| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active
Eyes narrowed with suspicion as she watched her patient leave the den, the lithe calico's large ears perked up in surprise, another feline already waiting for her services. Outside of emergencies involving mouse-brained patrols or ambushes, there was rarely a moment in which the spotted lass had to see so many warriors one right after the other. This one wasn't as obviously injured as the first warrior... but she didn't like the look on his face. He seemed off. Not all there. In fact, he reminded her of her time spent observing Scalescar. Of the blank confusion he sported on his face whenever his memory was being particularly difficult that day. That alone was already a bad sign. Based on her education and experience, there was no helping memories lost. They simply came back of their own volition... or didn't. It varied from cat to cat.
"You alright there, Pumpkinspiral?" the medicine cat asked, her distrusting glare turning a bit softer as curiosity overtook her.
Lightningstorm's first instinct was to stand up and head his way, but she stood her ground, remaining where she sat instead. There were many a way an injured or confused cat could react, and in WindClan, even those who weren't confused or injured would just as gladly take a chunk out of their healers. The wiry framed she-cat was not about to take a risk on one who would actually have a valid reason to go for a killing blow against her if he had no idea who she was. Of course, it was all conjecture. She hadn't even spoken to the tom. But she liked to think that in her sixteen moons of life she had learned enough and excelled enough in her job to be able to make educated guesses at first sight. There had been a reason why she had called the tom by an incorrect name as it was. She would have her answers soon enough.
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Indy [Pumpkinpatch]