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Originally Posted by woly
I dont think you'd understand. Scars littered his own body, they were apparent on his hairless skin. Him being a healer, he was constantly bullied for his lowest rank, constantly mocked,belittled, when all he wanted to do was help others. I think I know more then you do. He didn't say anything. He wasn't a cat to be rude, he was rather kind when it came to others. "Maybe I don't." he mewed softly,sighing. He continued to lick the herbal liquid onto the toms chest, it still felt somewhat awkward seeing as usually you wouldn't groom another cat there unless you were...close.But it was his job,and he would do it right. The tom reminded him of his brother,blunt and somewhat rude, but he was always drawn to those cats, seeing as he was the exact opposite. |
Maybe he did say something wrong. But why would he care about what the other tom thought? They did just meet after all. He didn't know him, so didn't know if he was the type of cat who he would bother going through trouble just for a good opinion. Maybe it was his fault, he let it happen, not thinking before speaking, as always. He just couldn't wait to leave to think about it for a moment and continue with his duties as a fighter. He didn't respond, letting the healer do what was necessary to bring him to the best state possible- even if it was an awkward position to be in. They weren't close, so why were they so physically close? It was just Percival's job. It's what every healer did to the cats they didn't know and weren't close to. They had to care for and patch up any cats who've been harmed or gotten sick, no matter who they were. The tom's wounds ached, still wincing slightly when his wounds were touched. At least they were as gentle touches as he could get. He wouldn't want some healer he had never spoken to to open his wounds even more and make them worse, so luckily the hairless tom knew what he was doing.