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She stood in an inch taller than most cats and came in with blood soaked paws and a chill demeanor into camp. Her pink grey splotched nose was raised up high like a poodle and her pink eyes surveyed the camp as if looking for someone worthy, but when they didn't land on anyone particular she spoke.
"Hey, I just killed this rogue at the border, can someone come with me to help me bury him. I don't want foxes being lured onto our land cause he decided it was okay to get a nice view from our territory," Ericanorth said with a vicious grin across her face. You could almost swear she took pleasure in it, but she'd argue with the same grin that she killed cause she had to.
Ericanorth was very little a warrior and more a born killer. In battles against other clans she was quick to kill even when it wasn't necessary. She took little pity on apprentices and rumor was she had already killed a few in war. Her coat maybe an albino white, but there were blood stains that soaked soul like ink. Her white tail moved back and forth like a ticking clock and only sped up as no one spoke, soon lashing side to side. She was about to have another out burst unless someone volunteered to help.
The young medicine cat reluctantly rose to his paws "Come on.. Really?" he meowed to the other cats that were standing by pretending not to hear the warrior.
A little sigh escaped his jaws, knowing that he wasn't really well suited to digging holes much less such a task. "You really should be more careful about who you kill" he chastized the she-cat. He wasn't necessarily judgmental, but killing for no reason didn't seem right either. "Kill the wrong cat and your going to have some answers to give"
Larkwing was enjoying a meal when Ericanorth proudly padded into camp with blood stained paws, claiming she had killed another cat. Letting out a long sigh, he rose to his paws. He didn't want Nightclan to be known as blood thirsty monsters, however, he was not yet leader and all he could do was help clean up the mess when one of his clanmates get reckless with their work.
"I guess I'll come help" he volunteered. Perhaps he could have a talk with Ericanorth about her thoughtless killing. He padded over to her, his silver tabby fur looking sleek and shiny while his sky blue eyes held disappointment.
Ericanorth simply rolled her eyes, "I'll always respect your sacrifice to devote your whole life to heal others who choose to fight. But when you fight it feels so climatic and to walk away it ruins the blood lust. It's in all of our veins, it's a primal instinct really and when it's neglected... Well instinct and respect on the battle field is all some of us have."
She wondered if she was making any sense at all to Turbulentpaw, maybe, hopefully someday he'd feel it and with any luck he wouldn't reject the instinct like everyone else in this class seemed to do. She nodded to Larkwing appreciatively. Ericanorth lead the way over to the border. Already as they approached Turbulentpaw could see the tom in the distance. His fur was sleek as a ravens feather. He had obsidian pressed fur like water drowned of sunlight. The colors of his markings seemed to clash depending on the way the light flickered on him, some could say his markings were the color of gardenias, some the color of moonlight. His white muzzle was entirely soaked in blood, like Ericanorth's with a stripe between his eyes. His legs were also white, but stop a quarter of the way up leaving most of his body consumed in the silky black shade.
Upon closer inspection he looked to be an apprentice age, older, but still very young. By the smell of him he was a rogue who probably ran away from home too soon before learning about clan borders.
"Yeah, he put up a fight and worse he bit me right in the center of my back, ughhh, at least I can't peel my scab out of habit I guess. Anyways let's make sure the holes deep, foxes are good diggers after all and thanks for coming to help. I know this isn't exactly either of your jobs or anything," Ericanorth said with a look of gratitude in her pink albino eyes.
"Hold on a moment" Larkwing spoke up as he approached the injured cat. He bent down and sniffed him. He could feel the breath of the rogue on his muzzle. "Hes alive! Turbulentpaw, can he be saved?" He asked the medicine cat, holding his tail up to keep Ericanorth back. He didnt trust her. He knew she would finish the job if he didnt stop her.
Turbulentpaw shook his head, no that didn't make much sense to him. Sure a cat needed to eat, but killing other cats and fighting were not exactly necessary. Even if it was abase instinct, being able to surpass that is what made them more complex than the animals that they hunted. He was lost in his thoughts, as the deputies words caught his attention.
