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Dawn had barely broken over the distant mountains, the sky bright above the forest with dazzling pinks and yellows and blues that mixed together like a museum painting. Newleaf had finally arrived, and the lively trees above were scattered with bright green from newly budded leaves, or pink and white from tree blossoms that had yet to bud into leaves. Small birds hopped and fluttered around the branches, chirping a happy tune with the coming of morning. Nearby, a fuzzy squirrel was digging up nuts buried moons earlier by a tree trunk. The world was bright and alive.
Yet, despite the heartwarming beauty of Newleaf, amid it all sat a cat who, by all means, looked half-dead. The she-cat, although young, was covered in fresh, barely-healed scars all around her shoulders and back, long blonde fur matted and dirty, and dull, golden eyes that looked as if she hadn't a wink of sleep in days. The feline sat alone on the Dayclan border, staring blankly into the dense woods ahead of them. She didn't move, not even when a chilly breeze blew against her, causing their fluffy pelt to ripple and flow behind her. After a few minutes of no cat showing up, the she-cat allowed her body to slide down onto the dew-covered grass, defeated. In spite of it all, she refused to move or turn back.
Suddenly, the sound of crunching leaves in the distance caused her to lift her head alertly, and she pushed herself back up while her gaze scanned the surrounding trees. Looking, yearning.
This was the best option she had. There was nowhere else she could go where she wouldn't have to start over completely. At least this place had family. She only hoped that they would accept her.
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Post by uniqcrim on Apr 27, 2019 12:39:10 GMT -5
On such a calm, wonderful day, the blue merle could not even fathom that anything bad could be happening. She had shared a large breakfast with Vixenpaw before giving her apprentice a task and heading out herself in order to collect the herbs they needed for that day. She had been intending to teach about some very advanced poultices and for that she needed a few more ingredients which could usually be found near one of Dayclan's borders. Some might suggest she take a guard but the scottish fold scoffed at the thought and moved along in her travels. She hummed softly to herself and her paws were not hurried, it was so wonderful she wanted to enjoy this as if it was just a leisurely stroll.
She paused, thinking that she may have heard something in the distance, one small folded ear flicking before she continued on her way. Near where she would find her herb patches, there sat a sister she had never really known.
"Gardenia?" She asked aloud, tilting her head in all the confusion. She looked... awful, there really wasn't any other word to describe her. She looked tired, scratched, beaten up, and as if nothing good had ever happened to her. "Are you alright? Why are you here at Dayclan?" She asked, moving closer to her sister's side with concern and worry in both of her eyes.
The thought vaguely crossed her mind whether Starclan was laughing at her right now. They must be; it couldn't be by chance that this cat out of the entirety of Dayclan was the one to find her here. Flyingcolors, Dayclan's Medicine Cat. And the only full-blood sister she had.
Her ears, partly torn and ripped, twitched as the other she-cat interrogated her. The voice wasn't familiar to her. But of course it wouldn't be; they must have only been a few days old the last time they spoke to one another. Despite recognizing each other, they hadn't shared words when the Regime freed Dayclan from Sunclan's imprisonment. Back then, only a few short moons ago, she wanted nothing to do with the sibling she never knew, who had chosen Snowprince over San despite never having a choice in the matter.
When Flyingcolors began to move closer, Gardenia instinctively flinched away. Her gaze immediately fell to her paws, and without even thinking her body moved into a defensive position; ears pinned back against her head, feathery tail tucked between her legs. "P-please don't come any closer," she begged behind gritted teeth. "I-I need you to take me to...to Dayclan. Glowstar, she would take me in, wouldn't she? We're half Dayclan, after all. I'll...I'll learn the warrior code, I'll even change my name if I must. I was Floweringkit once, I can be her again."
As she ranted, her voice grew more and more desperate, as if she was trying to hold back a sob. Finally, she glanced up at her sister again, her eyes pleading. "Please, Flyingcolors...I can't stay in the Regime any longer."
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Post by uniqcrim on May 3, 2019 20:28:18 GMT -5
At her sister's sudden defensive approached the medicine cat immediately halted, her entire body freezing in place as she took her sister's condition in further regard. Not only was she tired, scratched, and clearly beaten up, the she-cat was clearly desperate and terrified. Something had happened and Gardenia clearly was not in the physical or mental state to be out on her own. Her heart ached for the blood stranger standing before her and that ache only deepened the more she spoke.
"I can not guarantee what Glowstar will do, but I will speak on your behalf. You are my sister, Gardenia, whether we know each other or not. You do not need to be Floweringkit because that is not who you are but I will take you back to Dayclan." She suspected Glowstar would at the very least allow her to be sheltered in the mean time but the blue merle could not help but wonder what happened to cause someone like her to suddenly show up on their border. She had been a superior in the Regime, well looked after and taken care of for all these years as far as she knew. What had happened for her to fallen out of the groups grace in such a fashion?
