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Lucistic sat up straight after listening to the patients heart, "You have 48 hours to live, I'm so sorry. I know, I know, this is unexpected, you came in for a headache, now you're going to die, but that's how life works. Anyways I think I'm supposed to get paid or something, this isn't free health care."
Lucistic, Glowstar's son was most certainly not the medicine cat of the clan, but currently there was no medicine cat. So when a cat came in injured he simply jumped in, especially since Foxstar, the temporary medicine cat wasn't currently in camp.
Inklore had come in for a sprained paw and bruises form a tube while out on patrol. But this was unexpected news to hear. Really, she should have known better though than to just believe whatever Licistic was saying as he wasn’t the medicine cat. But with how little she was in camp, it could be easily overlooked on her part. “Oh,” he head cocked to the side. She’d never paid before, did she had live a debt now? How much did she owe for such terrible news?
"Okay, wow, you can't pay me? Alright, well listen you're going to one, have to leave this room right now, this place is for paying patients only. And two you're now in debt to me for about 15 sazoonies so you could probably pay it off by working on my farm." Lucistic explained, "Anyways, I know you have just 48 hours to live, but I'd like you to use that time to pay off your debt, it's literally the least you can do."
At first she believed he was asking for an item and softly interrupted him, though really she was just speaking aloud. “But I dont believe I’ll live long enough to retrieve those?” Her head cocked to the other side confused even more. If she had to pay that much, which she didn’t even really understand what that value was, then how was she supposed do that within 48 hours? Inklore was curious, and honestly it was shocking taht she wasn’t in tears or hystical about the news she’d received. Things, even her fathers death, had never effected her as they should. She’d just take in the information and move on. Odd, but no one really questioned it. Now she wondered if it was why she was dying soon. “You own a farm?”
"Yeah, thank-you for asking, it's not about you all the time, Inklore. Yes, I won a farm in a bet against a chicken, but that's a story for a Tuesday. Hopefully one you'll live to see. Anyways I got these seeds," He explained, revealing underneath a stone... Popcorn kernals and then a few rainbow sprinkles
"And I think we could grow a lot of great carrots with these," He explained, because for whatever reason Lucistic apparently assumed these completely legitimate seeds grew carrots, "Now are you going to help me or not?"
“Oh! Tell, tell! I wish to know about this bet against a chicken? How does one do that?” Stories were her thing, even untrue or exaggerated ones. The calico had even bothered to listen to the rest of his explaination once she’d heard chicken and bet, for clearly that was a story to tell. “I’ve never heard of carrots either? Are they a flower?” Inklore was practically falling over trying to learn more, uncaring of what it was she was learning just that it was good to her ears.
"I didn't get an education to know if a carrot counts as a flower. And I told you," He said giving her a noogie with his paw, "That's a Tuesday story."
Packing up the "seeds" in a leaf pouch he gave them to Inklore before walking past her. He swept his long tail, gesturing for her to come along, "Some cats like carrots though, they're rare so I bet I could get a lot of sazoonies for them..."
Leading her over to an open field he nudged her, "Alright, this is where you come in. I can do the planting, but what I really need is for someone to pull this big rock here," He said nudging to a sharp stone in the ground with vines tangled around it, "This will create the crop rows, if you can drag it back and forth a few times we'll have rows for our crops. And then maybe if you start doing that I can tell you a Tuesday story on a," he shivered, "Monday."
“Yes but you said I won’t live till Tuesday so I’d like to know now.” Inklore was patient for everything but a story. Once she latched on to the idea she’d stop at nothing to get it. Stubborn as her mother in that way but she drew the line at murder. Something her mother didn’t considering she killed inklore’s father. “As I plant, tell me the story. You have nothing else to do if I’m doing the work, no?” She picked up the stone but refused to move until he began the take, determined she’d have it.
"What- it's. It's Monday now and I said you had 48 hours, but if you're unlucky maybe you'll die before Tuesday. Y'know what, it's fine, I'll tell you the Tuesday story," Leucisticcrow said, dismissing his thoughts away with his paw, "Alright so I enter the black market and I'm there, I'm rare, and I'm looking for a hope and a prayer to get my new, state of the art, battle ready turtle. Now, the world of turtle collecting is pretty few and far between, but I heard in the inner circle there was a rare alligator snapping turtle with a silver dome. I'm hyped, I'm literally estatic. I rush over to the stand, but the lady there, Chainsaw, she tells me I gotta talk to the head muchacha, what I didn't realize was Chainsaw didn't say head, she said hen. So I rush in and there I am, just a chicken. Chicken has a translator, translator asks me what game I'm playing. I say, freeze tag baby, she says, no can do, hen has a bad back, we need to keep these tame. I say alright, tic tac toe. She says been done before. Eventually we settle on a flip of an acorn. Now, what you may know, but I did not know is that acorn always lands on side so when I bet on heads I was risking a lot. Lucky for me, chicken flipped, chicken lost, the head of the acorn was pretty big. I'm excited, but turns out this was the wrong dealer. This was the farmer dealer, should have guessed by the fact that their boss was a chicken. So instead I won these seeds, turtle got bought out and now I need to reap what I sow. But first I gotta actually sow the seeds so that's why you're digging out a space for me to do that, now are you done yet?" he asked, completely not realizing how much time had passed from his long grand story telling.
“You’ve been to the black market? I’ve only heard rumors of it’s existence.” Rumors, stories, tales but never someone who’d actually been there. It’d always just seemed like a part of the story to keep secret where things really came from. Like that Santa nonsense for kits. And what was an alligator? What an interesting story, especially this Chainsaw character. Inklore sat still, hardly breathing as she soaked in as much information as she could. Out of habit, her tail was moving as though it was writing the words down even though there was no ink dripping from the tail’s too at the moment. “Why did the chicken wish to play a game?” She had so many questions to go with this story.
"Chickens LOVE games, it's just common knowledge that all chickens indulge themselves in witty one on one matches. Now roosters, they don't play for a rats tail, hate games, sore losers, I'd never play with one. But chickens, they're the scholars of animals, able to ask plenty of philosophical questions like why the chicken crossed the road. You should try meeting one some time," Lucistic suggested.
