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Pinesimmer, medicine cat of SummerClan. All because Eshek had killed Aspenstar. Well, jokes on his sister, he had nothing to do with it. But while he was here in SummerClan... if he could get back at Phantomfox just a little bit, he would. And well, he knew exactly how to do it, without ever laying a paw on the tom.
Rosethorn had been injured when NightClan took over. Pinesimmer knew it, and had told Pinetempest, one of the Garden Keepers, to fetch her to his newly claimed den as soon as possible. After all, that kind of injury could get infected easily if not well taken care of.
Rosethorn didn't remember much about Pinesimmer- mostly that he was obnoxious and Aspenstar disliked him. He had once called her son a weakling, but who hadn't? Besides, those much more respectful of Foxpaw had just recently forced him through the worst trauma, so what did it matter? The garden keeper was not aware that he had recently taken one of Ratstar's lives- she'd been out of camp, and then immediately isolated with her son away from anyone who might've told her.
The pretty cream and gray-furred she-cat followed Pinetempest when she was summoned, dragging herself from her uneasy slumber and towards the medicine cat den. The slashes along her cheek and chest were caked with dried blood from Phantomfox's blows the night prior, and her amber eyes were groggy from sleep. "Pinesimmer," she greeted, stepping into the den as her escort left again. "I can't say I expected to see you again."
"Cats are often surprised to see I'm still alive." That's probably not what Rosethorn meant, but it's how Pinesimmer answered. "But I live to spite the gods any my sister, so I expect to be around for a good long while. Much to their disappointment." The tom didn't turn to greet her, but seemed to be pulling herbs at random from Vulturemalice's, now his, stores.
"..I heard what Phantomfox did to you." He fought to keep his voice as neutral as possible, but this was Pinesimmer, notorious for his attitude, and the contempt and hatred for Rosethorn's ex leaked through fairly easily.
His answer made her exhale in amusement, despite her heavy heart. His last sentence, though, made her amber eyes drop to the ground. "And here I believed I was one of the few exempt from his violent nature. Apparently I was wrong." Her voice was bitter as she sat, watching him rifle through the herbs.
There was a part of her that was wounded emotionally, even after everything her former mate had said and did. Logically, she knew the version of Phantomfox she loved was long gone- blown to dust in the winds of grief. She had at least hoped that the tom who'd once claimed to love her would spare her from violence, the one thing he knew she hated most. The fact that he didn't care enough anymore to even do that cut her to her core. "Did you call me here to treat my wounds, or was I summoned so we could bond over the fact that Phantomfox has mauled us both?"
"I'm just grabbing these herbs out to torture you more. Haven't you heard I'm on Phantomfox's side now. Hot psychopaths are in these days. Some even call him and I mates." In a stroke of pure genius acting skills, Pinesimmer managed to deliver the lines to Rosethorn with an entirely serious, deadpan expression. Which was broken not half a second later as he visibly gagged, looking simultaneously disgusted and impressed with himself.
Shuddering the suggestion away, he just blinked at Rosethorn like she were blind. Which, maybe she was, he honestly didn't pay enough attention to know or care prior to this moment. "I should have expected that with your more-than-questionable taste in toms, you maybe weren't the most perceptive, but we can't all be me." There was that arrogance of his. "Let's call it a bit of both, hmm? Rare moment of camaraderie we could both use."
Rosethorn's lips twitched despite her annoyance. "I think we have vastly different senses of humor," she muttered, tucking her feathery tail over her front feet. "Get on with it, then," she said, glancing down at her crusted wounds. "I passed out before I could clean them properly. Long night and all. You know, with the invasion and everything else going on."
"Do you agree with all of this? Everything your sister has orchestrated?"
"Does it matter? Not like she cares to listen to my opinions anyway. I'm only stuck here because she thinks I got her killed. Which is, oh, the second time now she's blamed me for her own idiocy?" Pinesimmer shrugged his shoulders. "Can't say I'm disappointed to not have to hear her droning on and on constantly. She's much more... agreeable, when someone or something is forcing her to swim with the fish. At this point I'm losing sympathy." Now, that was a not-so-subtle comment about how Aspenstar had lost two lives now, to drowning. The first of which, Rosethorn probably knew or heard about by now. The second, less likely. Regardless, he gently began to treat her injuries, cleaning the dirt and everything else away from the clawmarks so he could properly bandage them.
Rosethorn was surprised at how gentle he was when he was cleaning. It was nice, like being taken care of again. Rose had been taking care of others for so long that she relaxed into the touch, letting out a quiet exhale. "So do you like being out here? Or do you wish you were back in Nightclan territory?"
She had longed for Summerclan when she had taken up residence in Pinesimmer's home clan, and she wondered now if the feelings were the same with the situation reversed.
The tom remained quiet for a moment, chewing up a poultice to slather on the she-cat's injuries. As he was applying it, he finally spoke up. "Can't say I'm missing Aspen all that much, but at the same time, like hell am I going to let her get away with dumping me out here. I'm not that easy to be rid of. No matter how often she wishes that weren't the case."
"Has she always tried to get rid of you?" Rosethorn asked, her voice softening a bit. She knew most cats could barely tolerate Pinesimmer, but she could imagine how trying to be driven off might make someone a bit more insufferable. There was no judgment in her question, only quiet curiosity at how the sibling dynamic truly worked between Aspenstar and Pinesimmer.
