| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active
Prey in maw, Lightningstorm's eyes had a small spark to them, her countenance livelier than it had been since Cowtuft's exile. The fresh air had done her some good, she supposed... as well as the company. It had been refreshing to be in the company of a cat who seemed to be every bit as disappointed in the clan as she was... and who didn't also want to feed her to badgers. Fun as Leechscar was, the possibility was always in the back of her mind as far as the leader's son went. Her mood was elated enough that she was even looking forward to doling out patrols next. She felt energized enough to maybe lead one herself. A small grin crossed her lips at the thoughts, covered by the prey. She might just bully Words to accompanying her on a second patrol for the day, even. The she-cat certainly seemed like she'd been wanting things to do.
Unfortunately for the lithe calico, her good mood wouldn't last. Even before she could spot the gray tom she sought, the metallic tinge of blood met her nostrils, not even the scent of fresh prey being enough to diminish it. Almond gaze growing round, the oriental mix gazed around frantically for the source, eyes soon landing on Batglare and his returning patrol. Blast! Of course this would happen. She leaves for a moment to hunt some prey for the clan and she somehow gets three new patients in the process. And she hadn't sent out for herbs, either. Her storage had gotten depleted with the mink attack, and she had gotten interrupted on her way to send out for more herbs for some hunting. A part of her wanted to blame Fallownose for this. Wonder if he had somehow plotted this to make her job that much harder. Her life that much more difficult to keep. The thought was soon shaken away, however, knowing full well the deputy had simply needed help getting the prey pile full, considering WindClan's warriors were so keen to dissatisfy they couldn't even maintain their bloody food stores filled.
Prey on the ground and forgotten, Lightningstorm rushed towards the trio, large ears flat on her skull as she assessed their injuries. The heavy scent of musk soon intermingling with that of blood, the medicine cat found herself taking in a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as realization settled in. The minks. The bloody minks.
Again. They had already battered down her supplies once, and it seemed they were keen on it again. Darkness and stars... you'd think StarClan would have sent her a message on how to deal with these bloody fiends by now, wouldn't you? Perhaps she should head out on her own... Go to the StarCave and demand some answers before things got any worse.
"You three got the reek of bloody minks on you. Where were you lot sent? I need to send out for herbs to treat you, and I can't go sending more cats to get battered bloody like you you did," she mewed, wasting to time on pleasantries. The felines' injuries weren't deadly. They would live... hopefully. Thundersnow in particular was sporting some mighty horrid looking gashes in that leg of his, though, and it worried her.
Still, there was no time for polite and idle chitchat when she was on the job. She wasn't soft and mild mannered. That had always been Cowtuft's own, special brand of caring. And look where it had gotten him. She just needed to heal them. Save them. Do the best she could. They could keep on hating her once she was done bandaging their wounds. Once she got her responses, she would bound off and send for patrols. And StarClan save the bloody feather-brains that dared let her down this time around.
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Lillith [Fallownose] | @
Moonraven [Batglare] | @
Marigoldwhisper [Thundersnow] | @
ChaosBringer. [Whisperingpaw] | @
wendigo [Maplepaw]