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Once the mist faded Skipstep raced forward. "Littlestar!" He cried making a beeline over to her. "Oh Littlestar." He meowed ears flattening as he soon as he was in front of her. He shoved Omega's body aside to try and touch noses with his mate. Assure her he was here, and to assure himself she was still alive.
"Careful, Skipstep!" Jetstar cautioned though she was only a few steps behind her brother, turning her attention to the apparatus holding Littlestar, along with the puddle of blood under her that was black. Along with the ichor staining her fur.
Though Jetstar wanted to believe it was over with Omega now dead. Those flames had come from the liquid and had been burning.
"We need to get rid of all of that ichor." Jetstar decided, in all her lack of occult wisdom. She shifted on her paws turning to the rest of the cat in the party. "Water, we should get water. For any fires and to remove the stuff covering Littlestar..."
But they would need a lot of it.
"Funk," Jetstar turned to the nemesis. "Do you know what a bucket is? Do you know where I can find one? We need a lot of water."
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 27, 2020 16:25:43 GMT -5
Vixenkismet rushed forward alongside Skipstep once it was clear, and as he checked on Littlestar, the ex-Priestess made it her job to get her daughter down. "Be prepared to break her fall. And keep an eye on Omega, in case he still has lives left." She ordered simply.
A few moments later, and she was starting to chew on the ropes and vines, breaking them down one by one by one, until finally, Littlestar was free. "Okay, now we can move her and get all that stuff off her."
"Move aside," Misty Rose said after standing there and saying absolutely nothing the entire time. "I've listened to enough stories to know that if there's evil scripture on a person's body it has to be washed off."
Nudging a bucket of rainwater over to Littlestar she managed to knock the bucket of water onto her friend washing most of it away and rubbing any excess paint off. "Okay, she's cured. You can take her now, my work here is done."
Jetstar blinked, then blinked again. Her ears flattened. "How'd I miss that bucket?" She muttered to herself, smacking herself a few times on the face for good measure.
Skipstep cringed as the water splashed onto him as well, but he'd been about to come into contact with the paint so Misty Rose had saved his life really. Though he let out a huff and shook himself to get the worst of the water off him.
He nosed over her. "Are you sure? Shouldn't we dry her off first?" He asked a note of worry as he looked over Littlestar. She looked in terrible shape and they needed to get her treatment.
"If the cat with the healing and occult skills says we can take her, we'd best take her." Jetstar meowed coming over to her brothers side. "Here, push her up onto my back."
"I can-"
"Brother if you carried her, you'd move at a snails pace worrying if Foxbane and I were making sure she stayed comfortably on your back. With you and Foxbane on either side of me, you'll make sure she won't slip off and we can get her treated as soon as possible." Jetstar said flatly, crouching down for them to put Littlestar on her back.
