[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by fenic!

Hamlet had been busy with a strange influx of patients ever since Renn had disappeared- there were no restrictions on going to the clans, and the leaders then had seemed to be much more ruthless than they were now. Thankfully, cats had been getting injured less and less thanks to Halite restoring balance to the Dusk Syndicate, but he still felt slightly overwhelmed- though having his sister back made him feel quite better than he normally did. If only Bella' knew how to make all these patients disappear! He thought to himself, smiling quietly as the tom continued to sort herbs. However, his quiet didn't last for too long, and an injured trainee arrived in the den, his face dropping as the healer saw somebody so young injured already. "Oh my gosh- are you alright? We should patch that up right away!" The younger healer exclaimed as he saw Forest's bloody cheek. "We'll need some cobwebs, I guess- oh, would you keep still, also? We don't want that wound to get infected, now would we?"

Forest kept her Ebony colored head lowered, her nose pointing to the ground. She wasn't proud of her injuries, the way her father was about some of his scars. He had gotten them in noble fights, making the Clan respect him, fighting for justice, or whatever. No she had gotten this because she hadn't done exactly as she was told. There was no boasting rights to this. Only shame. She sighed, her mouth clamped firmly shut. She could feel the tears burning, struggling to be free once again, but she was able to over come the urge for the time being. She didn't want to appear weaker than she already was. She heard the young sounding cat approach her. She listened to him, but never uttered a sound. She kept her body firmly pressed in place, unmoving, perfectly still like a statue. Was every cat in this place so horrid? Did she have to be perfect all the time? Apparently so, or else injuries were inflicted upon her. She wasn't too thrilled with the thought. As she sat there though, Forest allowed her thoughts to drift away through the forest and back into the Clan territories. She thought of the Windclan moor that had been a temporary home for her. She remembered playing with her siblings in the clearing, enjoying their life without much care. Then she remembered Brindlekit. With a shuddering sigh she couldn't help but wondering how she was getting along. Hopefully she was faring better than she was. Even though Brindle had betrayed their beliefs and refused to travel with them, Forest couldn't help but still love her to some extent, she was her sister after all.