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Peace. That was all Azura ever wanted. Peace for herself and her family. Well, adopted family but more or less the same thing. DayClan had proved time and time again to be that place. Granted Glowstar had her share of adventures, the group as a whole always seemed to stay out of the big conflicts. Sure, there were a few scares here and there, but nothing came of them until now. Azura's blood boiled as she remembered the 'deity' stroll through the camp unchallenged and started to convert her sanctuary into a cult. It disgusted her. In the end she fled from one cult to be inducted into another. She took a deep breath and held it in as she approached the White Tree. I'll get through this... I just need a plan... A shrill screech shook her from her thoughts and a breath clogged her nose with the sharp stench of fresh blood- clearly a cat's. She broke out into a run, and the scene in the clearing almost made her vomit.
A blue-eyed Bengal (the Huntress) towered over an amber eyed Bengal (Deathfang) hanging onto her life by a thread. Lacerations covered Deathfang's blood-soaked body. A chunk of muscle and flesh was bitten off Deathfang's hind leg, and the cuts around the gaping wound told Azura everything she needed to know about the Huntress's fighting style: savage. The Huntress one had a few scratches here and there, but was in almost perfect condition otherwise. The little conversation that Azura could hear was useless. She did not understand a single word uttered between the two of them, but the malice in the Huntress' words and the fear in Deathfang's did not need translation. With one motion the Huntress leaped onto Deathfang's back and sunk her hind claws into the SunClan warrior's throat. What was left of Deathfang's life ended with a push of the Huntress' hind legs as what little blood she had left drained from her throat. Everything told Azura to run from this bloody battleground. The savagery of the Huntress was despicable and terrifying, but in anger at her life she charged from the undergrowth to confront the murderer.
It was her first mistake. The Huntress simply waited for her to get closer before kicking off with her hind legs and somersaulting over Azura at the last second. Azura felt sharpened claws dig through her flesh as the she-cat passed overhead, and then heard the Bengal speak. "Temper, temper. The first one is free-ish. The second one..." As the Huntress expected, Azura whipped around to slash her from the side. Predictable. The Huntress raised her shoulder to a guard and leaned into it to absorb the force in Azura's impact. As the Huntress planned, Azura's claws dug into the her flesh as she dropped her guard and latched onto Azura's foreleg with her teeth.
With a single fierce tug Azura was on the ground with her foreleg still in the Huntress' jaws. Azura tried to struggle, but the Huntress placed her weight right above her hind legs and both her forepaws on her other foreleg, making her struggle in vain. Amusement pulsed through the Huntress' eyes as she admired her second, albeit unplanned, victim of the day. "You should have walked away." With one swift motion the Huntress moved her forepaws to the shoulder of the foreleg in her jaws, and pulled. A pop echoed off the White Tree followed by Azura's scream. Churning her back legs against Azura's belly as she went, the Huntress let the dislocated limb go from her jaws and jumped away. The Huntress sighed again as Azura rose to her paws with anger blazing in her earthy optics. "Shame. Another life wasted. Fighting angry never works." Azura aimed another clumsy blow at the Huntress' head.
The Huntress did the same thing again, dislocating her other foreleg, but this time did not leap away. Instead she cut away at Azura's flesh while Azura's hind paws churned in a desperate attempt to hit something other than air. The Huntress' claws sliced underneath her chin, down her forelegs, across her face and forehead, anywhere that would draw blood. Eventually the Huntress found the scar Octavia gave Azura on the back of her neck as an apprentice. "Hmmm... I see I'm not the first to end you." With that she reopened the old wound with one quick stroke, and Azura's mind muddled as the scarring memories returned to her with a vengeance. She was helpless. Again. At the mercy of her captor. Again. A tear formed in Azura's eye as the Huntress ended her torture with another deep gash down her flank.
The Huntress stood over a profusely bleeding Azura like and artist admiring her work. "Oh, silly me, I forgot something. Sorry, this is going to hurt just a bit more..." Azura had no breath in her lungs left to scream with as a single claw cut out a shape on her right shoulder: a square with a teardrop inside. "Wouldn't want anyone else claiming you, now would we?" The Huntress sighed again as she looked back at Deathfang's body just a few meters away. "I apologize for leaving you like this, but that rale'ir needs this too. If you just waited your turn, we wouldn't have to stop our game together. You know how it is. Actions have consequences." She walked over to the corpse and carved the same symbol into it before turning back to the she-cat. "Now, where were we..."
