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The feline stood over the body of the rogue, her head tilted to the side. It was quite an odd sight to see; Tasman was rather small, and not necessarily the feline that you would expect overtly to be willing to commit such an action. Perhaps this was just because she seemed so balanced. Cats were not always as they seemed on the surface, though. Tasman was not.
She blinked twice at the rogue's body, before nudging it the rest of the distance across the border. Of course, this left a small train of blood behind it. The snow was deep crimson in the area in which the cat had died. Once the deed was done and the cat was no longer in the BrookClan territory, the feline looked down at her own wounds. There was a large gash across her chest, painting the white a similar color as the snow. She frowned slightly. She should not have allowed him to do that to her. She was better than that.
Alas, she had misjudged the intruder, misjudged her enemy. Her ear flicked at the idea; she had misjudged him just as this group misjudged her.
She let out a sigh, before turning away from the body and right towards another cat.
Of any cat to run into Lakeveil was perhaps one of the best. She'd taught herself healing with the intention of succeeding her mother as Vrachii one day and therefore eliminating her desire to keep Springlockedgrave alive. Naturally, her focus had been on ways to eliminate her mother, but she was well enough versed in everything else, more or less.
Skillfully, the Dvorayne backed up a step, dancing lightly out of Tasman's way as she nearly collided with the other feline, the gray-blue cat's head tilting slightly as she took in Tasman's injured frame. "Need some help?" She questioned, glancing beyond the hurt she-cat at the deceased rogue.
She jumped slightly at the noise, not expecting another cat to be out this way. She had been caught in the act, it seemed. Yet, she looked unconcerned once she realized exactly who had caught her in the act. It was more than likely a mistake to trust Lakeveil, but the two had formed an alliance. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours type of deal.
"I'd appreciate it," she meowed with an uneasy laugh. "He put up more of a fight than I would have expected him to." She shook her eyes at the thought, and the thoughts that accompanied it. Lev would probably finish her off if he realized how she got this particular wound, or at least he'd try. Her tail twitched at the thought.
No, Lakeveil wasn't exactly a good cat to trust. She'd turned on the Tsar before Kerrigan when it suited her, then on Kerrigan when the she-cat had irritated her. Now, she'd allied herself with Tasman in order to get something out of the chaos. It stood to reason that she'd eventually turn on the she-cat too. Of course, that might be halted slightly by the time Blazehowl had been spending with Dinara, Tasman's sister, but they'd address that particular aspect when it came to it.
"There's two types of rogues who start fights. Those who talk a big game, and those who are actually dangerous without all the pomp. The rest tend to stay out of our way." The twin replied, offering a small smile of understanding. They were clan cats, and though they were generally superior to rogues, sometimes they forgot that even rogues could have sharp claws and unique skills. Tasman had killed the rogue, anyhow, so clearly, the sentiment of superiority still stood. "Let's get you to the tunnels so I can patch you up. There'll be more herbs there." In the meantime, the Dvorayne looked around for webs hidden around the area, and within a few moments, she had at least a small bundle collected. Enough to hold them over for the walk, but likely that was about it.
