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(This is phase 2 of the plot. Now that Larkwing is making improvement, Flamingstar must make a decision. Either let Larkwing recover and possibly take her throne or kill him while hes weak.)
Flamingstar sat on her throne, watching the medicine cat den through narrowed eyes. It had been a couple nights since Larkwing was found unconscious in Nightclan territory. He was found with a high fever and close to starvation. The medicine cats found an infected scratch on his hind leg that may have also been inflicted with poison. The previous Nightclan deputy had nearly died but it seemed as if the treatments were working. Although he hadn't fully come out of his coma, occasionally he would lift his head and look around but he didnt speak. Everyone in Nightclan were crowding the den, asking how he was doing with his recovery.
The Nightclan leader leaped from her throne and padded over to the crowd of cats. "Everyone, get back to your duties. There is nothing to see here." She ordered, a harshness in her voice. She was not happy that Larkwing had returned. He posed a threat to her position. Entering the medicine den, he saw the scrawny lump of fur in the back of the den. The two medicine cats were standing above him, tending to him. "How is he?" She asked, not like she really cared about his well being. A part of her hoped he would die so she wouldn't have to do it herself. She didnt like murdering but she would.
Post by phoenixxiii on Apr 4, 2020 13:13:27 GMT -5
Cannalily refused to leave her mate's side at the moment. She'd been in to check in on him every other second of every day. She licked his fur to try and rustle him from sleep but nothing every worked. She stared at him with worry and would frequently lay by him at night in case anything changed.
When Flamingstar ordered everyone to go back to her duties she had an idea to defy her, but knew that would cause Larkwing grief if he knew. She slowly padded out of the room, looking back every other step. She'd be back to see him. Oh, she'd be back.
