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( soz for any errors in what sages do / where they live / traditions i'm still learning owo )
Yumemi-kepa peered amongst the nooks and crannies of the mausoleum, eyeing up the herb stocks for what felt like the fifth time that morning. She knew she was still new to the coalition and would need to work hard in order to properly gain the respect of her superiors, but she would actually have to have a chance to prove herself in the first place before that could happen. She sighed, but soon perked her ears up as she heard a slight rustle of leaves from somewhere nearby. A quick glance around the rest of the mausoleum confirmed for her that the High Sage was nowhere to be seen; surely Pluto wouldn't mind if she took this task up by herself...?
She cleared her throat excitedly. "Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing off the walls. "Do you need help! Because I can do that! That's what I'm trained for! So come and ask for it! I'll be here all day! Please!" She grinned, feeling very proud of herself. Other cats might have considered the idea that they'd come on a little too strong, but not Yumemi-kepa.
Finn-kepa knew that this was not what she should be doing. She knew that she'd probably get in trouble for it later, perhaps more trouble than she was already in. However, she hadn't been able to stop the bleeding of the wound across her shoulder on her own. She deserved the wound, she should have known not to talk back to Shae, and had immediately gone cowering once her mother's claws hit her body. She had learned early on how to try to stop blood loss, but this cut was deeper than they normally were.
She had come to the mausoleum to try to get help, but as soon as she got close enough, her feet froze. This was a bad idea. It would stop bleeding eventually, right? She should go back... It was when she did that her paw landed on the leaves that alerted the other young cat. Her eyes widened with fear when the voice sounded from inside. Dammit, the kitten, who had learned such foul language from none other than Shae, thought desperately, before letting out an almost silent hiss. She'd been caught.
"Oh... Okay," she meowed, turning back around towards the den. She took a few limping steps forward, her shoulder and front arm a mess of blood. "Help might be good..." Her voice was small, timid, afraid.
Yumemi-kepa's grin disappeared from her face as she caught sight of the injured suckling. "Oh my god - um, Wanheda!" she exclaimed, remembering the appropriate terminology at the last second. Not that she thought this kit would rat her out to the Heda, but with her membership in the group being a fairly recent thing, Yumemi-kepa thought it might be a good idea to assume someone with ill intentions was listening in on her at all times. "Come in here, I'll sort you out!" she added, ushering the kit further into the den.
She vaguely recognised her newest patient as one of the General's kits, though she couldn't say for certain which one it was, nor was she certain she could name them all at this point anyway. The wound looked like the kind that she herself had picked up during her days as a wanderer; a deep claw wound, bad enough to impair the patient's movement. A calculated strike, maybe. From a feline? Yumemi-kepa wondered to herself, or just a really crafty fox? She shook her head to clear the endless questions away. What this suckling needed right now was treatment, not Yumemi-kepa pestering her until she fainted from blood loss.
Still, she did need the details of what happened. "I was surprised before, but this looks like it'll be pretty easy to fix up for you," she said, winding strands of cobwebs around her paw in preparation. Hopefully that would let the poor suckling relax at least a little bit; if not, Yumemi-kepa was out of ideas. "How'd you get this kinda cut, anyway...?"
She shifted back and forth. Out of all questions that could have been asked, Finn really didn't want that particular one to come up. Every time she was asked where she got a scar of any sort, she felt trapped and small. She wasn't like Shae, who's scars were burns and made her a villain with an impressive origin story. Her wounds were signs that she was week, not good enough. If she was, perhaps her mother wouldn't have the need to do what she did.
After a moment, the kitten winced. "Hopefully it's easy to fix. I probably shouldn't even be here right now. Is there a way that we can fix it and make it look like I wasn't here?" Her voice was anxious and small, the kind of voice one could expect who was unsure of themselves. "I just... I couldn't get it to stop bleeding and I got scared but if Ma realizes that I came for---..." She realized too late that she had implicated her mother. Tears welled in her eyes. Well, you've done it now.