( very sorry for my delayed reply - I really do try to get to these during the week but longer ones like this take more time hope it's worth the wait! PS WOW you did such a good job with this post, the Huntress scares me omg xD )
Bloodyrondo was exhausted. The power of Wanheda did give him more energy than he had even had before, of course, but one could only go so long without any sleep. He had relied on his newfound godhood too much and neglected the very feline need of a deep, restful sleep. Presently he was returning to SunClan after a long morning in DayClan as Everlastingfire. While he wasn't sure if he had brought anyone over to his side yet, he felt like he made progress today, especially since a lot of his time was spent with the kits. The heart of the Clan and, also, the ones most likely to listen to him. But they also had the most questions... He just couldn't wait to be home.
Bloodyrondo had perfectly camouflaged himself up to this point but, with the SunClan border in sight, he had dispelled the cloaking entirely and returned to his true, rather rugged, ginger tabby form. He usually put up a little glamour even now, you know, make himself that much cuter, but today he didn't bother. He was just going to go to sleep anyway. He opened his mouth to yawn but nearly stumbled when he heard caterwauls of pain. It was coming from the SunClan side of the border. He opened his mouth, tasted the air. Blood. Suddenly Bloodyrondo was wide awake as he pelted toward the source of the sound. It sent shivers down his spine; he had never heard such pained howls come from any living creature before, yet he knew they were feline, in fact, they were faintly familiar... As the screaming grew louder, Bloodyrondo remembered his training with Azura and forced himself to slow down, take in the scene, gain the advantage. He was absolutely silent as he approached the back side of White Tree. It was funny, he could have used his powers to make himself literally undetectable, but he was too caught up in the moment to realize it. It wouldn't have mattered much anyway. He was successful.
Peering around the edge of the bark, his breath caught in his throat. One cat, Deathfang, was certainly dead, carved up nearly beyond recognition. His heart beat faster. Behind her corpse Bloodyrondo could make out the frame of a foreign she-cat, light pelted, bengal. He had never seen her before. His celadon eyes were next draw to his focus: a brown tabby pelt. It was.. familiar... Recognition flashed across his face. Azura.
Without hesitation Bloodyrondo lunged at the Huntress with his claws sheathed; he was aiming hid shoulder at her upper abdomen, hoping to hit her so hard as literally knock her away and stun her long enough to pin her. After seeing what she had done to these other two cats Bloodyrondo should have been more cautious but he had relationships with both of the intruder's target. Deathfang was a clanmate. Azura was basically his mentor. He couldn't afford to waste any time if there was a chance that he could save her.
(Np, take all the time you need. It was worth the wait! I was planning to just have the Huntress run off here, but if you want once they get moving the Huntress can come back and trash talk Bloody for bit while he's helping Azura.)
Azura could not believe it. She was going to die here, alone, for nothing. She’d be just another trophy to this sick cat who pushed her life to the edge of the cliff. All this over anger she could not let go. All this for trying to help a stranger. It was irony at its best and most cruel. In her heart she knew this was a fitting ending to her life. She was born to the Coalition in a bath of blood, hate, and fear; she lived her best life in a Clan where such a beginning was a nightmare gone wrong, and now she lay on her deathbed waiting for the clock to strike midnight.
She hardly registered what the Huntress was saying anymore. Her hope bled dry long ago. She wanted death, and the Huntress denied it from her. Her claws were always just a little too shallow, a little too far to the left, a little too something. Every cut denied her of the end. A tear rolled down her cheek, and then she saw something move behind the White Tree. No, it was her imagination. She was hallucinating the ginger cat watching her with anger boiling in his depths. Maybe it was her family coming to meet her… they were coming closer now… running closer… Azura’s mind faded into black as Bloodyrondo barreled into the Huntress.
This whole scenario was one of the Huntress’ sloppier kills. Her code was simple, honestly not too different from SunClan’s code of honor. Deathfang broke her code, so she deserved death. That’s where the Huntress should have ended things. At most, Azura should have been incapacitated. You know, just tear off some muscle or dislocate one leg. Nothing fatal, but enough to make a point. The problem began when she reveled in the death of her target. She had been tracking her for moons on end, always just a few steps behind, and she finally caught the heretic and satisfied her bloodlust, or so she thought. Then came Azura. The bengal had so much fun killing Deathfang, why did it have to end?
