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Originally Posted by Lawlipop
What was a medicine cat to a clan? To their clanmates, they were respected cats of their clan. Their leader needed them and depended on them for choices about the clan. They are never required to lift a claw against danger, but are the strongest cat in the clan. Now, compare that to a healer in the dark home of the Syndicate? Are they received the same care as a medicine cat would? Would a Commander come to them to seek guidance? No, they don't. They are expected to not only deal with the Syndicate's sick and wounded, but also deal with the abuse given by their patients. In a home that advocates the pain inflicted to them, mentally or physically, it's a miracle how no cat hasn't shoved a poisonous yew down one of their throats before. The lives medicine cats and healers live, though their objective is the same, are very different. Who live stronger lives are debatable and their answer may be swayed on bias. To Rosaleen, a healer is stronger, they must have so much weight on their shoulders. She never asked to be one, but she also never asked to be born to a home that condemn the weak or anything too needy to survive on their own. She is a small little thing, only as old as 7 moons, and is training to become the Syndicate's "burdens". She wasn't happy at all by it, but what could she do to change it? Complain to Halite? Not if she didn't want her to be slashed open and left as crowfood. The feathery ginger and white molly sat outside the healer's den, watching over trainees her age, but living different paths. Two were sparring out, with claws out and hissing in the air. This was kitten's play, a Syndicate cat would say. Her ears drooped as she scanned the area more. She spotted a brown tom out by himself, looking a bit upset. Why would he be so upset? Chin up, show less weakness! she thought, her emotions and tail moving as if she said it out loud. Deciding she wanted to find out what was bothering him, she jumped up and walked over to him. "Hello! What are you up to?"
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Leafwatcher's leaf-green eyes narrowed as the healer cat approached him. Great, someone smart noticed his anxiousness. It wasn't like he knew that would happen. But, he expected to be left alone. Well, that didn't happen. But, it was fine, interaction was fine. Socialization with murderous and insane cats. Fantastic. His ears flicked as he thought. He need to be careful with what he said to cat. Who knows what role they had the clan, and if they were sane, or not. They seemed friendly, so far... so the marbled tabby didn't think they would dangerous yet. "Hmm, not much, I've been just sitting here, relaxing." Leafwatcher spoke simply, not giving anything away. Caution was the best thing to do right now. And, that was the best plan to do in the Dusk Syndicate, you never know if someone will go behind your back and betray you. Caution was always to be made. Take little risks, and try to stay alive. That's what he had learned had learned. And he didn't like the Dusk Syndicate at all. One of their cats killed his mother, just to steal him as a kit. So, you'd expect for him to not like them. Probably hate the Dusk Syndicate. Though, Leafwatcher didn't like the word very well. Hate was a harsh word.