Dusk Syndicate Healers' Den

[AbsurdJinx]

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy

[ @AbsurdJinx ]
A black tom walked quietly in the den, practicall hopping due to having one of their front paws pressed to their nose, which upon a closer look was bleeding rather profusely. He was unsure how the bloodflow had started, but even more uncertian how is had started, and didn't want cats to go thinking he got bashed in the nose; only one healer needed to, please and thank you. Turning his angled head, he looked around for somecat to treat it, hoping it wouldn't be someone gossipy or anything.

[ im so happy!! xx You were testing me with a nosebleed - i didnt know how to treat those so i did my research and found something to use =P ]

Rori, incapable of finding something to occupy themselves with, jumped at the opportunity to keep busy. Immediately, they glanced the tomcat over, and it didn't take them much to determine that the black tomcat was suffering of a nosebleed. His paw would surely be drowned in blood if his nose was not treated to. ``I'll be right with you,`` they chirped, lashing their tail before whipping around and retreating to the poor herb storage.

Within a matter of seconds, the gray-brown tabby healer stood before their patient with a dull green herb clamped carefully yet firmly between their jaws. Rori set the herb down before their patient. They didn't think the oh-so-mighty fighter or hunter before them would feel comfortable with them shoving an unknown herb upon them. ``I'm Rori,`` they introduced casually, ``and this is my trusty yarrow,`` they gestured to the herb on the ground using their paw. ``This is a rather simple solution to your predicament. Simply clog your nostril with the herb. It sounds as if it won't work, but believe me, it does, and it's also a healthy treatment. And I doubt you'd be interested in prancing around camp, flaunting the herb in your nose to our coldhearted group mates, so feel free to accept my invitation to stay for a while.``

[graves]

Originally Posted by Bright

The tom huffed, tail flicking in slight irritation. Why didn’t he want him to be sick? They weren’t close- Why would he care? Just so he wouldn’t have to work on him all over again? Cat’s a-are so lazy these days! He sat up, fur bristling a little, “You’re not my mother! But..” His eyes flickered to his tail wound to all the others over his body. “But I guess I have to listen,” he scoffed. Would he have to walk around camp all day with these green herbs scattered all over his body? He hoped not. That’d be pretty awkward and embarrassing. He looked out the den at the spring clearing and at the other cats who were just fine, being in the condition to be able to go out on a hunt. Stupid wounds. Stupid non-self-healing body. Stupid cats that had to get on his nerves. Might as well just stay since he wouldn’t be able to do anything but lay and breathe. Besides, he’d have to come back every day anyways. He was useless for now, not to mention it’d look awkward to be walking around to green waste sticking all over on his body. “So, uh.. I keep this on?” He motioned with his tail to the green chewed-up herbs on his chest wound.

Percival nodded to the tom,giving a soft smile and ignoring his attitude. He was rather patience with cats, it being hard to make him lose his temper on things. "Yes, I want you to get better. If you don't get better that might slow you down when fighting." he mewed,hopefully his words motivated the other cat to keep the herbs on him,guessing he didn't want to be slowed down and lose another fight. He liked helping his clanmates, and didn't give them requirements just to shoo them out of his den,but because he genuinely wanted them to get better. He bent close to the toms chest to give one last sniff,to make sure he got all of the wounds covered. "If you have trouble sleeping I'm sure I can search for some poppy seed to help you aswel." he offered. Despite his attitude, the fighter was rather growing on him in their short amount of time knowing eachother. He seemed all big and tough,though underneath there just a ..little bit of softness. he liked that.

[spade]

@fenic!

Off to the side of the clearing, the main hub of the Dusk Syndicate, a small brown feline moved quietly, brilliant blue eyes watchful and weary as she approached the center of her former home. Her sleek brown fur was still drying from her involuntary swim earlier that day, and her claws were unsheathed, digging into the muddy earth beneath her. The clearing was relatively quieter than is usually was, and the she-cat couldn't spot any form of command anywhere. Or the cat she was looking for, for that matter. Just a few members scattered about the clearing, all talking amongst themselves, two kits tumbling outside what looked like a makeshift nursery, all of which held no interest for her. The brown she-cat halted her steps, parting her jaws to draw in the air around her. Even through all this time, she knew she would catch his scent anywhere she went.