My sister... It was simultaneously baffling and comforting to the broken she-cat how Flyingcolors agreed to help her without a hint of hesitation...how easily she accepted this complete stranger as her sister. But that feeling as reassurance quickly fell away when she considered what would happen if the roles were reversed...if she were still Mercenary Superior and Flyingcolors was a disgraced Medicine Cat. Would she have accepted her sister as easily as she was being accepted now? Or would her own personal resentment towards Snowprince and Dayclan lead her to turn away an innocent cat?
She already knew the answer. And it made her feel like dirt. Lower than dirt.
"Thank you," Gardenia finally breathed, trying her hardest to force a smile, despite the obvious sorrow written on her face. Heaving, she pushed herself back up onto her paws again, forcing herself to stand upright despite feeling like she wanted to lie down forever. The she-cat took a few wobbling steps forward, then suddenly a shock of pain rippled through her and she staggered forward, nearly falling over completely. She grit her teeth as she felt a warm feeling spread down her back...her long trip to the border had opened one of the wounds on her back.
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Post by uniqcrim on May 25, 2019 15:05:03 GMT -5
She had underestimated the she-cat's wounds and the realization of that quickly rippled across her face as she watched Gardenia heave herself to her feet in order to follow her and there was a look of sadness and even a little bit of horror. They were so deep and she watched fresh blood soack the dry and crusted fur around the wounds. "Lay down. I need to make sure your wounds are closed up first. That back wound looks nasty and you'll be lucky to make it to camp. I'm a good medicine cat but even I can't bring cats back from the brink of death." Before she even finished her words, both of her eyes were looking around for what she would need. This time of year marigold would be best and cobwebs should do the trick. Really, what she needed was rest.
"T-This is nothing. I've..had wounds far worse." The words slipped out without even thinking, along with a rush of blurry memories of weeks spent being doted on by worried healers as a tyke. Gardenia immediately laid down on the grass right where she had been standing, feeling suddenly lightheaded, though whether it was from the blood loss or the flashbacks it was hard to tell. As a Mercenary, she had been through a number of various skirmishes and gained a wide variety of wounds over the seasons, mostly small scars that littered her sides and back upon closer inspection. She knew better than to argue with a healer of any kind, no matter her emotional state. However, as Flyingcolors inspected closer, Gardenia quickly moved one paw to her chest, covering the scar of a wound far more vicious than any of the others, including her more recent ones.
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Post by uniqcrim on Jun 12, 2019 19:57:29 GMT -5
"I've already seen it all." Flyingcolor's said as she noticed the she-cat's paw moving to hide the scar on her chest. "My eyes are quicker than you might think. I won't ask any questions, just rest and let me treat your wounds." She said sternly, quickly gathering cobwebs from nearby bushes and pressing them into the deepest wounds. Many of the smaller ones had already stopped bleeding but the worst wounds were still adding to the trickle of crimson that stained her sister's fur. Once the bleeding was contained she began inspecting each wound that seemed even relatively recent. Some of them looked as if they might become infected if they did not receive treatment quickly and she frowned. The medicine cat could not help but be curious as to what exactly happened for her sister to be in such a state but she did not ask again. "We'll be able to move soon I just want to be sure the bleeding has stopped. How are you feeling?" She asked, inspecting her face and movements closely for signs of sickness or fever.
The she-cat fell silent, barely moving as Flyingcolors began working on her wounds. For a few minutes, it almost seemed as if Gardenia had fallen asleep, if not for a telltale glance over her shoulder every so often to check on the Medicine Cat's progress. It was hard to tell what the Mercenary was thinking, if anything at all while her wounds were being patched up. When she was finally addressed, it took a moment before she gave an answer. "...I feel fine, thank you. Like I said, nothing new to me." There was a second of hesitation before she continued. "Most of the small ones, especially the old scars, are just a product of sparring and living in the tunnels. They're common for any Regime soldier."
Obviously, that wasn't the explanation that Flyingcolors was looking for, and they both knew it. Gardenia herself wasn't sure how much she was willing or going to explain to her long lost sister, but at the very least she wanted to give the other feline some piece of mind; that she hadn't been abused or something. "Fighting quite literally is...w-was my job," she admitted, her voice catching somewhat when fixing her word choice. "Accidents are bound to happen sometimes."
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Post by uniqcrim on Jul 6, 2019 15:16:44 GMT -5
"Mmm that's very true. Accidents do happen." She did not question the mercenary's excuse but allowed her to keep it. If that wasn't the real reason then she didn't want to reveal it and that was fine with her, they all had their secrets and sometimes cats needed space and the right timing to be vulnerable. "You know, just because you are used to it doesn't make it any better. Just because you have been hurt before doesn't mean you don't feel the pain or that your body doesn't need to rest. Each and every wound hurts and requires healing and rest, even if you don't know it." She looked over each wound one more time to be satisfied. They would only need to wait a little longer before it was safe to travel again.
