| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive
She could hear the sounds of shuffling and voices before her name was called, and the lithe calico was swiftly up. Yet another sleepless night for her after the stars forsaken half baked message sent to them by those whose heads were so far up in the sky she wasn't certain they really understood the living anymore. If they did, they would certainly be a bit more empathetic, she would assume. This was of course if one believed they cared, which quite frankly the younger of the WindClan healers was starting to be more and more inclined to believe was very much not the case. Twilightstar's voice was like a balm for her boredom, however, and swiftly she was up, a light call to her mentor trilled before she bounded away to meet up with the leader and... whoever this cat was.
In an instant it was clear this cat was... not okay. It was a miracle in and of itself that he at least seemed to be able to move! Never had she seen a cat look more skeleton than fur, and the closer she got the more she noticed bunches of what appeared to be bugs encrusted to his fur, big, gray and bulbous in nature. Lightningstorm had never seen such a creature, and was only convinced they were bugs instead of warts by the movement some of those bulges presented. Nothing was as astounding, however, as the lack of infection in the air. The young molly would have assumed a cat looking as distraught as this one would be teeming with disease, yet despite the heavy scarring and obvious wounds suffered in time, those seemed to be long healed - or as close as some came to said state - with the feline's lack of nutrition and bug situation taking clear precedence.
The tom's words as the medicine cat approached catching her attention, the wiry framed molly tilted her head in confusion. Peach? Amber? There was only one Peach she knew of, and that was Peachfrost. As for Amber... she knew no one with that name... although she would be lying if she didn't admit to having a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she should know who this tom was speaking of. Regardless of the situation, the molly decided introductions were in order, and offering the leader a welcoming grin, she opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a yawn she quickly stifled before attempting to communicate once again.
"Awake and raring to go, Twilightstar. Fraid I'm neither Peach nor Amber, love, but I'll do what I can to help. Name's Lightningstorm, and I'm one of WindClan's medicine cats. Reckon it's alright with you if I get a bit closer and ask you some questions? Our herb stores can help, but only if I know what I am treating," the molly asked, waiting politely by the tunnel's entrance.
She had seen enough cats in bad condition to know that just because they had arrived here or been escorted here by the leader it wasn't a guarantee that they wanted to be tended to. There were neither enough herbs in their stores nor did she have the patience to waste her time. The spotted healer would of course treat a patient without question, no matter their condition... but she would not do so at the detriment of her own life. If the warrior was just as likely to attack her as they were to be treated by her, the only help she would offer was showing them to the exit and tell them to come back when they'd gotten their heads out of their arses long enough to grasp at the common sense needed to not make idiot remarks. This tom seemed to be relaxed enough despite his obvious injuries, but one could never be certain. Besides, most illnesses were much more than skin deep. She couldn't tell if the cat was emaciated due to an inability to hunt due to illness or injury
or due to a lack of hunger until she got to talk to him, now could she?
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