doing a quick treatment of the wounds? Probably. But he just wanted to see how the kit would react without the apprentice around.
"I..I'm not hungry." She mewed, her bright green eyes flaring at the idea of the apprentice leaving her alone with this monsterish cat. She looked desperately at the apprentice, only hoping her fear would stay his paws.
As soon as he had the comfrey roots completely chewed, he jabbed a paw at the kit's ribs. "You're not hungry, and you definitely did not almost drown, huh? I fully believe you." With a roll of his his and a deep cough, he started applying the salve to the wound. "I assume you haven't had anything to eat for a few days. You may not like me, I know, but if you don't eat, you will die. And if that were to happen, my abilities would be questioned, and I might not be able to do as I please anymore. And that would be bad."
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Post by Spiderheart on Oct 26, 2019 23:04:40 GMT -5
Omenpaw pressed his side against the kit and looked down at her. "Its okay, he wont hurt you I promise. You need to eat though, I wont go far so I'll still be in earshot, if you need to call for me and I will come back." The apprentice stood and waited a moment, he knew the medicine cat was scary and odd but he also knew that the hairless tom wouldnt do anything to risk his position especially when it came to kits as Loststar made it clear any kit found was to be brought to her.
