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Bloodyrondo peaked into the main chamber that connected the High Priestess's den to the Priest Promised's den then quickly ducked his head away with a quiet curse. Singedwolf. He should have known. The scarred tom had positioned himself directly in front of the High Priestess's den entrance and was one of Littlestar's most trusted followers. He was such a hard cat to read and he honestly kind of gave Bloody the creeps. Littlestar full well knew that Bloodyrondo felt that way about him which was probably why he was the one standing guard. The Priest Promised had hoped the den would be unprotected seeing as Littlestar was out on a patrol but the leader had outwitted him yet again.
As hot-blooded and full-hardy as Bloodyrondo was, he knew there was no way he was getting past Singedwolf without help. He would be on high alert for Bloody's ginger pelt anyway. The tom pulled away from the entryway and quietly returned to the main camp, his ears alert and eyes searching, until he spotted the familiar blue-gray form of Nikkohydrangea lounging by the fresh-kill pile, "Nikko, I need your help. Follow me but be super quiet."
Nikkohydrangea's ears angulated as he followed after Bloodyrondo, lumbering after him with the leisure of a big old dog. He let out a long yawn that luckily was soundless as he tagged along after him. He had basically spent all of his time with Shadowbard lately to notice any of the festival drama that happened so he wasn't exactly up to date on what this could be about or what his friend was going through. For a moment he considered questioning Bloodyrondo, but in the end opted to say nothing since he told him to be quiet and simply trailed after him lazily.
Standing immobile in front of the den with his paws firmly planted and his suspicious eyes sweeping his surroundings, ragged shoulders hunched and a bitter expression on his face, the initiate nearly looked at peace. For once he was back in a familiar position, guarding a den with a valued subject again, and even if he was far from thrilled to be guarding another young cat at least he knew what he was doing. Most of his life up to this point had amounted to standing guard in one place or another, and he was not the type of cat to fail in his duty. Failure meant death for him or someone else, and if he wasn't the one causing that demise, it wasn't an option.
Though apparently, nobody would die if he didn't do his job today, and that seriously lowered the stakes. A shame.
Bloodyrondo led Nikkohydrangea toward the High Priestess's den, although he was practically tiptoeing his way there, doing everything he could to not make a single sound. It was an odd feeling sneaking up a pathway that used to basically belong to him but on the bright side at least that meant he knew just the right spot to place his paws to avoid detection. At the entrance now, Bloodyrondo paused and turned back to look at Nikko, his celadon eyes dead serious, "I need you to make a distraction and get that oaf away from this den. For just a few minutes. He's guarding Satinpaw and I just have to make sure she is OK."
"Okay I will, but you're responsible for patching me up," Nikkohydrangea said before wandering openly to Singedwolf, his dead zombified blue gaze was like that of a corpse, it was glazed over like ice and the pupils were tight and small, almost glassy, never focusing on anything. His speed ramped up though as he approached Singedwolf and soon he was running at him, his head didn't even stand up straight, it rolled from side to side like the loose head of a ragdoll, "I HAVE RABIES!" He screamed and leapt at Singedwolf's face, his entire body grappling on. For most any cat they had enough self preservation to not want to literally jump onto another cats face where their jaws were, but since Nikkohydrangea had a constant deep desire to die he could care less for his own well being.
His burned gaze focused on the approaching warrior and the corner of his mouth twitched. He didn't move even as the tom broke into a run, his eyes narrowing to slits as he tensed, taking the next few seconds to prepare himself. He couldn't care less about what the tom cried out as he attacked; his job was to guard this den against anyone who tried to enter, rabid or not, and he wasn't going to roll over just because someone tried to intimidate him. As Nikkohydrangea grappled onto him he slammed his head sideways, smashed his cheek against the wall and Nikko with it, snarling against the sting. He reached up with a free paw and pulled the warrior off of him, flinging him back to the ground.
Bloodyrondo held back a groan when he heard Nikkohydrangea's method of distraction. Really? Rabies? You were supposed to foam at the mouth for that, it was, like, one of the hardest illnesses to fake. Nikko did a half descent job but any cat with a medical background would know better. He peaked around the corner and saw that the two toms were fighting but that Singedwolf had yet to leave his spot so Bloody just backed away and listened, hoping that there would be a better opening. His heart was beating so, so quickly at the chance to see Satinpaw again, but the longer he stood there, the more he realized that this was really just a pipe dream. Singedwolf was good at his work.
The hit against the wall hardly seemed to phase him, it was no surprise though, clearly he had rabies. He was growling the whole time, but when he was flung to the ground Singedwolf could make out that he was trying to say something, rrrrrr. Rrrr what though?