It had been moons since Bellatrix had left the Syndicate. She hadn't told anyone about her departure, not even her brother Hamlet. Never did it feel right to her to just tell him she was leaving, because she didn't want to be convinced to stay. Her mind had been made up, and she had just... left. There hadn't been much for her outside of this lifestyle though, and through all the homes she had lived in during her time away, the place she grew up kept calling her back home. When she had left, Renn had just been made the commander, and the Syndicate appeared to be on it's way to being a formidable threat, and at that time Bella had wanted nothing to do with the group anymore. It was a daily struggle that she went through with herself, of hating what the group stood for, hating that she was born with fighting abilities that made her a target for guard training later on down the road.

Now that she had returned though, Bella saw no trace of Renn or even Peach anywhere in camp. It made her a little cautious to know who had taken over in their place, but she shrugged the thought off and continued searching for her brother's scent. Picking up a faint trace of it that slowly grew stronger as she approached, the she-cat stopped outside the healer's den. Despite not having been here when he had been made a healer, she always knew that's the path Hamlet would choose. She paused outside the den, her heart pounding. What if her brother wasn't here? What if the cat in her dreams had been lying to her? It was unusual for Bella to be this stressed out or anxious - usually she just barreled forward regardless of the consequences or dangers. However something was different. Shaking her head, the brown feline pushed her way through into the Healer's den and let her eyes adjust before spotting a familiar figure. She simply ignore the others within the den as she spotted the one cat she was looking for. "Hey Hamlet. Did you miss me?" she purred softly, not letting the relief that washed over her like a wave make an appearance on her face.

[bright !]

Originally Posted by woly

Percival nodded to the tom,giving a soft smile and ignoring his attitude. He was rather patience with cats, it being hard to make him lose his temper on things. "Yes, I want you to get better. If you don't get better that might slow you down when fighting." he mewed,hopefully his words motivated the other cat to keep the herbs on him,guessing he didn't want to be slowed down and lose another fight. He liked helping his clanmates, and didn't give them requirements just to shoo them out of his den,but because he genuinely wanted them to get better. He bent close to the toms chest to give one last sniff,to make sure he got all of the wounds covered. "If you have trouble sleeping I'm sure I can search for some poppy seed to help you aswel." he offered. Despite his attitude, the fighter was rather growing on him in their short amount of time knowing eachother. He seemed all big and tough,though underneath there just a ..little bit of softness. he liked that.

Percival had a point. Zotuosy hated when another cat was right. Unlike Percival, the tom had about zero patience and zero tolerance with anyone and anything. They were like complete opposites, and he was a little glad because if he was to get a healer with a similar personality, there would’ve probably been more wounds over his body. It’s not like he’d stop fighting them either. He was like one of those dogs that once they bite, the don’t let go. You can’t stop him after he starts. And he won’t stop until success or death. That doesn’t only go for fights, either. That was something he may or may not like about the tom. “I guess so..” He mumbled. But it’s not like he wanted to walk around camp with chewed-up plants sticking all over his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a breath but pursing his lips tight to suppress a groan. “Well then I just may as well stay here, I’m pretty much useless as of now.” The tom growled. But it’s not like he wanted to stay there. No, he’d much rather go out and be some kind of use, but he was already here. What was the point in going when he won’t be doing anything? Not to mention the awkward feeling of the herbs sticking on his wounds- and if cats were to stare stare at him. He supposed it might have been partially his fault. Oh well, he’ll have to wait a painfully long time for his wounds to heal.

[Fel]

Originally Posted by Lilly

@fenic!

Off to the side of the clearing, the main hub of the Dusk Syndicate, a small brown feline moved quietly, brilliant blue eyes watchful and weary as she approached the center of her former home. Her sleek brown fur was still drying from her involuntary swim earlier that day, and her claws were unsheathed, digging into the muddy earth beneath her. The clearing was relatively quieter than is usually was, and the she-cat couldn't spot any form of command anywhere. Or the cat she was looking for, for that matter. Just a few members scattered about the clearing, all talking amongst themselves, two kits tumbling outside what looked like a makeshift nursery, all of which held no interest for her. The brown she-cat halted her steps, parting her jaws to draw in the air around her. Even through all this time, she knew she would catch his scent anywhere she went.

