A Little Knick (P)

[Meadowlark]

Grayshade ; Lionstrike ))

The tortoiseshell stumbled into the den, half of her vision was slightly crimson due to the blood leaking from her left ear. It smelled slightly of sickness, but the smell of herbs and remedies was the thing that hit her like a truck. Pale green eyes staring around as she leaned against another cat who had said her name was... dang what was it? Oh yeah, Lionstrike, a pale ginger tabby who had found Meadow stumbling across their border in a blind haze. She had barely been able to scent the markers.

Meadow's heart was still beating out of her chest as her gaze fell upon another female who was coming this way now, eyes oddly calm for seeing the wound. Who was this? Where was she? The forest cat's lair? Kot would have loved to see this... she thought to herself, bringing her paw up to wipe blood from her eye. She was beginning to feel awkward that she wasn't exactly saying anything, so she changed this and mewed, "Uh... rouge... ear... knick... blood." The loner coughed out, shivering now as she begun to feel the rest of the tinier cuts and scratches all of her body. So much for adrenaline. 

(so we can just RP that she is still Meadow and not yet accepted into the clan, Lionstrike you can make something up as to why you were out there but yes, maybe after she is all stitched up we can add Spider to this to like, initiate or something)

[Lionstrike]

I was outside of camp for once when I stumbled upon the injured she-cat. I was very curious as to why a loner had been so close to the border. I had some pity for her, though, since I had been in her situation as a cat outside the clan. "Grayshade!" I called.

[Grayshade]

Grayshade froze as a cat she'd never seen before stumbled into her den, clearly disoriented and bleeding from the ear. They managed to mumble a few words, rather a weak explanation, but Grayshade hadn't much room to complain.

"Rogue?" she asked with a frown, scurrying over to the strange cat and glancing at Lionstrike. "What exactly is going on here?" She added to the stranger, "Lie down," slightly annoyed, and licked at the ear. It seemed to have been bleeding for a while--certainly enough to have obscured the stranger cat's vision. She didn't exactly want to lick her eyeball--they'd need some wet moss, and she groaned a bit at that thought.

[Meadowlark]

The loner's ears perked as the other cat began to speak, of which she quickly obeyed. Lying down in a nest made of moss with... were these feathers? Instead of circling as she normally had she plopped down, laying on her side as this strange cat who smelled of herbs and remedies began lapping at her ear. It twitched ever so slightly, a normal nerve reaction as the ear nerves were accessed. Meadow then went to explaining what had happened.

"Well, short and sweet." She started, her eyes closed now as she tried to focus on the memories of what had just happened. "I guess I must have accidentally stumbled upon someone else's kill... it wasn't even dead..."

Taking a deep, rasping breath she went to her conclusion, "ended up with me being attacked, running, and ending up blindly in this territory."

There was tension coming from this she-cat, Meadow was she guessed, too strange. Too foreign. Not to mention it was completely and utterly odd that she was even here at all.

[Lionstrike]

I could tell Grayshade was annoyed. I gave a small snort before speaking. "I was in the territory. I saw her, and I figured that we could help her since we've helped other cats before." I was really just referring to myself. I looked back at the cat I had rescued, flicking my ear.

[Grayshade]

Grayshade blinked a little--but then again, far be it from her to turn away a cat in pain. She held back a sarcastic snort and turned to her herbs--they weren't miserably low, but greenleaf had come and passed, and she really needed to stock up before the cold season began again.

She picked some cobwebs out, hopping awkwardly over to the cat as she held them, and pressed them against the cat's ear. "You have a name?" she asked as she fixed it around the room, then glanced at the queen. "Lionstrike, can you get me some wet moss? I need to wash the blood out of her eye." She frowned. "We'll see if there are any further issues with it once it's clean."

Dock. This she never liked applying. "This may sting," she warned the tortoiseshell, "but it'll work. Are you in a lot of pain right now?" She waited for an answer as she chewed up the tangy leaf, then carefully peeled up the cobwebs with a paw and spat the pulp onto the scratch. At least the blood flow was stopping. She resealed it with the cobwebs and winced sympathetically. "Okay, it's going to sting--but just stick it out. We're all better off in the long run."

[Meadowlark]

The loner stayed as still as she possibly could as the strange cat applied webs of spiders on her ear. Even the dry and sticky material hurt when applied. Stifling a mew she replied, "I go by Meadow." The tortoiseshell's eyes closed now as she let the she-cat care for her ear. Lionstrike had already left the den headed for wet moss. Mouse-dung... she hated things in her eyes. Sighing she shook the thought off and returned to listening to this medicine cat.

Now... this cat was chewing up some leaf. Afterwards Meadow could only guess that she was going to be spitting it upon her wound. Bracing herself she dug her claws into the bedding and dirt underneath, her tail flicking furiously as she attempted to keep her ear up straight. Although... it was staining to bend backwards. "Thanks... and just a few cuts and scratches... but those should be fine." The loner mewed, her pale green eyes straining to stay open as the pain began flowing through her entire ear.

"Guessing I won't be getting much of this back." She purred, adding a small sheepish smile as she flicked her quivering tail towards her knick.

[Grayshade]

"Meadow," Grayshade repeated, squinting at her eye before patting the poultice, satisfied. "You don't have to keep your eyes open if it's uncomfortable," she added as she recognized the squinting. "We really don't want them to get infected. Though I don't think they will." She chuckled a bit. "It'll scab over. Sometimes the fur grows back, and sometimes it doesn't--we'll just have to see. Either way, it shouldn't be too ugly for a scar." She'd certianly seen worse.