Because of this. The Huntress smelled the tom mere moments before she felt the Priest Promised barrel into her. As she tumbled away she caught a glimpse of the tom’s eyes. He wanted revenge. It did not scare the bengal, it simply revved her up for her first hat trick since leaving the desert. Blood was blood… until it’s not. She had two kills from two different groups, each marked with her own little present. Then there was Bloodyrondo, her third, or maybe not. The she-cat used her momentum to roll right back onto her feet before the tom could get on top of her, and she saw the sunset.
Patrols always went out at sunset, so she had 5 minutes left of privacy with the tom if a patrol came to the White Tree first. Given enough time, the Huntress knew she could play his brutish fighting style, but time was the one thing she did not have. The bengal’s icy eyes flashed to Azura’s almost lifeless body and back to the Bloodyrondo. She cackled again. It was time to go home, and the brown cat’s savior had a decision to make. “It’s been funnn, but I’m not gonna get executed today!”. The Huntress turned and sprinted east along the shared border. If he wanted to fight, she’d fight him on her terms, as she always did. The Huntress saw no point in fighting at a disadvantage when she had more to lose.
"Coward!" Bloodyrondo called but he did not give chase; there was no time for it. Azura's was bleeding out in front of him and it was all he could do to keep his breathing even let alone hers. With a lack of herbs nearby the only first aid he could perform was shoving petals from white tree into the deepest of the cuts in the hopes that the pressure would at the very least stem the flow. It was hard to tell if they were doing anything, though, there was just so much blood, it was spreading all over his forepaws, now on his muscle, his chest...
"Azura, don't you dare die on me," He ordered as he leaned forward to loop her forearm around his neck. He quickly stopped when she saw her body contract in pain and could feel the ball of the joint dig awkwardly into what was presumably muscle. Dislocated. A quick inspection of the other shoulder reflected an identical diagnosis. No wonder she had stayed so still while the Huntress worked on her; she was unable to move. Even now, if Bloodyrondo tried to load her onto his back, the pain would be too great for her to properly hold still, or so he assumed. Dislocated limbs could feel worse than broken ones but luckily were much easier to treat.
He didn't warn her before he forced the first limb back into place. He knew that if she was aware of what he was doing her body would only tense and make it harder for both of them, not to mention more painful for her. Unfortunately, this meant that she would totally know what he was doing when he carefully flipped her onto the other side and forced the other limb back into place. It was harder to do but Bloodyrondo was a robot, defaulting to the training that he knew before perhaps common sense. He also knew the battle-hardened she-cat could take it.
But this was the extent of the treatment he could do without his a full store of herbs. While SunClan's camp was nearly equidistant to DayClan's camp from here, SunClan's was significantly easier to reach with much flatter lands and a clearer pathway. He also truly believed Brakewings to be incompetent. He hadn't seen DayClan's herb stores yet but didn't want to gamble on that point, either. Thus, when he finally slung Azura over his back, he headed toward home.
Bloodyrondo knew what this would mean for her but life in SunClan would be better for Azura than no life at all.
The sound of the Huntress's mocking cackle fading into the distance brought the marginally alive she-cat some relief, but what little she had left was burning away. Her mind knew that she was rapidly slipping between consciousness, delirium, and unconsciousness. Her perception of reality was almost not existent, save for one thing: it was her time to die. She saw her sister and her mother dancing in the sunset, beckoning her to join them in the afterlife. How easy would it be? They both awaited her, wherever their souls rested. She could talk to her mother for the first time since kithood, play with her sister for the first time since leaving Absum Lux...
Reality came crashing back to her when Bloodyrondo tried to load her onto his back. She seized in pain at the touch and felt her mind slip away once again as he let go, only to have violently return with the first limb. Her mind cleared itself as she screeched at the sudden burst of pain. It burned as much as the Huntress's wounds numbed her flesh. Her hind legs flailed in the air when he went for the second. There was little she could do. She barely qualified as conscious, let alone able to put up fight. A sob shook her body on the second leg. That was it, right? She could go to sleep here while he found a patrol, right? A sigh escaped her lips as she fell back into her sleep.
Confusion buzzed through her muddled mind when she felt him hoist her onto his back. What was he doing? It didn't matter... she could sleep. Her mind faded away for another few moments. Peace. She could truly feel it. Her body released its tension with a single deep breath as more blood worked its way from her wounds, soaking her rescuer's back. She would see her sister again by the time the sun rose. She opened her eyes one last time to see her final sunset, only the view did not look right. The land was volcanic, rough, and scorching in the sun's rays. Her blurring peripheral vision saw a white blob fade into the distance, and it hit her. Bloody was taking her to SunClan. Panic seized her mind, and with what little strength she had Azura shook herself from Bloody's back with a thud. A single tear ran down her cheek. "Please... just let me die..."
