The low, guttural snarls of a dog was what had drawn Lark here. Was she stupid for it? Yes. Was her stupidity going to stop her from poking around? Nope.
Crikey, she was going to throw up. Her vision was blurring no matter how much she squinted. Crikey? Where had she picked that up? Surely the young lad she had had a brief run-in with hadn't rubbed off on her so quickly. Or maybe it was just that her head was pounding, and her throat was too dry, and thinking felt like too much extra work. Lark gags as the wind buffets her fur, howling for all it's worth. This was actually one of her worst ideas ever. Ingesting poison right before leaving her lair. She'd always seemed to take deathberries well - and because the effects of that had worn off a few hours after dawn, Lark had decided to get cocky and brave the nightmare that was... well, nightshade.
Bleeding burning skies, did she regret that choice now. Her stomach was doing flip upon flip, threatening to empty. The marigold she'd collected earlier and woven into her fur smelled atrocious. Usually, Lark didn't mind the smell - frankly, she liked having something around that she was used to. Right now, the scent of it was overpowering. And she'd called herself a Medicine Cat once? HA! Okay, that hadn't really been that funny, her head was hurting.
Crouched behind a frond of ferns, Lark squints, pupils narrowed to slits as she watches a ridiculously large dog frolicking in the shallows of the lake, it's upwalker not too far away, chattering away at something in its paw. Whatever, she didn't care about the upwalker - they were lazy and slow, though sometimes disasterous. Didn't think about what plants they crushed underfoot, much like dogs. The list could go on.
Her stomach does another unsettling flip as she eyes the unruly dog, not out of nervousness, but because she can feel the bile crawling up her throat. She's going to throw up any sec— ah. Shuffling away from the unfortunate accident painting the green grass... not so green, Lark grimaced slightly as her tongue darted out to lick her chops. Yeah, she needed water more than ever now, at the very least to clean out the sour taste in her mouth. No dog or poisoning or little upwalker was going to stop her.
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Inferno, the revengeful Rogue
He/Him
Perhaps it was curiosity, foolishness, or a familiar and distant smell of something burning, that brought Inferno here...
He wasn't usually leaving his territory, his small den of ashes, branches and leafs, he only did it for food... Which last time finished with quite an unusual encounter... Or to hunt down and scout the borders of ThunderClan. But today he decided to leave his 'comfort' for a little bit of adventure in the wilderness.
After all, the heavily burned tom could chase away any unwanted visitor when he came back if he wanted, didn't he? Something who spat at death's face wasn't easily scared of something when he knew what it felt like... Almost...
Thus, here he was, in a place where Twolegs and dogs roamed here and there in the middle of a slice of forest, not far from a lake... It was a somewhat beautiful place.
Eyeing a particular dog he certainly wanted to avoid, as he wasn't a fool, he suddenly heard some... Very particular noises he knew all too well. Followed by the particular smell of vomit.
Well, that certainly didn't smelled like roses... And even with a half burned smell, he could still detect it... Looking around with his fiery blue eyes, the tom approximatively pinpointed the location, and padded over there, on guard.
Could be another dog after all... Or a twoleg... Or a cat. Who knew.
Using his smell, he precisely this time directed himself to the source... To find a cat. In a pretty bad state if the vomit was anything to go by. And wow it was smelling marigold pretty bad... But with an undertone Inferno knew all too well.
He wasn't a pupil of a clan for nothing. And right now, he knew that the cat in front of him was a Shadowclanner. As a Thunderclanner, he would have approached the she-cat in front of him treating her like an hostile. But he had dropped his former role in fire of hatred.
Now he was just a rogue smelling like ash, maybe still slightly keeping ThunderClan's smell because of his recent excursions around the borders(without crossing them.)
"Seems like life isn't going easy on you, shadowclanner. You are pretty far from home."
Calmly and coldly stated the tom, assessing the she-cat as it was the most mundane thing he saw. Now that he looked more closely, wow she was in a bad state, even more than he initially thought.
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"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
Perhaps it was curiosity, foolishness, or a familiar and distant smell of something burning, that brought Inferno here...
He wasn't usually leaving his territory, his small den of ashes, branches and leafs, he only did it for food... Which last time finished with quite an unusual encounter... Or to hunt down and scout the borders of ThunderClan. But today he decided to leave his 'comfort' for a little bit of adventure in the wilderness.
After all, the heavily burned tom could chase away any unwanted visitor when he came back if he wanted, didn't he? Something who spat at death's face wasn't easily scared of something when he knew what it felt like... Almost...
Thus, here he was, in a place where Twolegs and dogs roamed here and there in the middle of a slice of forest, not far from a lake... It was a somewhat beautiful place.
Eyeing a particular dog he certainly wanted to avoid, as he wasn't a fool, he suddenly heard some... Very particular noises he knew all too well. Followed by the particular smell of vomit.
Well, that certainly didn't smelled like roses... And even with a half burned smell, he could still detect it... Looking around with his fiery blue eyes, the tom approximatively pinpointed the location, and padded over there, on guard.
