Originally Posted by Moonfur (Post 119363) "I know, I know, Could you get me some wet moss please?" She asked. Her fur was raised as she quickly grabbed some poppy seeds. "Eat these," She sorted threw more herbs. "Borage leaves would maybe work, Feverfew would be best, I don't know how borage would effect him." She grabbed some Feverfew out of a small pile, and nudged them to Slash. Shadow chewed up the marigold and placed it on the wound, and rapped it in the cobwebs. Once she was done, she sat back to look at her work. "Stay here for a few days so I can see how its working. Pastelle, could you go get him a mouse or something? He needs to eat." She said with a final mew/\.

Originally Posted by Moonfur (Post 119363) "I know, I know, Could you get me some wet moss please?" She asked. Her fur was raised as she quickly grabbed some poppy seeds. "Eat these," She sorted threw more herbs. "Borage leaves would maybe work, Feverfew would be best, I don't know how borage would effect him." She grabbed some Feverfew out of a small pile, and nudged them to Slash. Shadow chewed up the marigold and placed it on the wound, and rapped it in the cobwebs. Once she was done, she sat back to look at her work. "Stay here for a few days so I can see how its working. Pastelle, could you go get him a mouse or something? He needs to eat." She said with a final mew/\.

Originally Posted by FoxyFanGirl (Post 119603) Slash nodded and lapped up the herbs, wincing at their taste. "I'm not leaving anytime soon," he murmured. He glanced at Ash when she came in. "Infected wound," he grunted. "Never should've tried to fight any cat in the first place." @Broken Shadow He flinched as pain pulsed through him again and moaned, his breathing more like short sharp gasps of pain.

Originally Posted by Broken Shadows (Post 119757) "What cat?" Ash asked pricking her ears. She fluffed out her short gray fur as a gust of wind blew through the den.

Originally Posted by FoxyFanGirl (Post 120147) "Doesn't matter," Slash grunted, then added quietly, "Never should've tried to kill any cat either." He moaned again, more out of shame and despair than pain. "I've made so many cats unhappy. I attacked Zia, I killed Pastelle's mother, I-I killed so many cats!" He glanced at his paws. "I'm trying not to kill anymore, but it's so HARD. Something is telling me to... but I don't want to listen..." He spilled out all his secrets and despairs to Ash, keeping his eyes on his paws, not wanting to look up to see her expression.

Originally Posted by Moonfur (Post 120431) Shadow pressed her muzzle into Slashes fur, "Don't worry, its were you grew up. I had my.." She looked over at Ash and cleared her throat. "Run-ins if you could say," She mewed. Shadow looked down a The toms bedding, she messed around with it, pushing more moss over to Slash's body. "Ash, you are here because...?" She asked, not looking back at Ash. Shadow sat down and groomed her fur, witch was growing very dull. Her blue eyes gazed at her paw, witch she licked and swiped over her ear.

Originally Posted by Broken Shadows (Post 120437) "Dark? No. I'm here to ask you if there was anyway I could switch over to being a fighter." She said coldly.

Pastelle nodded when Shadow ordered her to get some prey. It was so strange, taking orders from an inferior. She almost was tempted to retaliate back, but what was the point? She’d probably do the same if Slash asked her to, and he most likely did need some prey for his empty stomach.
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By the time she came back, with energized legs and a limp skinny squirrel hanging from her jaws, the molly scented another she-cat staying close to the bunch. Under further inspection, Pastelle realized what her name was, and that she was Shadow’s friend, or companion healer, or something of the sort. Ash. What a common, run-of-the-mill name. The tortoiseshell dropped the squirrel in front of Slash and listened to the other molly’s comment. Isn’t the transfer from a healer to a fighter nearly impossible though? Assuming that Ash is a healer. Because being a healer is so lesser in rank, and it’d take time to move up.

And then another cat spoke up- Aldrin, someone that she’d seen at some point in her life. What was he doing in the healer’s den? Was he getting healed too? Or was he just musing around for the fun of it? Pastelle had little to do with the fighter, so she decided to ignore him for the time being. In fact, she was just sitting and peering around from cat to cat.