"The Sun God guided me to you for a reason, Azura. Don't you dare give up on me because I have never given up on you," Bloodyrondo stumbled over his own feet but remained vertical as he neared the tunnel entrance to SunClan's camp. His heart was racing, his breathing erratic, he really was afraid that he was going to lose his friend and mentor. Sure, his goal had always been to convert Azura to the Sun God's religion, but he hadn't wanted it to happen this way. He didn't often offer patience but he though he could afford it with this one; however, it seemed he he drug it out too long. Azura's hesitance to convert had left her bloodied and near death on the very border she haunted. If Bloodyrondo wasn't so distraught perhaps he would have thought it poetic.
"Bloodyrondo, what in the world...?" Discordantpaw was the first cat to stumble upon this grizzly pair. It was clear that Azura was the loser of this fight but the amount of blood on Bloodyrondo's pelt suggested that he may have been wounded, too. Not that this particular she-cat really cared. She wasn't the type to wish mistfortune upon others but she certainly didn't care when it happened. Her expression was far more curious than concerned, "Holy Sun God, did you do that to her? Azura is kind of a big deal in DayClan. Strik is---"
"Get Littlestar or your mother, whoever you find first, and send them to my den as soon as possible," He barked and pushed past his half-sister. She stepped out of his way readily and blinked in surprise. Bloodyrondo yelled at her all the time but never with such... emotion? A smirk spread across her face. Was her big brother actually worried about some DayClan good-for-nothing? She would remember that, "Alright, your highness." She bolted off ahead of them, wasting no time on the task, it was way more fun than the moss collection she was supposed to be doing.
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Bloodyrondo carefully lowered Azura off his shoulders and onto the sick bed closest to his den. SunClan's High Priestess and Priest Promised were the Clan's healers so their shared chambers were connected by the Clan's main herb storage and healing nests. It was a very soothing place to be; the fragrant aroma of herbs like lavender and vanilla hung in the air and the sandstone beneath their paws was always warm even when the sun had long set. The whole place was meticulously clean save for the trail of blood leading up the ascending pathway and the growing pile of bloodied petals from White Tree. The Priest Promised lashed his tail nervously. Where was Littlestar? His paws were trembling as he removed another petal and replaced it with more absorbent cobwebs and a poultice he had hurriedly made. This was well past his level training.
"Sun God, please give her strength to pull through this. She is destined to be your loyal servant. Do not let StarClan steal her away from you before she has the chance to know your face..."
She wheezed and coughed up a little blood as they approached the camp. Time lacked meaning for her. One moment she was in the scorching midday SunClan heat, and the next she watched shadows dance in the tunnels leading to SunClan's camp. She ascertain that the stench of SunClan cats grew stronger with every step until it crescendoed at the end of the tunnel. Piercing sunlight felt like it bored holes into Azura's glassy eyes. He really brought her here, the place she hoped to never see. "Maybe he sent you to hear my last words..." As touching as it was, the she-cat hardly had the energy to breath, let alone process any emotion beyond fear and anger.
She only caught the briefest words in his interaction with Littlestar's daughter, whatever her name was. Bloody told her to find Littlestar, so she only had a few minutes to do what she had to do. The aroma of herbs did little to relax the she-cat. This was enemy territory. Her blurred mind raced as she frantically examined the den. No deathberries nor nightshade in sight. Nothing. She had to hope her sister would come for her before Littlestar. Her cloudy eyes flickered back to Bloody again as he removed some of the debris from her wounds. Fine. He clearly had no idea what to do beyond that, but his prayer drove her fragmented mind over the edge. She howled in pain as she forced herself to roll over and cover the once clean wounds in sand again. "I... am... no one's... servant...". She writhed in the sand, opening the wounds further and coating them in the coarse substance.
