[P] Angel's Plight.

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BLUEBELLPAW

She never meant to travel so far. Really. Later, she would claim it was grief. A state of dullness, of emptiness. She really didn't know why she had managed to get out there, she sweared.

Everyone was leaving her. Everyone was always leaving her. Her ma, her da, her sister, Slatewhisker, Bitterbelly, Antlerstreak. Everyone.

Was she really destined to be alone forever? It didn't seem to out of place now. All she had was Lilycreek, Kestrelpaw, and Gingerfrost. Kestrelpaw was so fiery and ready to protect everyone around her, but she was hotheaded and didn't have a regard for her own safety. Lilycreek was always busy, and Uncle Gingerfrost... she had an unwanted feeling that he didn't really feel comfortable around her. A squirming, aching, wriggling feeling that she desperately wanted to get rid of.

So what was calling her out here? Why was she here? Bluebellpaw liked to think she wasn't a reckless girl, so what had prompted her fleeing camp?

It wasn't sorrow. It wasn't grief.

It was the cat in front of her. A black tom, with green eyes, so like her aunt's.

Bitterbelly.

"Bluebellpaw," he murmured warmly, as if she were the last cat in the forest, as if she were the only one who was his friend.

Maybe she was. The tom was prickly and
irascible and angry all the time. But he was often kind to her and her alone, like she was the only exception he would ever make.

Maybe she was.

"Bitter...belly." she hesitated. She liked him, and he was her friend, but she didn't really know how to feel about the tom. He made fun of her other friends, their clanmates, and everything in between. Anything that had a mind and a voice had subjected to Bitterbelly's often unkind words, and it made Bluebellpaw rather upset sometimes. But he swore each time he wouldn't do it.

Ha. Like hell.

"What do you need?" She said cautiously. She should have stayed in bed. God, she should have stayed in bed.Botterbelly gave a small frown, as if ticked by her behavior. "You're not going to ask how I am? Weren't you worried?"

Not in the slightest, she wanted to say. We may have been friends, but I barely knew you. You made my life hell in those weeks you were around. "...how are you?" She relented, albeit reluctantly. At her words, Bitterbelly seemed to glow, like she offered to destroy the world for him. What a sad creature he was. "Sad," he admitted coyly, with a fake air of rue. "I thought you would've tried to find me."

You disappeared off the face of the planet for all I knew. What the hell was I supposed to do?

"...You know I couldn't. It's not like you told me where you were going." At this, Bitterbelly's expression darkened.

"I thought you would come." He insisted, scowling, before his expression pulled itself into something sweeter. She shivered. That was unnatural. There was no way he was a cat. No cat acted like that.

"But that's okay," he said, moving forward. "You're here now." She moved back a little, but he reached forward to grab her. His paws gripped her forearms, and she froze. Suddenly, she felt like Birdpaw, and the cat in front of her was Beastgrowl. She squirmed in his grasp, but he held firm. Her eyes widened, staring, unable to focus on anything but the cat in front of her.

"Its okay," he said, eyes widened, his sweet expression curling into something crazed. "Its okay, because now we can be together again, Cherryfall."

There was no way this was a cat. No way no way no way. This delusional asshole. Her breathing quickened into silent gasps for air, and his grip on her forearms tightened. "We can be okay again," he swore, a crazy grin on his face. "We cam be okay again."

She tore her arms from his, holding them close. There was no way he was her friend, no way no way no way. This wasn't a cat.

She had befriended a monster.

"I am not," she growled at his shocked face. "Cherryfall, and nor am I your friend. You're crazy."

He slow drew himself together, and his dark expression rose again, her insides turning to ice. "Then," he snarled. "You're dead to me."

And that was the last thing she heard before he lunged at her and swiped at her head.

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Where was she? It was dark, a lot darker than before. What had happened? She didn't remember, only some cat swiping at her head, and then she fell over.

Her head in question, hurt like hell. She groaned, and reached up to touch it. Something warm touched it, and she reached her paw back down to stare at it, red straining the fur. She gave a low whine of pain.