Yumemi-kepa paused for a brief moment as she considered the implications of the kit's words. If Ma realises...? She'd run away from her own family before anything of that sort could happen to her - not that she thought they would or even could - but she'd met plenty of cats on her travels who hinted at the same ordeal.
"Well," she frowned, trying to keep a bright tone as she resumed her work on the kit's wound. "That's a bit harder, but not impossible." She'd need to be a little more mindful of where she placed the cobwebs, but she'd done this kind of work before, when she was still on the road. "...You know, you were right to come to me, though. This probably wouldn't have stopped bleeding on its own...You could have gotten really hurt," she added, not sure what it would do to the kit's mental state. She was obviously scared of what would come next, and regretting her choice to seek treatment. That worried Yumemi. What would happen the next time the got hurt - because there likely would be a next time - and decided against coming to the mausoleum? Yumemi-kepa didn' want to find out.
She shouldn't have come here. She should have known it was a bad idea. And now, now she said too much. Anxiety rippled at her paws. Why was she so stupid? The question lingered in her brain as panic started to well. Was it too late to just run away? Come on, Finn. Keep it together for five seconds of your god awful life, the voice in her head said. Get this fixed and then go back to moping your pathetic days away.
"Oh... okay," she forced herself to meow. Yumeni-kepa would try to make it seem as inconspicious as possible. That was all that was important, right? She told herself to breath, before wincing as the sage pressed the cobwebs into her pelt. "It happens... more often than it doesn't. But... but I deserve it, right? If I was better..." Her words were fragmented as tears welled in her eyes. "I just... it just..." She wasn't getting anywhere fast with her sentences. "I'm afraid that she's going to get mad that I came.... I think she'd rather me and everyone but Wes just die in a tragic accident.... Or... not so accident."
Yumemi-kepa winced internally as she listened to the kit's words. Just the thought of having a parental figure that actively hated her made her want to throw herself off the nearest cliff, let alone having one that hated her so much that they'd try kill her themselves. "Your mom isn't going to find out," she murmured, frowning deeply. If Yumemi's mother hated her, then Yumemi thought she'd do anything to try and fix it, to fix herself so that she'd be able to receive that love. Didn't she owe it to this kit as well, to try and help her fix her own flaws?
"...Here's what you do," she finally said, pausing to examine her work on the kit's wound one final time. It looked pretty good, if she did say so herself - if you were really looking for it you could just make it out, but with a little bit of effort on the kit's part to position herself correctly, it could barely be seen. "You get hurt like this again, you leave a particular number of pebbles outside the mausoleum, where I found you today. Let's say, four or five. Then you go hide out somewhere else, and I come find you to fix you up." She paused again, resisting the urge to just stop speaking. If this kit didn't learn how to please her mother, she'd just end up dead. "Then, as I'm healing you, we talk about...what you did wrong, and how you can fix it for the next time. Okay?" she finished, her smile beaming despite her worries. Something about it didn't seem quite right, but it was all Yumemi had. Isn't this the best solution?
(yumemi want from nice big sis to terrible influence pretty quick huh)
Perhaps it wasn't hate that Shae felt towards her kittens. Perhaps it was just deep apathy. She was apathetic to the state of the litter. That meant that they were easy targets for her rage. Finn knew logically that there was nothing that she could do to prevent her mother's rage. There was a part of her that even believed that she deserved it. Did a child ever really deserve the tratment that she got? It was hard to assume yes, but at the same time, it was easier for Finn to think that she did deserve it. It was easier to swollow that way; at least then, it would be logical abuse.
"Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly when Yumemi tried to reassure her. "How can you be sure?" The anxiety in her voice was clear, despite the fac tthe young cat truly was trying to keep her calm as much as possible.
When the sage continued speaking, she paused her nervousness to pay attention. Four or five pebbles, that seemed doable. How would Yumemi find her, though? Was her scent distinct enough that the Sage would be able to track it? She wasn't sure. But, the other cat was older; she would know best, right? Maybe they could find a special hiding spot, too. She considered all of this as she spoke, shifting nervously as any good kitten would.