"RRRRRRAAAABIEEEEEEEEES!" Nikkohydrangea cried out as he once again launched onto Singedwolf's face giving him a big lick across the ear, "YOU'RE INFECTED!"
He leapt off of the tom, "If you want the cure, you're going to have to solve this riddle. What has two eyes, but cannot be bought, is slippery as water, yet fears water with the scent of lavender? Times ticking!" He said like a super villain.
He raised a paw to slap Nikko back down, but he seemed to be settling, so he slowly lowered his foot back to the ground. His lip curled in disgust at the riddle presented to him. "I don't know or care what the answer is," he answered irritably, "and if you don't stop licking me and get lost in the next few seconds, I'm going to find a real rabid fox and feed you to it." Singedwolf didn't believe for a moment this cat was rabid, other than his behavior being an obvious sign of madness. No cat in their right man would run around screaming rabies and attacking cats, especially not attacking him. Besides, if he was wrong, then at least he'd have an excuse to die taking out as many cats as he could with him.
"Oh. You will," he laughed slowly, the maniacal laughter building up, "YOU WILL! YOU WILL! YOU WILL" He repeated between gurgles and coughs and soon enough he was spitting on the ground, that familiar look in the eyes as his pupils turned to thin slits as he began to choke out the words, "YOU WILL," In raspy breaths that turned ragged as his shoulders heaved up and down, his eye contact never leaving the toms. His smile was the worst, that side wards smirk he maintained through every cackle, gag, and gore that dripped from edge to edge of his lips. Despite the theatrics none of this felt real, he was the cat that moments ago kept yelling rabies after all, but somehow the moment felt different. Maybe the change of the air or maybe the way his stomach convulsed like something were trying to escape him. The build of his coughs only grew until it became nothing short of unbearable as he croaked out a hairball, wet and slimy.
It felt like a horror movie, hopefully. He had been working on that act for weeks and finally today he was going to scare the living hell out of Bloodyrondo, but instead it was for Singedwolf, the best part wasn't even over.
He might not be rabid, but he was beginning to make Singedwolf nervous. There was something unnerving about the way he was acting, and there much be something deeply wrong inside his brain to make him act like this. What kind of sickness had taken him? Was it reversible? He'd never seen such an odd display before but he was no longer convinced that Nikko was just acting. "Okay, keep your fur on and hold back a moment," he muttered to him, then raised his voice to the camp.
"Hey, someone come take this fleabag to... the Soothsayer," he called, his voice dropping off as he frowned. They couldn't take him to Littlestar, whatever was going on here he didn't want her being infected by it. It was still his duty to protect her.
Singedwolf nearly head-butted Bloodyrondo when he stuck his head out of the entrance in search of the Soothsayer; You'd think that, with the ginger tom's goal being to get the guard out of the den long enough to sneak in a visit, he would have hid himself a little bit better. But no. He had been enthralled in Nikko's performance and couldn't pull himself away. I was so convincing that it made his skin crawl. He may have even fainted if he hadn't known it was an act, and that was saying something. Bloodyrondo looked up at Singedwolf, then to Nikkohydrangea, and back to Singedwolf again, "Uhh... I heard you needed the Soothsayer... maybe I can help? What's wrong?" He played dumb but was unconvincing to say the least.
Nikko suck in a last breath, his voice cracking into a single croak before collapsing entirely, his entire closing shut as his head hit the ground hard. No movement. Suddenly his eye opened once more, staring out into nothingness he whispered, "nekcarc eht esaeler." He rasped, his eyes still unblinking, staring at nothing.
Suddenly the hairball wobbled. Wobbled again. There was a sound from deep inside that resonated, building up like thunder the haunting low sound growing with every passing heartbeat. All at once the hairball broke open, a swarm of grey flying out and descending upon Singedwolf and for whatever reason showing no interest in Bloodyrondo. However as the swarm moved into Singedwolf surrounding his head they would be able to make out from the buzzing sound that they were flies, some not even fully developed and while others that weren't developed past the larvae staged oozed out from the hairball.
Nikkohydrangea stood up and casually walked past Singedwolf smearing his paws across the ground to get rid of any excess fly food that he had already spread all over Singedwolf from repeatedly tackling him. Too bad though, he had been planning this trick for moons now, had it all planned out to freak Bloodyrondo out. He had even gone to the black market to get the bugs from Kotori. He looked back at Bloodyrondo with a you going to get going? kind of a look.
