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Running, running, running. She had been running for so long that her body could not run anymore. Her white and grey pelt heaved as she felt her feet finally give out from under her. She didn't know where she was. She had lost her sense of direction almost as soon as she started her journey. All she had known is that she had to get away. Tears welled in her eyes as her body curled up into itself. Blood seeped from the gashes on her shoulders. How had this happened? Already, her memory was starting to block from the incident. This was probably in part due to the blood loss that she had endured before she collapsed. She could see her father coming towards her, malice in his gaze. Had he ever looked at her like that before? Then came the pain... As soon as he took off into the city, she ran. Ran as long and as hard as she could. Next thing she knew, she was here.
The tears that filled Cyanic's eyes spilled over her cheek as she let out a soft sob. How had her life come to this? Now she was alone, in a strange land, and probably bleeding out. She curled her tail around her body. Maybe if she just slept, she could wake it up and it would be better....
After the earthquake, NightClan's land had changed drastically. Hills, ridges, and trenches had formed across the land. It wasn't uncommon to come across what were once familiar landmarks altered to the point they were almost unrecognizable.
Flickerflame trailed along one such ridge, the land bumped up beside him. Reminding him of a wave that was rolling along a beach. Except this was land. Animals had started carving into the ridge using it for dens or hideaways and the ginger tom was inspecting it carefully.
A breeze wafted by and he lifted his head, eyes narrowing when he detected an unfamiliar cat scent, one that was nearby. He looked around and noticed some undergrowth and bushes nearby. Eyes narrowing he crouched and began to move towards it. If whoever it was wasn't friendly he wanted to be ready. After seeing the state his brother was in just a while ago, it reminded Flickerflame that not all cats were good at heart. There were some truly awful cats.
He stalked closer, catching glimpses of flashes of white and grey through the bushes, along with a scent of blood that had him quickening his movements, no longer as battle ready, more concerned.
Then he heard the sobs and he abandoned his stalking, instead straightening up to walk over, letting his fur lie flat.
"Hello?" He meowed poking a paw into the greenery and pushing it aside so he could peer at the cat inside. "Do you need help?" He asked.
Cyanic's body trembled. I might as well just accept that I'm going to die here, there was a part of her that thought bitterly. This was the part of her that wanted to sleep so badly. After all, she wasn't sure that there was anything left for her in this life, at least not anymore. Everything that she had once held dear was now gone. Perhaps this was a bit melodramatic, but, standing in the shadow of domestic abuse, Cyanic had no sense for drama. She was confused and lost and completely alone. She had never been alone before, not truly. Was life worth living, now that she was?
She was close to giving up and letting her eyes close in defeat when she heard a voice. It was the voice of a tom, and instantly, fear creeped into her eyes. They opened slightly as she tried to rise to her paws, although she hadn't enough strength to stand. Even sitting, she would learn, left her bloodied front side wobbly.
"Who's.... there?" Her question was faint. "Please... don't hurt me...."
When he heard the faint voice he knew immediately this was no threat to him, so he relaxed and slowly slipped into the gathering, so he could see her, but not be too close to frighten her. "I won't hurt you." He assured her. "My name's Flickerflame," Then he saw her and he paused. The fear in her eyes, the blood on her.
It reminded him of Doefreckle after an incident with one of his 'perfect loves'.
He shook it off, he was looking too into it. He needed to focus on the matter at paw.
"You're hurt." He noted the blood. He couldn't tell if it was infected or not he was no medicine cat after all. "I'll go get you some cobwebs." He saw one spun between some branches of a fallen tree nearby. "I'll be right back, don't move. IF anyone else comes that smells like me, like my clan? Tell them I just went to fetch some cobwebs for you." He said then he turned and hurried off to go fetch the cobwebs.
It only took him a few minutes to flick off the spider, apologizing to it for having to steal it's hard work before hurrying back to Cyanic.
"Here." He offered the cobwebs to her. Then he paused trying to get a better look at the injury but unable to without getting too close to her personal space. "Do you need me to wrap them? I can't see if you'd be able to hold them there in place yourself."
"My... name is Cyanic," she meowed in response, although both her tone and the crazed look in her eyes were wildly untrusting. After going through what she had gone through today, it would probably be a long time before she could bring herself to trust again. Trust, once broken, is a tricky thing, especially once broken.
She waited nervously for him to come back, and when he finally did, she had managed to calm down a little bit. Still, questions lingered in her mind. Why was he going to help her? Who was he? What did he mean by his clan? What was a clan? She didn't know the answer to any of these questions. Perhaps, it seemed, she had run much farther than she had originally thought.
She looked down at her injuries. Her deapest one was across heer left shoulder blade. It was deep, and had severed part of the muscle. It started at the tip of her shoulder blade and worked down across her pelt almost to her haunches. "I... I need help with that one," she meowed, nodding to it. There was no way she was going to be able to reach it herself. She could probably manage the wounds across her face without too much difficulty, but that one would be too awkward to do on her own.
"Cyanic, that's a nice name," Flickerflame meowed gently as he moved forwards, slowly into her space. "Okay I'll take the cobwebs and wrap it around your shoulder. Let me know if I make it too tight or press too hard." He said as he unraveled some of the cobwebs, he frowned a the marks on her face. "What happened if you don't mind my asking?" He asked as he slowly lifted the cobwebs and placed them on her shoulder beginning to wrap, being mindful of her reactions to make sure he didn't wrap them too tight. He winced at the sight, "I'm no medicine cat, but you also might want to have that shoulder looked at by someone familiar with healing." He added.
What happened to you, if you don't mind me asking? The words made her wince harder than the pain she felt because of the pressure he was applying to her side. She didn't want to face it yet. She didn't want it to be real... "My father attacked me," she whispered. Maybe if she said it quietly it wouldn't be a real admittance of what had happened. "He was... so angry... I can't... I don't know how it happened..." Her eyes watered even more.
"I don't... know anyone who is familiar with healing," she meowed next. She had never gotten hurt like this. Her father had never seen the use for herbs. Only the strong would survive.
Flickerflame paused shocked by her admission. "Your... your father did this to you?!" He was appalled he drew back to look her over and realized his comparison to his brother Doefreckle hadn't been far off. She too had suffered from someone she trusted, much like Doefreckle had. "How awful," He muttered. "If you'd like I can take you to see Turbulentsea, he can help you, he's our medicine cat here in NightClan." He told her gesturing around.
She winced again when he spoke. Yes, it had been her father. The only person in the world she trusted. She didn't even remember what made him fly into the fury he had. Would she ever? Or would she compartmentalize that, too, pushing it deep within her chest? Only time would tell, and Cyanic wasn't sure how much time she had left.
"What's a... NightClan?" Her voice was slightly embarrassed as she spoke. "Will this... Turbulentsea be willing to help me?" Why would he help me? Why is - what was his name? Flickerflame. Why is Flickerflame helping me? Her father always said, the world doesn't help who cannot help themselves, and surely Cyanic couldn't help herself right now.
"NightClan, is my clan, it's a group of cats all living together." Flickerflame said as he finished wrapping her shoulder. "We're like one big family, our leader Burningstar, does her best to keep everyone safe, everyone might have different blood ties, different families, but we're all one who clan. A bunch of ones, all together in one clan." He inspected his work. "And of course Turbulentsea will help you, he's a good sort, he can at least check and do what he can to help." He said. "Our leader doesn't hate outsiders, in fact we've started letting outsiders in if they're interested in joining."
