"You've rested long enough. Answer me. Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Bloodystar grabbed Jetfire's jaw and jerked it upwards so he could look her more directly in the eye. There was a chance that she was really still asleep, but the fact that he saw her eyes flutter as well as the quiet groan, well, he was pretty sure.

"Fine. If you won't own up to it, then I will spell it out for you. You lost your faith. You abandoned the Sun God and choose death over his benevolence. You nearly gave up your right to the Isle and damned your soul. Caught in the crossfire were your innocent near full-term kits. It would have been one thing for you to slip away and leave on your own, but instead you decided to take them with you. Innocent kits."

He lifted her head closer still, his claws digging into her throat but not breaking the skin, "But although you did not deserve it, the Sun God blessed you as well as our young with a second chance. All five of you survived... however... the kits were all poisoned. There is no telling what the long-term effects on their health will be, but they are not well. Some may not ever be able to become full Warriors all because of the terrible choice that you made. You will have to live with that and watch them suffer.

"They will grow up knowing that their mother wanted them dead and very nearly succeeded in doing it. Each day they wake up pained by the lasting effects of the poisons they will curse your name. They will hate you and the cruel fate you gave them... That is, if they even learn the truth..."

Bloodystar's paw jerked upward, cutting Jetfire's throat after all, and, feeling blood drip down his claw, he let go. It was a shallow wound. She probably wouldn't even feel it in her current state. But the fresh scent of her blood in the air brought him back to the panic he had experienced just a few days ago at this very spot. Blood had been everywhere and all over him. He'd had to do thinks he'd never done before, make hard decisions, even swallow his pride. Sacrifices. For her. And here she was, threatening him?

He began to laugh. A maniacal thing, short lived to be sure, but it would have carried at least as far as the Priest Promised's den. Bloodystar drew his bloodied claw up to his eye and added the red to the corner like a body-paint tear, then put his paw back onto the sandstone with dramatic flair.

"You are pathetic. Even in death you will never escape me. I'll go all the way to the Dark Forest to drag you back to my side, don't think I don't have the power to do it," Bloodystar suddenly, his breathing evening out as he gathered his bearings. He'd always been so controlled around Jetfire, but to say that he attempted suicide had rattled him would be an instatement. He cleared his throat before he spoke again, but he was still on edge, "Clearly you must be feverish to suffer such delusions... Unfortunately, I have spent too much time here already, and the Clan needs me. I will send Mountainsound to check on you." Honeystorm

Before Jetfire could properly respond to him, he exited the den, leaving her laying alone on the nest.

Mountainsound wasn't far behind Bloodyrondo, though she could smell his fading scent and Jetfire's crying as she neared. Of course he had to go and make this worse. Well, maybe he hadn't, but to be honest, she highly, highly, doubted it. Regardless, the healer carried herbs as she stepped inside, setting them down and pulling down calming herbs, lavender, chamomile, juniper, things that would ease her mind and numb the pain of her body, among other things such as helping her regain strength. "Take these, Jetfire. They will help, I promise." Her voice, as always, was soft and soothing, warm, and firm in a comforting way, like everything was bound to be alright. "How are you faring? Considering everything, I couldn't fault you for being unwell."

"I am here to save those who need me, even from themselves." The implication of what Mountainsound was saying was relatively clear, that Jetfire had attempted suicide, though she didn't directly say it. She didn't need to. "You needed help, and I cannot refuse aid. I understand why you feel the way that you do, however. Even still, Littlestar did not need Bloodyrondo to gloat over the dead body of one of her daughters." Her voice was soft, though she spoke the names as they were meant to be, not how Bloodystar had declared himself. Which perhaps didn't mean much to Jetfire, but it did speak to Mountainsound's thoughts on the Priest's reign.

"Perhaps. But when she gets out of here, I still believe she'll much prefer you at her side than only being able to speak to you once a year at the solstice at best." Mountainsound countered. "There is always time to change the future, Jetfire. There is no need for you to feel trapped here, and I'm here to help you get to a place where you feel safe." That last part of her words really had double meaning. It could mean feeling safe in SunClan... or agreeing to help her get out of it. Regardless, the healer didn't elaborate. Jetfire would understand, most likely. Or realize it later.