Littlestar stood behind Bloodyrondo watching the scene unfold. The whole thing was rather ridiculous, but instead of calling them out for it she poked her head inside carrying a bundle of herbs "My oh my, He must be really sick" she padded forward dropping her bundle of herbs down at her paws shaking her head and she pressed a paw up against his forhead "Poor Nikkohydrange, you must have eaten something foul to have so many bugs coming out of you" she cooed pulling out some yarrow. If he wanted to fake being sick, then perhaps he needed a taste of the real thing to make him think twice about doing this again. Being Mistyveil's son, he would know this herb... How ingesting it would make you vomit severely for a while and make you feel terrbile. Not to mention the bad taste. She smiled "Now open wide, so we can get you feeling all better" she lifted her paw pushing the yarrow towards his open mouth
Nikkohydrangea nodded to Littlestar with a helpless puppy dog gaze. Primarily because he was hoping she would give him something good, poppy seeds maybe, a good hallucinogen, maybe something to make him feel all tingly inside. However when she pulled out yarrow he immediately grimaced and only managed to say oh before the herb was shoved towards his mouth and immediately whimpered. He didn't have to see the true intent in her eyes to know that if he didn't open his mouth he wouldn't be following through with the act and hesitantly opened his mouth. After all if he didn't open up and knew with one hundred percent certainty he had faked it he felt that she was going to make him eat it anyways.
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 Apr 26, 2020 16:44:50 GMT -5
Littlestar pushed the herbs into his jaws looking between Bloodyrondo and Nikko for signs or hints of their ruse. For her this was only a win win situation. If he really had injested something with bugs in it, yarrow was the correct treatment plan. If it was a ruse, well the effects of the herb would at least make him think twice about pulling such a stunt in the future. "Now Nikko, these herbs can't help you if you don't swallow them" either way, the tom was going to be in for a rough night at this point. While she waited on him to chew, she placed firm paws on his tummy and began to massage it roughly. The combination of the herbs and the massage a sure firs way of making cats vomit up anything the may have ingested.
Nikkohydrangea didn't look at Bloodyrondo as he slowed chewed up the yarrow. His ears already flattening as Littlestar rubbed his stomach and made a mental note not to mess with her if he could help it. This wasn't going to be the worst day of his life, but this would be the second worst day of his life. Throwing up in front of a crush was about as embarrassing as it got, but as he chewed on the yarrow he realized it really wasn't. He had just faked rabies, got thrown like a rag doll by Singedwolf and literally vomited up a ball of live insects. Swallowing that thing was the hard part, whatever happened next wasn't about to get on exorcist levels like the show he put on and if it did he now knew he could handle it. He glanced at Littlestar wanting to do this near some bushes, but it was clear she wanted him to swallow the yarrow where she could see him and ate it up entirely. It didn't take long before he was gagging and throwing up.
Singedwolf snarled in primal rage at the sudden flood of flies attacking him, stumbling back and swatting at them. "Leave me alone," he growled at them, dissolving into a series of degrading curses and insults. He was rapidly backing away from the buzzing cloud and the other cats, his angry swipes taking down swathes of the creatures but it seemed there were quite a few more to take their place, and the tiny wings flapped madly inside of his snapping jaws as he caught mouthful after mouthful and spat them out. At last, the crowd was dispersing, many of their tiny bodies perishing at his paws while the others merely ran out of food and seemed to be heading elsewhere.
THe furious tom stalked back to the den, ignoring Littlestar as he lunged at Nikkohydrangea and forced him to the floor. "What the hell was that?"
Nikkohydrangea tried to steady his breathing when he was knocked over by Singedwolf. His dead ice gaze shrunk back staring into the toms eyes as Singedwolf held him down. He struggled in his grip trying to look away from the toms sharp teeth as he spoke. Nikkohydrangea grimaced and spoke weakly, "That was an e-" He grimaced again, but this time couldn't hold it back and threw up in Singedwolf's face. Nikkohydrangea used the moment to sweep Singedwolf's legs, knocking him off of his paws. Nikkohydrangea sprang up to his own paws and leisurely walked away a good distance from everyone, "That was involuntary."
Bloodyrondo gave Nikkohydrangea exactly the expression the blue-gray tom had been expecting: Total disgust, fear, some concern. He knew it was supposed to be an act but it was so convincing that he just couldn't believe it. His heart racing, he forced a nod to Nikkohydrangea and decided that if his friend really started spasming on the ground he would be able to hear it and help, but for now he wouldn't waste his efforts. He was seconds away from seeing Satinpaw. He had one foot in Littlestar's den when he heard the High Priestess's entrance. The ginger tom cursed and stepped back to face her, but she was ignoring him, focused instead on Nikko but, well, he knew better than to try and do anything else now that she was here.
So, he slowly edged toward the exit of the den after shooting a look of pity at Nikko. Ingesting yarrow was not a pleasant experience but one always felt better afterwards, so perhaps it wasn't going to be the worst for him, especially since there was sure to be some flies straggling in his tummy. He mouthed "sorry" to Nikko and had one foot out the door when Singedwolf was projectile vomited on, "On Sun God..."