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 May 25, 2020 12:36:30 GMT -5
It didn't take long for Littlestar to arrive, the news of the injured DayClan traveling fast. If there was one thing that SunClan cats loved to do, it was gossip. As she entered into her den she was surprised to find the she-cat on her paws, despite the major injuries that covered her body. She looked delerious, and every move that she made seemed to be opening the wounds farther apart. This had to stop, if she was to have any hope of saving her. Her eyes narrowed, motioning for the warriors she had brought with her to fetch healing herbs to assist in restraining the she-cat "Azura... stop you are hurting yourself worse" warriors began to file into her den restricting her movement "I am only here to help" she glanced over to Bloodyrondo trying to figure out what in the world was going on.
"Don't be stupid, Azura. If the Sun God was going to do something like that he wouldn't have sent you a healer." Bloodyrondo said as he tried to get her back in the sick bed. Just as he took a step forward, Littlestar appeared and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Relief was here at last. He didn't know what he was doing but at least he had kept her alive long enough for someone else who did to get here, "Littlestar, she was attached by a rogue at the DayClan border. I fought off the rogue but not in time to save Deathfang, who was... and still is... at White Tree." The inflection in his voice communicated that the SunClan she-cat he had mentioned was deceased, "Just tell me what I need more to do to help you save her life. Azura is strong; when she pulls through this she will be an invaluable asset to SunClan's cause."
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 May 31, 2020 13:56:58 GMT -5
Littlestar decided to ask questions later, once the she-cat had managed to be treated for the worst of her moons "See i you can get her to cooperate" she replied. Her claws gleamed in the low light, Bloodyrondo would know all to well what she had laced them with, but to the she-cat it would be a surprise. She was willing to have the warriors pin her until she could sedate the crazed she-cat, but if she would cooperate things would go much more smoothly for both of them "She needs to stop moving around, or she will bleed out" she ordered, glancing back towards the entrance "Send out a patrol to fetch Deathfang to the sunflower fields"
Her writhing turned into squirming as the adrenaline faded from her system. She felt weak, defeated, and helpless. Just like when Octavia took the life of her mother. Just like when Octavia nearly claimed her life. Azura thought she had changed and become stronger, but apparently not. Another wave of flashbacks tore through her mind, and her squirming ceased. A single sob shook her body as Bloody pushed her back into her nest. What had she done with her life? If she couldn't protect herself, how could she protect her family? What was her worth? Another tear rolled down her cheek. Their depths filled with sorrow, her glossy eyes found Bloodyrondo's and she whispered one word. "Mercy."
Bloodyrondo gently placed his paws on Azura and herded her into the now-crimson nest. It was more blood spilled than he had ever seen, and he'd been at the battle for NovaClan, he had an idea of mayhem and this was something else. And that look in Azura's eyes... it wasn't fear or pain but sorrow, something like regret, he didn't understand where it was coming from but it seemed unnatural given the circumstances. He couldn't imagine she hated SunClan so much that it would make her look like this when she was literally dying, so it must be something else. His eyes drifted to the wicked scar at the back of her neck, which was now twice its original size, cut right back into by the cruel Huntress. Perhaps...
"Mercy."
This wasn't the Azura he knew. She would never, ever ask something like this, she was too strong. His body moved on his own as she brushed his head gingerly against hers and laid down next to her. He was careful not to touch her wounds but was close enough that should she need to lean into him she could. At this point he was so covered in her blood that it would be hard for an onlooker to tell just which cat was the wounded one, "Stay with us, Azura, I will not leave you."
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, 2020 16:27:20 GMT -5
As soon as Blodyrondo had gotten her into the nest, Littlestar got to work. Leaving the warriors on stand by in case they were needed or she tried to flee again. She moved forward quickly creating a paste of herbs to keep the wounds from getting infected. She cleaned them quickly and applied the paste,then used a small wooden stick and some long grass blades to force the skin back togather before tightly wrapping them with cobwebs to put pressure on the wounds and to absorb the blood that seeped from them. She had left them just open enough to drain, but closed enough that the skin would be able to knit back together with anylook. These wounds were extensive, and were going to take a long time to heal. She ran her paw's of the she-cats body checking for other injuries but it seemed that she managed to close to ones of biggest concern thus far. Now it would just be a waiting game, and a matter of managing her pain. Normally she would have offered the she-cat pain medication before doing stiches, but she had to act quickly in order to save her life. She held out some poppyseeds, along with a medly of other herbs to give her strength and help her sleep "Take these, it should dull your pain"
Throughout the whole process, the she-cat drifted in and out of consciousness. The last thing she felt was Bloody lying down next to her, and then things went fuzzy. As soon as she hit the next, she could no longer feel Littlestar's presence right in front of her. The High Priestess was certainly still in the den somewhere, but she lacked the awareness to figure out where. Then things faded out, until she felt the stitches. She woke up shrieking as the first blade of grass tightened. The pain was indescribable. She thought that her body had long ago gone numb from pain, but each stitch only made it worse. Why was she letting Littlestar torture her again? She tried to squirm away, but Bloody's body stopped her weak body from moving more than an inch or two. Some her wound reopened again and continued to ooze blood with that little movement. Her eyes settled on the healing herbs and looked away. She did not deserve this kind of help from anyone, or want to receive this help from SunClan of all places. To Azura, Littlestar did not save her life, but merely pushed her death date back a few months until initiation. Might as well try to end it now.
