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Jetclaw groaned, pain throbbing through her body. The ground beneath her cold. She turned slowly then let out a hiss at the pain throbbed from her her shoulder and near her throat.
Everything ached terribly, and she could feel wrappings covering her wounds, and the chill of a place not warmed by the sun.
And the place didn't smell like anywhere she knew.
She warily cracked open an eye and was greeted with the sight of some place... she had never seen before. It was most certainly not the high priesess's den, nor the prisons below. Both should've smelled of SunClan. No this scent was different.
Then it hit her and she sat up immediately, hissing in pain at the agony that erupted from her shoulder and neck wound making her dig her claws into the ground and drop back into the nest she'd been laying in.
Clearly whatever wounds she had, they were far from healed.
'I was fighting Bloodyrondo... how'd I get here?' Jetclaw thought teeth gritted as she tried to stave off the agony from overwhelming her.
"You need to relax" came a soft but firm voice. A dark gray she-cat entered the injured she cat's line of sight, and gently reached out to play a paw on her to prevent her from trying to get up again. A small frown was fixed on her expression and the slightest hint of annoyance shown in her eyes as she assessed Jetclaw's wounds. "You've opened it again" she sighed, reaching for a near by wad of cobwebs, and went to work carefully pressing them into her wound.
Jetclaw hissed as the cat applied cobwebs to the wound that had reopened... the wound Bloodyrondo had delivered when shed been trying to fight him. "Where is this? This doesn't smell like SunClan?" She rasped but the throbbing pain kept her seated more than the healer's words to not move.
"Bloodyrondo hurt you this bad? I didn't take him for a fighter," Creek was fiddling with a needle and a string while his apprentice cleaned the wound. A new procedure for him, stitches, but he'd seen Funk do it often enough and Jetclaw certainly could use it. He wasn't so sure that this subject was willing but she was too weak to fight back so it was basically the same thing, "Tempest, numb the wound." He was rummaging through a drawer now, looking for something, "I'll be ready in just a moment, so be quick about it."
"Correct," Creek answered bluntly, shoving the needle into one of the gashes without waiting for Tempest to numb it. He wasn't known for his patience, but he moved quickly enough, skillful, the sensation would not be pleasant but felt no worse than pricks from a kitten's claw, "Do you have any more questions? I'm afraid talking is going to be all you'll be able to do for quite some time. Once you're stabilized I'll see if Innocentia will allow you to stay in my den for a few days. I'm afraid you won't last long in her care, not with wounds this deep."
Jetclaw grimaced, tensing up a little hissing when that made the wound hurt worse. So she forced herself to take a deep breath then let it out, repeating it till she relaxed. "I need to claw Bloodyrondo's eyes out, when will I be able to do that?" She asked. Dread pooled in her stomach at the mention of Innocentia, she wasn't stupid and knew what the white cat was capable of after all. But it mattered less at this point. What mattered was making Bloodyrondo suffer. Perhaps she could strike a bargain with Innocentia in exchange for the white cat helping her claw out Bloodyrondo's eyes.
"Well, you could do it now, so long as he held still and let you. Your paws are in good condition although your shoulder will give you some regardless of which arm you use. I think your larger concern should be how you will reach him. You were a gift from Senescence to Innocentia, after all. Neither proxy will let you go that easily," Creek replied, not at all phased by Jetclaw's bloodlust. He had already closed up one wound and was moving onto the next one now, "Anything else?"
Jetclaw looked startled. "A gift?" She echoed eyes narrowing. She imagined the only gifts Senescence gave Innocentia would be that of a cat she wished to eat. "Why patch me up if Innocentia is just going to eat me?" She asked.
She... rather hoped Innocentia wouldn't eat her. OR at least would allow her to take a shot at Bloodyrondo and then try to eat her. At least then if Jetclaw couldn't find a way out, she'd at least go down having gotten done what she needed to.
"Innocentia doesn't eat every one of her prisoners, otherwise there would be no point at all in having a Punishment District. As for patching you up, well, it's good practice, no?" Creek often took on Innocentia's victims knowing they had cruel fates. It was beneficial for all parties except for of course the subject. Creek got practice and Innocentia got a few more days of fun, "There, the biggest woulds are closed up, for the most part anyway." He'd left holes at each end of the scratches for drainage. He turned his back to Jetclaw now as he began to mix some healing herbs, "You're really quite lucky. An inch deeper in either direction and you'd have bled out before you left SunClan's camp."