I must have hit my head, she realized, and looked around. Next to her was a rock that was sticking up from the ground a little. It had a splotch of red, which ended her investigation. Damn.

She tried to get up. Home. She needed to get home. Where was home? She didn't remember which way she had come from. Home.. River...clan? She remembered faces and names, but not where home was.

What had she been doing out here anyways? And who was the one that pushed her? An enemy? A trespasser? She drew a blank, but she knew one thing.

She was utterly alone out here. And unless she found her way home, she might as well be dead.

[ @Estelle - I'll leave this here for you ]

[Estelle]

Well, this certainly wasn't useful. Tsk tsk tsk. The feline watched the little scrap of fur carefully, frankly unwilling to touch the red stains on her body. But alas; this was her job... In the Syndicate. But Sweets had developed a liking for this herb business. And, sky forbid, she couldn't pass up a chance to learn, now could she?
"Hey, wake up."
Prodding the overgrown kitten, Sweets grimaced when it hardly stirred. Blurgh. Kids these days, such lazy asses. The lanky feline rolled their eyes. They couldn't give poppy seeds to someone who's sleeping -- guess the poor soul would have to do without (and quite lucky for poor Bluebellpaw, for Sweets had yet to learn the subtle difference between poppy seeds and foxglove seeds).

Anyway, Sweets had to get this one healed, hm? The one thing the feline did know is that booboos needed to be kept clean. But, ah, she'd so hate to dirty her tongue with cleaning another's wound. She needed an alternative. With frankly nothing on her, Sweets began looking around, until she noted a small patch of moss. Hm hm hm? Moss had such a cute ability to suck up water, certainly, it would do the same with blood - a liquid, right? Time to find out! Humming to themselves, Sweets gathered up a little bit of moss.

Returning to the poor child (yuck), Sweets used the clump of moss to pad the apprentice's head. It did quite a wonderful job of clearing away some blood, yes, that looked much better. Now what could she do next? Sweets hummed, dropping the icky blood-filled moss and began padding around a little, seemingly unbothered by the passed-out cat. They needed something... Something to put on the wound, of course! Why, she'd gotten her face stuck in this sticky stuff before, wouldn't it be wonderful to have that now. They could strap a clump of moss to the thing's head that way. But first! Something to help it heal, yes? Anything would work, certainly. Not dust or stones, of course, but perhaps some random plant? Ah well, she couldn't have everything, not in this stony weird area.

Sweets shrugged, opting to find some of that sticky stuff and more moss instead. Last time it had been attached between two branches, which is where Sweets looked, sniffing out the area for any odd smells (after all, how should she know if it smelled like anything). It took them a while before... Oh dear! They almost walked straight into it again. Tsk Tsk Tsk. But at least it was found; gathering it on a stray stick, Sweets returned to the rocky area, where they easily found some (albeit old) moss. Carefully placing the moss on the cats' head, they carefully wrapped the sticky stuff (cobwebs, but how should she know the name) around it. Now, wasn't that a job cleanly done? It looked positively good! Sweets hummed again in triumph. Hm. Maybe they'd do this cat a favour and gather some poppy seeds later.

Later, of course, it looked like she took quite the hit to the head and Sweets doubted that was any good. She just had to wait until this one woke up, like a good doctor, then give her something random and voilà.


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[sol.]

BLUEBELLPAW

It was cold. With her eyes still half-closed, Bluebellpaw determined she didn't like it out in the open. Too cold, too foreign, too unlike home.

But she didn't even know where home was. How would she know what her home was like? Maybe home was just as cold as this, and she wanted to get away. Maybe that's why she was out here by herself.

But she wasn't alone. At least, she wasn't before. Someone had been with her, in this foreign, open area. A tom. She didn't know who... but if she squinted and concentrated hard enough, she could make out a large outline against the dark lined sky. A black-furred tom. With... blue? No, green eyes. Green, like someone she knew. Someone important to her? Maybe- why else would she remember?

