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Post by Flighty on May 8, 2012 1:00:27 GMT
Fleetwhisker dashed toward the border, paws flying. He slid to a stop just before the border, pacing up and down the scent line, looking for a FernClan border patrol. He finally stopped and settled back on his haunches, looking around urgently.
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Post by Crewe on May 8, 2012 1:25:51 GMT
Mottledfrost limps along the border, a pad of cobwebs clumsily stuck on her shoulder. Spotting Fleetwhisker, she forces herself to walk straighter, and approaches the BreezeClan tom, looking him up and down.
"You want something," she says, sitting down on her side of the border. "What is it?"
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Post by Flighty on May 8, 2012 1:36:08 GMT
Fleetwhisker twitched his whiskers, acknowledging her injury. He tucked that aside for after he'd delivered his message; he knew enough to be able to help her. But he had business to attend to first. "Aspenstar sent me with a message. We've received information that Eagleclaw may be back. Our informant has told us that he's building a force of rogues to attack the forest, and that he has enlisted warriors in the Clans that are not content with their lives. From what we've heard, he's planning to try to take the whole forest. This involves all of the Clans, and she wanted to send to you first, as FernClan is our strongest ally, and you witnessed Eagleclaw's treachery more than anyone else." He explained. "It sounds like he's got quite a bit of an army rising.. It fits, too, with the amount of rogues that are creeping into the forest lately.." He shook his head, ice blue eyes looking slightly worried. Now that he'd finished his message, he took a step forward, closer to the border. "You're injured; I can help. I spent enough time in the medicine cat den as an apprentice to know how to take care of a wound like that." He offered, tail twitching. He knew all the Clans were short on medicine cats at the moment, FernClan included. He saw no reason to neglect an allied leader, even though she may only be the deputy.
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Post by Crewe on May 8, 2012 1:41:28 GMT
Mottledfrost's eyes widen at Fleetwhisker's news.
"Eagleclaw! This... I will need to think this over. Thank you for your warning."
She pauses for a moment at the tom's offer, then dips her head.
"Again, my thanks. Foxpelt and I have retained... less information from serving the medicine cat to be much of a use to ourselves."
The FernClan deputy steps closer to Fleetwhisker and offers her shoulder; the cobwebs and thick brown fur are matted with blood, and the wound itself is not as clean as would be ideal, due to lack of time for cleaning it.
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Post by Flighty on May 8, 2012 1:55:27 GMT
Fleetwhisker flicked his tail, pulling away the cobwebs. "Of course." He mewed, in answer to her thanks. "We're not sure when Eagleclaw is planning to strike.. Aspenstar would like to meet with you herself, but she's occupied with our informant at the moment." He murmured, studying the wound. His ears twitched back for a moment. "Ouch, this looks painful.." The black-and-white tom muttered, half to himself. "Was it one of the rogues?" He asked, his eyes curious. "Er, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to, of course." He stopped talking and set about cleaning away the blood and dirt from the wound. Once finished, he glanced around for a moment. There was a rather widespread clump of dock that stretched across the border a few foxlengths away. He bounded over, nipped off a few leaves, and returned to Mottledfrost's side to make a poultice for the injury.
Within a matter of minutes, he had the wound patched up and bound expertly with cobwebs. "Can't tell you how many times I had this same wound." He chuckled. "More times then I can count on both paws!" He wiggled the toes on one forepaw, plucking a bit of grass from under his claws.
"There, that should be good." He mewed, satisfied. After a moment of hesitation, he added, "If any of your apprentices show interest in being a medicine cat, I can train them in the basic stuff like this. I don't know much more, but it's better than nothing. Just an option to keep open if you'd like." The slim tom's eyes glittered for a moment; he was probably closer to FernClan than any of their other allies. The reason was widely known, though not many cats liked to talk about. The truth was, the tom was half-Clan. His mother had been a loner who'd moved in to BreezeClan, his father a FernClan tom who'd fathered the kits before she'd chosen a Clan. His ears twitched slightly at these memories.
(His parents are both dead now, though. But he might have kin in FernClan. I think FC was going to be my second Clan, so I might have like a cousin of his or something. Idk.)
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Post by Crewe on May 8, 2012 20:00:29 GMT
"Yes, I have business to attend to with Starlingstar soon; a meeting with Aspenstar will have to wait," Mottledfrost says, flicking her tail.
Hopefully, I won't be the one to meet with any leaders soon. Owlstar will be able to attend to that.
The she-cat's ears flicker slightly as she thinks, but says nothing. The fewer cats embroiled in FernClan's business, the better, though she was fairly certain Fleetwhisker could be trusted; his father had been a fine warrior. Wincing slightly as he presses and binds the poultice to her injury, Mottledfrost sniffs at it, then nods in satisfaction. She smiles in amusement at the tom, and dips her head.
"My thanks again, Fleetwhisker; I will keep your offer in mind, should FernClan gain any apprentices," she says, whiskers twitching once.
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