Could be another dog after all... Or a twoleg... Or a cat. Who knew.
Using his smell, he precisely this time directed himself to the source... To find a cat. In a pretty bad state if the vomit was anything to go by. And wow it was smelling marigold pretty bad... But with an undertone Inferno knew all too well.
He wasn't a pupil of a clan for nothing. And right now, he knew that the cat in front of him was a Shadowclanner. As a Thunderclanner, he would have approached the she-cat in front of him treating her like an hostile. But he had dropped his former role in fire of hatred.
Now he was just a rogue smelling like ash, maybe still slightly keeping ThunderClan's smell because of his recent excursions around the borders(without crossing them.)
"Seems like life isn't going easy on you, shadowclanner. You are pretty far from home."
Calmly and coldly stated the tom, assessing the she-cat as it was the most mundane thing he saw. Now that he looked more closely, wow she was in a bad state, even more than he initially thought.
Okay, she'd spoken too soon. Maybe a cat would be stopping her. Which was purely a nuisance, all things considered. Ivory claws dug into the ground so Lark wouldn't react out of reflex and lunge at the stranger. It had become instinct at this point, to demolish anything that moved in her periphery. It was how she lived now, without the backing of a Clan.
"Home is subjective." Lark's voice was rough with disuse as she eyed the tom, her foggy, supposedly-blind amber gaze fixed just over his shoulder. She lifted her chin, catching the trace of ThunderClan clinging to his fur. "Besides, you're one to talk." Did he know her? She didn't recognize him, but he seemed around her age, and she had been ShadowClan's Medicine Cat for a good while. It made sense that she'd be recognized, but that recognition wouldn't go the other way around.
"You seem further from home than I do." Her back right leg was cramping again, the scar itching, and it was a struggle to keep the slurring from her words. Her tongue was tingly, no doubt another after-effect of the nightshade she had ingested. She was dehydrated on top of that, and the pounding in her head had not receded. All Lark could do was clench her jaw, mentally counting down the seconds until she could get away from this cat and reach the water she very badly needed.
Okay, she'd spoken too soon. Maybe a cat would be stopping her. Which was purely a nuisance, all things considered. Ivory claws dug into the ground so Lark wouldn't react out of reflex and lunge at the stranger. It had become instinct at this point, to demolish anything that moved in her periphery. It was how she lived now, without the backing of a Clan.
"Home is subjective." Lark's voice was rough with disuse as she eyed the tom, her foggy, supposedly-blind amber gaze fixed just over his shoulder. She lifted her chin, catching the trace of ThunderClan clinging to his fur. "Besides, you're one to talk." Did he know her? She didn't recognize him, but he seemed around her age, and she had been ShadowClan's Medicine Cat for a good while. It made sense that she'd be recognized, but that recognition wouldn't go the other way around.
"You seem further from home than I do." Her back right leg was cramping again, the scar itching, and it was a struggle to keep the slurring from her words. Her tongue was tingly, no doubt another after-effect of the nightshade she had ingested. She was dehydrated on top of that, and the pounding in her head had not receded. All Lark could do was clench her jaw, mentally counting down the seconds until she could get away from this cat and reach the water she very badly needed.
Inferno Rogue
He/Him
His face didn't fell from his cold expression, however, a gleam of annoyance appeared in his eyes.
Perhaps he should have expected that assessment from her. After all, scents were clingy like parasites.
"I dropped the title of that scum quite some time ago."
The tom then tilted his head a little, before thinking out loud.
"An outcast huh? I can't help but wonder... Perhaps... A treason? An exile?", his eyes squinted a little, "Or maybe something else entirely... Isn't it, medecine cat?"
It was rather easy to take a guess, only a few cats knew how to use herbs in clans, and usually, they were Med Cats... But that didn't explain why the state...
It was at that moment he noticed the claws dug in the ground, and an amused grin appeared on his face...
"My my my... Ready to fight the world aren't we? I don't think you would actually manage to hold your own against something in that state..."
Not like he cared anyway... Looking left and right, he quickly understood what the other cat actually wanted. Water... His eyes travelled from it to the she-cat, then from her to the dog happily enjoying it's life in a distance... His grin dropped as he looked at the poor thing in front of him... What a pity... Really...
Apparently, it wasn't only ThunderClan that have fallen that far... He sighed, before continuing with a cold and monotone voice.
"Your chances are low. Whatever you ate... You're weak. It's no secret to both of us." he looked up at the dog again, "And as soon as that dog, or another, smells you, you're done. And honnestly, with how you smell, it's surprising one didn't find you already... It's... Unexpected."
A deep sigh escaped him... Yeah... Such a pity...
"You are ready to fight the world if it means survival and accomplish your objective... It's such... A simple mentality... Have you ever heard of enduring, shadowclanner? Just look at you... Weak, smelling worse than twoleg's garbage, in front of a pool of vomit, and looking like you're about to pass out."
He looked at the space between where they were, and the water. For a second time.
"Either you're foolish, either you're too confident in yourself."
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"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
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