He rushed over to examine the young cats who was barely clinging onto life. Their breath shallow and barely detectable. "Perhaps" he replied, but he wasn't optimistic. The wounds were servere, and he didn't know if they would be able to pull through. They did have their young age on their side though, young cats tended to heal better than older ones. "all I can do is try"
Ericanorth pressed her ears down against her head, her tail bristling in annoyance that she couldn't finish the guy off, but whatever. It was probably a sign he should live. If he could survive her then he definitely earned her respect even if she may want him as another digit to her kill count. She made her fur lay flat as she sat down. Although now that she was thinking about it more, it would be her dragging the little pest back to the medicine cat den.
The toms eyes shot open greeting them with an icy blue hue so pale his eyes almost looked white. He gasped a few times before panting, his heart rate slowly steadying, but he was still bleeding from a twisted wound that circled his entire neck like a noose. He hadn't been killed because the wound wasn't deep enough to kill, but it was deep enough where if someone were to leave him unconscious there'd be no way for him to cover the wound thus letting him bleed out a slow death.
Ericanorth was already rolling her eyes for the hundredth time. Sure, it was a brutal tactic and one she'd never do to another warrior, but the kid was a rogue. What did it matter if he had an extra long death?
He managed to push himself to stand up as more blood oozed heavily out from his wound with a sickening thud on the grass from the exertion. His gaze blazed with not rage, but focus as he looked all around him. He thought Ericanorth had brought more reinforcements to kill him and wasn't about to go down without a fight.
"He wants to fight, we should put him out of his misery," Ericanorth suggested playfully.
Larkwing held his breath when the tom tried to stand. He knew that the rogue shouldn't try to stand. He was no medicine cat but that much he knew. "No, no. Stay down." He looked at Turbulentpaw. "If you think you can heal him, I can help you carry him to camp." Then his ears pinned when Ericanorth spoke up, clenching his jaw.
"Enough, Ericanorth" Larkwing mewed, sternly. He admired Ericanorth for her strength and determination but her and Frozenfire worried him. They were both a little too ambitious and fierce. "Instead of sitting there like a clueless kit, get over here and help me take this tom to Turbulentpaw's den." This tom was lucky he was still alive. Ericanorth was a strong feline and skilled. She had her list of cats she has killed. This must be a sign. The young black and white tom seemed strong and that could come of use.
Ericanorth snorted air out through her nose in annoyance, but with a grumpy huff she wandered over to the tom. She moved her neck back and lowered her back as the tom swung his claws at her only to hit air and fall forward right on top of Ericanorth. Standing up full she walked back over to her clan mates with the very pouty tom on her back that was too tired to protest.
"Yeah, can he be saved? Because if he can't I'd like to get this thing off my back," Ericanorth said numbly to Turbulentpaw, still having no problem burying the tom whether that was barely alive or dead.
"Let's do it " he replied motioning for them to proceed with brining him back to his den. He walked forward with a more friendly smile than the other two "Just take a deep breath. I'm a healer. We are taking you back to my den where I have herbs stored, so that I can try to help you. I'm sorry that she hurt you" he glared at Ericanorth "but I will do my best to help you out"
He stared up at Turbulentpaw and was straining his eyes to stay awake.
Ericanorth snorted in annoyance, but proceeded to move forward over to NightClan camp setting him down in the medicine cat den once there, "Here you go miracle worker."
The tom looked completely drained no longer attempting to lift his head up. His breathing was heavy and ragged, but his sight was still focused and intense.