She felt something prod her, and she flinched away a little. This deja vu.. where had she felt this before? She felt silly; she was probably prodded a lot before, since she felt so lazy and tired at the moment. Was she always like this? This... lethargic and slow? She didn't feel or hear anything after that, so maybe she was hallucinating...

Was she dying? She acutely felt the stinging pain in the back of her head, like someone had bashed a rock on her head (which she assumed wasn't too far from the truth). Had she done something to deserve this? Was she a bad cat? She didn't understand how a body this slow could be a bad cat; or maybe everyone didn't like her because she was so slow. Bluebellpaw really didn't know.

At least she remembered her own name.

Suddenly, she felt something press into the back of her head. Her heart leapt. She hadn't heard anything; who was that? She begged her claws to move, to scratch, to get away. She didn't know how this was- what were they doing to her? What if they tried to kill her? The pain that the thing pressed to her head brought nearly made her scream- a sharp, stinging, smack to the face. Or, more accurately, a recurring hellstorm in the form of a head injury.

She tried to wriggle away. She didn't like the way it pressed into her head. It hurt- she wanted it to stop. But her muscles gave out anyway, and she stilled. She forced herself to breathe, and calm down. The mysterious figure wasn't doing anything to hurt her (at least, she didn't think so), so Bluebellpaw kept still.

The process of her staying extremely still lasted for some moments while the mysterious stranger plastered something on her head. It was prickly, but soft... something like moss. Maybe it was moss. Something was holding in place, but she didn't know what. She gently tilted her head up, testing her neck.

The stranger was of course, someone she didn't recognize. Bluebellpaw didn't know why they were out here (why would she know anyway?).

"Uh.. thank.. you, miss."

[ @Estelle ]

[Estelle]

She liked to wiggle this one, making the application of the moss and cobweb all the harder. Still, Sweets managed eventually and she'd done a mighty fine job if you asked her. It looked neat, clean and nice and the bleeding (it seemed) was gradually stopping. Well the moss was still soaking it up like water, which couldn't be good, but alas. He expertise only went so far. She'd have to try and find something that actually stops bleeding -- this one surely just lucked out. Oh well. Sweets shrugged and padded off, findings some damp grass to clean her paws with. And, oh! the dirty blood-stained moss she used to clean the child's head. Yuck. Promptly Sweets armed herself with a stick, using it to poke the dirty old moss away. Poke, Poke, Poke! There, all nice in a corner where she can't see it. But boy does she smell it. Sweets' nose crinkled in disdain. This kid better be grateful for her help.

From there time dragged on, and on, and on. And nothing was really happening. Her patient is out cold and Sweets could do nothing about it but wait. It is boring, truly, but alas - the life of a healer be so. She sigh, oh so dramatically, feeling utterly defeated when, suddenly, something stirred. With a jump she is back upright looking around only to find it is her patient! Tsk Tsk Tsk, Sweets sounded as she saw Bluebellpaw moving, not pleased to see her shaking her head.
"You better not move, darling, you took quite the hit to your head."
Surely moving after such a hit couldn't be good, right? Well if this one refused to listen, then she'd surely see the consequences. ...So maybe she shouldn't have said anything. Oops. But oh well, so be it. Sweets rolled her eyes the moment she turns her back on Bluebellpaw for a moment.

"Does it hurt anywhere?"
Turning back, Sweets posed the question with a sweet smile, carefully approaching the feline. She studied the child's expressions and movements, acting as though she were a professional.
"What's your name?"
Not that she cared, but it fit the act.


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[sol.]

BLUEBELL...?

Oooh, the world was spinning. She was pretty sure the world wasn't supposed to spin like this. God, that hurt. She pressed her paws into her eyes, trying to block any light that would make her spin. Ugh, why was it spinning in the dark as well? She nearly groaned out loud. Stop spinning, she wanted to command, but the mere thought of opening her mouth made her want to flop on the floor again and just sleep for the next couple hundred years. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan- if it weren't for the fact that she was being watched by someone.