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 14, 2020 12:23:13 GMT -5
Littlestar finished wrapping a layer of cobwebs around her wounds to absorb any oozing before turning to Bloodyrondo "She knows you best, get her to take these. I need to send a message to Glowstar about her daughter being here, and see that Deathfang has been been brought back home" she rose to leave the den, leaving behind bloody paw-prints behind on the sandstone floor as she left. Even though she was SunClan's leader, she had been raised with strict belief of honoring the deceased, lest the come back to haunt you.Jadie
Bloodyrondo nodded in reply to Littlestar and pawed the poppy seeds toward him, staining them red immediately, but at this point a couple more drops of blood down Azura's throat couldn't possibly make her condition worse. He shifted himself slightly so that his paw was right in front of the DayClan she-cat's mouth, "Azura, you must take these if you want to heal. You have a lot of resting to do and can't do that if everything hurts." He could feel the faint tremors of pain, he was laying closely to her after all. It was funny. Even now, at death's door, Azura was as unshakable as always. He needed to lighten the mood, "If not for you, then do it for me. Glowstar will have my tail when she finds out I brought you here but, honestly, who wants to receive treatment from Brakewings? All I've ever seen that old bat do is scowl. I bet that if he even has poppy seeds, they are all expired, probably even mouldering... haha..." Joking didn't come easy to Bloodyrondo, what was more funny was the look on his face when he tried, "So... eat them? Please?"
Finally, she left. Still, questions lingered in her mind. She had done nothing for the Clan, and Bloody knew of the doubts she had about the Sun god. She probably wouldn't believe that he existed unless the deity appeared in front of her and singed her fur. Even so, she'd never choose to worship a deity. They always condoned suffering as long as it was in their name or furthered their will. The Sun God would not be any different. He already ripped Glowstar from her Clan, just to subjugate her under Foxbane for whatever reason. They always proved to be evil.
Bloody's voice brought Azura's mind back to the present. He should have left with Littlestar, left her to find peace through her pain. She'd done it before when she first arrived in DayClan and started putting her life back together. She'd done it when her sister left her. She could do it again. The she-cat sighed and blinked away another tear. Could she do it here, away from everything she had ever known and built? She curled up tighter, reopening some of the fresh wounds again. Another small moan escaped her lips. "Leave me."
"You're right. You need to be alone to rest and heal... but I'm not going anywhere until you take these seeds." Bloodyrondo said, moving his paw even closer to Azura's mouth, the long fur between his toes brushing against his jawline, "They will help you relax and make you less tense. Believe me, they will help. If you keep moving like that then you're going to reopen all of your wounds and I'm not sure if we'll be able to patch them up a second time." Okay, a bit of an exaggeration, but it was true that if she kept this up her recovery could be set back considerably, "Come on, Azura, don't be so stubborn."
At this point, Azura could not feel the pain. It was all numb, a mere background to her new cuts whenever she moved. "I'll sleep. I won't take the seeds." Part of her believed the seeds would somehow harm her. Her mind saw the entire clan as a hostile place. She wouldn't eat a squirrel infested with maggots. Why eat these seeds from the enemy? She sighed again and tried to curl a little bit tighter. "Leave me alone." Why did he care if she lived? He brought her here against what she wanted, and had Littlestar heal her. He didn't care for who she was, he cared for how she could help his Clan.
Bloodyrondo knew he wasn't going to win this battle. Why she was so opposed to poppy seeds would forever escape him, they were classic soothing herbs, as harmless as they came. He wouldn't waste any more time explaining that to her, though, "Suit yourself. I'll leave you here then, if you need anything my den is right over here, just call out."
hope it's worth the wait! PS WOW you did such a good job with this post, the Huntress scares me omg xD )