Larkwing frowned as he gazed upon the injured tom. It infuriated him that Ericanorth had taken it upon herself to deal with an outsider in this manner. Perhaps he would have a word with Burningstar about her later. "Do you need me to help in any way, Turbulentpaw?" the silver tabby deputy asked, feeling completely helpless.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jun 6, 2019 18:58:08 GMT -5
"Go get him something to eat, and some cool water" he told Larkwing as he turned to his patient and began his work. He moved forward look at the wounds carefully and began cleaning it, before turning to his stock and chewing up some of her herbs into a thick paste and rubbing it into the wounds and binding it with cobwebs. He hadn't seen anything this bad before, and honestly he didn't know if this cat would make it. All he could do was his best. Next he pushed a few herbs in front of the young tom's nose "here eat these if you can. It will give you strength and help with the pain. It may be painful, but it will help you feel betteR"
Larkwing nodded and headed outside toward the fresh-kill pile. He brought back a plump mouse. He wasn't sure how much the tom should eat considering his condition so he chose something small but with enough meat on it to satisfy as a meal. Then he turned away and headed out of camp and pulled up some moss before dipping it into the river. Once the moss was soaking wet, he brought it back to the den. "Here you are." He set the sopping wet moss near the injured tom and scooted the mouse closer to him.
Valerianpaw seemed very responsive now that his wound was being prodded at with the herbal paste. At the same time he was also very defiant, the thing keeping him alive, but also dooming him. He stared suspiciously at the herbs, but through his hazy state he must have pieced together that Turbulentpaw wouldn't bring him all the way hear when he was already dying just to kill him with some other method of torture. Given this Valerianpaw ate up the herbs. He seemed to almost relax, but his eyes couldn't help, but narrow again at the prey Larkwing gave him.
"Why are you helping me?"
At first, he considered that Turbulentpaw likely didn't agree with Ericanorth and once he saw that he was alive, he wanted to help. But now this other cat, Larkwing wanted to help him too? Why were they so quick to push Ericanorth's fate on him aside? He figured they were all like her and wanted him dead.
"Ericanorth believes that anyone who crosses our borders, regardless, should be punished which makes her a good defender but she also doesn't allow intruders to explain. However, Burningstar, our leader, would rather have an explanation before dealing with the proper punishment." Larkwing answered. "Unless you killed one of our own, she usually sends cats away with a warning. But your injured. She will not turn away a cat in need of help. And neither will we." He glanced at Turbulentpaw before continuing. "Once you are well enough, we will decide what to do with you from there. As of right now, you need to rest. You can trust Turbulentpaw. He is a skilled medicine cat and will make sure you make a full recovery."
Burningstar returned to the camp with the rest of her hunting patrol. Which consisted of herself and a few other cats, including a very annoyed looking Frozenfire who carried a small mouse.
The ginger leader noticed the commotion and went over to them ears pricked forwards, she set down her catch in the freshkill pile then came up beside Larkwing. "What's going on?" She inquired she noticed Turbulentpaw treating a strange cat and blinked, but waited for Larkwing to explain.
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Frozenfire padded over to Ericanorth noting how irritated her best friend looked. "What's up, you look like you missed a juicy mouse." She plopped down the mouse she caught. "And here, caught this we can share."
Larkwing dipped his head as Burningstar approached. "Ericanorth injured an intruder. He was close to death when we found him. He seems like he means no harm. Turbulentpaw and I couldnt leave him there to die." He explained, hoping Burningstar wouldnt make him out to be a liar and send the intruder away in such condition.
Burningstar considered the intruder, he was close to death but he looked familiar. She couldn't touch on it exactly... "Crossing our borders should never be punishable with death," She nodded to Turbulentpaw, "Do everything you can for him," she meowed. It would mean hed likely use up important herbs for the job, but... Burningstar couldnt in good conscience let this cat die by her overeager warriors claws if their only crime was trespassing. When he was well though she would have a chat with the trespasser.
"I will do what I can" he didn't have experience with these type of wounds but he would do everything that he could. "He may recover, but I don't know if he will ever be able to speak again" he added a little coldly.
He looked at the apprentice before him as his finished all that he could do at the moment "For now, try not to speak, you wll only do more harm than good. I will talk to those that guide me to see if they have any ideas on what to do next. I have done all that I can. For now rest, you are going to have a difficult recovery ahead of you.
