| Lightningstorm |
22 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
At the leader's initial reaction, Lightningstorm was instantly nodding her head in agreement. Because really, how could a clan cat function if they couldn't even stomach the sight of blood? It made absolutely no sense. Of course, this paled in comparison to what Twilightstar said next, the blood running cold inside the healer's veins as storms brewed within her eyes. Sunpaw had... killed an outsider? In a fit of rage? Just... beat them to death? The cat that had somehow not been able to stomach the sight of blood had done such a thing?!
She felt a momentary doubt elapse over her. Could she have been wrong? Had he lied? He had seemed earnest enough, and memory was the only thing she seemed to have any problems with. Putting names to faces... a problem that she had already solved without hassle as it was. Frowning, she opened her maw, about to question the leader further when she heard her name being called out, large ears perking up with curiosity as she turned her gaze towards the den's entrance.
"Curious," she mewed, whiskers twitching before turning to the leader with an apologetic look in her eyes.
"I know the conversation isn't over, but it looks like WindClan just can't get enough of this lovely face of mine. Sounds like Batglare, though, and he's not the type to call on a whim. Must be important."
Without another word, the herbalist turned around, exiting the den as gracefully as she had entered. It appeared a small crowd had begun to form around Batglare, however, and Lightningstorm quirked a brow. Moving through the assembled cats, she took note of Spottedpaw's usual disdain alongside of her young daughter - self proclaimed, really, but she didn't mind in the slightest - standing by the fringes of the crowd, being admonished by a warrior she'd already had odd interactions with - having the herbs she had just described to a patrol repeated back to the patrol leader as if it was new information the cat was offering was definitely among the stranger conversations she'd bore witness to of late - for... putting her nose in matters that did not involve her? This... did not sit well with the medicine cat, and with a frown, she approached the two, delicate paws changing direction momentarily, if only to make sure Littlekit did not get the wrong impression from this exchange. Because telling a kit to not put her nose in matters that did not involve her when it was clear that this was a clan matter? Perhaps there were better ways of steering a kit away from danger. Namely a kit that she just happened to feel extremely overprotective over.
"Littlekit, love. Everything alright here? Come now, you know better than to talk to strangers. What say you go get your momma Firestorm and stay there with her? It's not that this doesn't concern you, alright? This is your clan, my little beetle. Everything that happens here concerns you as much as it does any other cat. But this momma is going to be a little busy now, and she can't keep you safe from strangers. You understand, don't you?" the spotted molly spoke, her voice softer and kinder than it normally was, the tone she reserved for kits more pronounced. A compulsion she couldn't quite fight against whenever she was around the young kits that had been there when it had all faded to darkness.
Firestorm's form had already been exiting the nursery, regardless. The tabby was a good queen, always caring for the little ones. Littlekit was just... well... if she were to believe the she-kit, Lightningstorm would almost be tempted to say she took after her. A small purr of amusement escaped her as she offered a wink at the pretty molly before it reached her. It hit her before she saw it. The scent. She should have taken note of it, but her daughter - wait... no... her pretend daughter - had distracted her from
it. From the sickly sweetness that wafted from Batglare's direction.
Her vision was twisting. Blurry. Distorted. The commander's form warped into a dark, malevolent shadow that loomed over the dead body with a feral grin, red poison dripping from its fangs like blood. The body on the ground was... not right. Familiar. It's black and white shape unmoving. Heterochromatic eyes gazing emptily at her until its lips moved, the voice one she had only heard in dreams before.
I'm. Sorry... Little. Lily...
"T-Tufty?"
The nickname left her in a soft whisper, no louder than the breeze. Leaving her breathless. Dazed. Confused. Uncertainty gripping her as a flash of burning pain took over her head, forcing her to close her eyes. To will the emotions that threatened to consume her away. That vile mix of hatred, paranoia, and heartbreak that left no room for light. Oh stars... was this what she had lost? Was this had had gone away? Forced into the darkness? If so, she wanted no part of it. There was no curiosity that was worth this torment. No truth that could make this burden a prize to covet.
Enough!
The voice that hissed the emotions away was hers... yet not hers as well. Adding to the confusion if only momentarily before it was all gone. Her headache lifted, the memories that had threatened to spill becoming a jumbled mess that soon faded back to the obscurity they had clawed their way from. Opening her eyes, she saw him. Batglare. Standing sternly besides...
"Sunpaw..."
There was a level of bitterness in her voice as she recognized the feline in question, and she couldn't help but shake her head. What were the odds that the cat her and the leader had just been in conference about had died to... deathberries? Where the bloody hell had he gotten those? There were none in WindClan territory that she could remember. But there was no mistaking that scent. No ignoring the danger they posed.
With surgical precision, the medicine cat studied the tom's physique. More protocol than anything, really. This former warrior was long gone. Off to the Dark Forest, if his murderous tendencies were anything to go by. But then... what did she know? Link to StarClan she might be, she was only one feline, and stars knew the ancestors worked in strange, convoluted ways. Content with her findings that the tom had evidently not been forced in any way to eat these by anyone - his body clean of any wound or injury - she turned her gaze to the fury, lapis hues unflinching on yellow as she got down to business.
"He's still warm. Recently passed. I take it he ate the berries as he arrived?" she asked, the positioning of the tom at the entrance leaving little question as to the fact that he had most likely found the berries outside. The problem was finding just how far this outside the walls of the camp was. Sunpaw was by far not the only moron this clan had to contend with if her recent experiences were anything to go by. Much as she wasn't a fan of thinking ill of the dead... well... Her recent knowledge - recent as in a few minutes before now - that the tom had brutally beat up a young cat to death in the territory had her less inclined to be empathetic to the fallen apprentice as she would have been otherwise.
"Have there been any reports on deathberries growing anywhere on WindClan? If not, I'd like a patrol sent over to scout the territory and make sure before anyone else is sent out. I don't want that poison anywhere close to WindClan's camp for... obvious reasons... No one should come close to the body, either. I'll need to make sure there isn't any poison on it so it can be safely transported for burial," she stated matter-of-factly, her gaze falling back on the fallen tom as she began making a small list of herbs to gather from her den to handle the body. Momentarily considering getting Rabbitpaw, she decided against it. The tom was already in mourning, and this was a dangerous corpse to move. She wasn't about to lose her new apprentice to an unfortunate rookie mistake.
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Moonraven [Twilightstar - Batglare] | @
Dark [Firestorm] | @
SuspiciousMindz [Littlekit]
| Firestorm mild powerplay approved by Dark! Only mentioning those Lightningstorm directly spoke to as to not do mass mentions and bother everyone.
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