[Gusty]

Pastelle's gaze turned down onto Slash and she flicked her ear with slight annoyance. "Oh, my name is Pastelle. Strange how you'd want to know my name, out of all things." The black-and-orange pelted cat muttered at the end. "Anyhow, being that you're so curious into knowing my information, how about yours? Who are you? A fighter?" She said. Her eyes narrowed into small slits. "Oh, and don't worry about that wound you've got there, Shadow's probably dealing with it fine." The molly's tail flicked over towards Shadow, who was most likely a healer, and probably knew how to mend wounds like those.

Unfortunately, at the healer's next words, Pastelle felt another bristling of unfriendliness passing through her spine. She didn't like to be ordered around, especially by a healer. For one, they were a lower ranking role than hunters- and even though hunters were often mistreated themselves, healers got worse treatment. After all, they literally had the job of collecting herbs and dealing with blood on an everyday basis. That was nothing useful for Syndicate life. And the lower ranked ones shouldn't order around a higher ranked one. But nonetheless, instead of pouting like she wanted to, Pastelle padded over towards the strange plant and picked up a couple of leaves using her jaw. She assumed they were an important herb, along with cobweb.

The molly padded back over, with the leaves in her mouth, and placed them by Shadow's side. She didn't know how to apply them, so she simply stayed out of the healing and watched. But then something occurred to her, and with the prickling of her paws, the realization happened. A new cat was here.

The patched-pelted she-cat stood for a moment, observing her. It was the petite figure she'd scented just moments ago, still reeking of clan scent. Her body tensed even more. How in the world was everyone so calm right now- well, disincluding Slash- but still? That was a clan feline; she should not be here; she should not be on the territory trying to help out! By this point the molly was extreamly aggitated and wanted to leave, but not quite yet.