The cat had called her 'darling', like she was someone that cared about her. Maybe? It wasn't like she remembered anyone's names, but maybe she knew the healer before her accident with that dumb rock.

Who pushed her, anyway? A black tom with green eyes was the only thing she had to go off of, which was not as productive as she wanted. She pressed herself for details, even as her mind sparked in agony. What had she done to be pushed into a rock?

"Uh, no," she said, trying to see if there was anywhere else that hurt. Nothing else, which meant if must have been a clean fall. Whatever pushed her must have used a lot of force for her only to injure her head. Speaking of which, the pain of her injury burned her scalp. When she tried to touch it against better judgement, she recoiled. She felt something odd on her skin. Peering at her shoulder, she blinked at something that looked like an old scar. A bit mark, in the junction of her neck and shoulder. Damn. There were some feathered edges, but more jagged and cleaner ones, like something had caught her at an angle and then she had fought hard to get away.


The cat in front of her asked her for her name, which made her scrunch her brow. Her name... hadn't she just thought of it? Bluebell... something. Was there something after it? It was on the tip of her tongue...nope. Nothing. Nada.

"Bluebell... what's yours?"

[ @Estelle ]

[Estelle]

With how long the big little kitten remained just looking around in a daze, Sweets had enough time to look around the surrounding area. Not too far, of course, they had to keep an eye on the baby. But drifting off a little never hurt anyone -- and it proved fruitful. Having found a little puddle, Sweets prepared a ball of moss soaked in water for the child to drink and looked around for some poppy seeds against the pain. That search proved pointless, but so be it, better luck next time the lanky feline decided. It wasn't she who was hurting anyway, but someone else. Se wouldn't want to be the kid right now... Or ever.

"Good, good."
Sweets hummed when the kid said nothing else hurt; good for her, Sweets hadn't anything against the pain anyway... Well they could always try one of the flowers Haven told them about before. Hm hm hm, they'd just need to find some. When Sweets finally looked over their shoulder again, a paw pushing the wet ball of moss towards them, they were displeased to find the kid touching her neat work. Well, it seemed she quickly realised her mistake, at which Sweets held back an eye roll. How daft could one get?

"Drink."
She mew, gesturing towards the wet moss, now beside the kid. Bluebell's the name, is it? Sweets hummed a little in response, considering whether they should give their own name or not. It was kind of fun being an all-mysterious charlatan. But with how clueless this one looked, Sweets risked being stuck with her for a while -- what, she could hardly leave such a lost patient behind.
"Sweets."
After some purposeful silence, the feline finally replied in a sing-songy voice, honestly kind of enjoying this little game. They waited for the child to drink something, it seemed important after all, only speaking when that moss ball turned a little less wet. Time to see if this one is truly as clueless as she looked, the poor child.
"Any memory of where you come from, or how this happened?"


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[sol.]

BLUEBELL

The molly in front of her placed a moss ball in from of her, the thing leaving an unnaturally dark stain on the forest ground. Water. Her mouth suddenly seemed cracked dry, her throat sandpaper, and she immediately saw the attractiveness of the thing, and knew the limited time before the liquid leaked out and claimed home in the earthy floor.

"Thank you." She said a little hoarsely. She picked up the ball with her teeth, cupping her hands underneath it to try and catch as many drops before they fell, and drank as much as she could from the ball. The scratchy moss was cutting into her lips, but she ignored them, letting the clear liquid run into her mouth and soothe her throat. She licked her lips, setting aside the now-dry wad of moss, and then lapped up the remaining drops that had fallen to her paws.

Sweets, she called herself in a singsong tone. Aptly named, Bluebell thought. Too aptly named- surely one with a tone as sweet as this one was slightly rotten on the inside.

But the kitten was not given enough time to ponder this potential paradox, and looked up again. "Not... really." She said. Why was her voice still hoarse? It hasn't itchy anymore; she just really needed to cough. Bleck. "I think... I got pushed by someone. I don't remember home." Home. That was odd. She would've thought that she'd remember a place like home. "Uhm- sorry. I don't remember much of anything."

[ @Estelle ]