It had been moons since Bellatrix had left the Syndicate. She hadn't told anyone about her departure, not even her brother Hamlet. Never did it feel right to her to just tell him she was leaving, because she didn't want to be convinced to stay. Her mind had been made up, and she had just... left. There hadn't been much for her outside of this lifestyle though, and through all the homes she had lived in during her time away, the place she grew up kept calling her back home. When she had left, Renn had just been made the commander, and the Syndicate appeared to be on it's way to being a formidable threat, and at that time Bella had wanted nothing to do with the group anymore. It was a daily struggle that she went through with herself, of hating what the group stood for, hating that she was born with fighting abilities that made her a target for guard training later on down the road.

Now that she had returned though, Bella saw no trace of Renn or even Peach anywhere in camp. It made her a little cautious to know who had taken over in their place, but she shrugged the thought off and continued searching for her brother's scent. Picking up a faint trace of it that slowly grew stronger as she approached, the she-cat stopped outside the healer's den. Despite not having been here when he had been made a healer, she always knew that's the path Hamlet would choose. She paused outside the den, her heart pounding. What if her brother wasn't here? What if the cat in her dreams had been lying to her? It was unusual for Bella to be this stressed out or anxious - usually she just barreled forward regardless of the consequences or dangers. However something was different. Shaking her head, the brown feline pushed her way through into the Healer's den and let her eyes adjust before spotting a familiar figure. She simply ignore the others within the den as she spotted the one cat she was looking for. "Hey Hamlet. Did you miss me?" she purred softly, not letting the relief that washed over her like a wave make an appearance on her face.

Hamlet had been rather busy in his den lately-- apparently, there were a lot more Dusk Syndicate cats getting into border skirmishes with SkyClan cats recently, since they now shared a border with the newly-arrived clan. He didn't care too much for the clans in general, and he'd happened to visit one awhile ago- RiverClan- with a rather handsome- though terribly agressive- tom named Storm. Working in his small space in the empty den by himself, he sorted some of his herbs accompanied by only the silence in the area, which he'd loathed at first but now happened to be getting used to. However, at the sounds of ruckus by the den entrance and a scent he didn't seem to recognize at first, the now full healer's eyes widened at the sudden appearance of his long-lost sister, Bellatrix.

"...Bella?" He exclaimed, his face filled with both surprise and happiness as he gasped. She'd disappeared while the two were still trainees together, and never bothered to tell him where she'd be going from there. He'd assumed she was killed by a fox or executed in secret for something like treason, though he didn't know why- she was much too cunning to be defeated by a fox, and she was more of an ideal Syndicate member than he was. "I can't believe you're back- where have you been all this time?" Hamlet asked, his fur still bristled in the surprise of his sister's sudden return. At a quiet time like this, it wasn't at all what he was expecting.

[spade]

Originally Posted by fenic!

Hamlet had been rather busy in his den lately-- apparently, there were a lot more Dusk Syndicate cats getting into border skirmishes with SkyClan cats recently, since they now shared a border with the newly-arrived clan. He didn't care too much for the clans in general, and he'd happened to visit one awhile ago- RiverClan- with a rather handsome- though terribly agressive- tom named Storm. Working in his small space in the empty den by himself, he sorted some of his herbs accompanied by only the silence in the area, which he'd loathed at first but now happened to be getting used to. However, at the sounds of ruckus by the den entrance and a scent he didn't seem to recognize at first, the now full healer's eyes widened at the sudden appearance of his long-lost sister, Bellatrix.

"...Bella?" He exclaimed, his face filled with both surprise and happiness as he gasped. She'd disappeared while the two were still trainees together, and never bothered to tell him where she'd be going from there. He'd assumed she was killed by a fox or executed in secret for something like treason, though he didn't know why- she was much too cunning to be defeated by a fox, and she was more of an ideal Syndicate member than he was. "I can't believe you're back- where have you been all this time?" Hamlet asked, his fur still bristled in the surprise of his sister's sudden return. At a quiet time like this, it wasn't at all what he was expecting.

At her brother's surprise, Bella managed to stifle a laugh, shaking her head. "You didn't really think I was gonna be gone forever, did you?" she mewed, not bothering to answer his question. It wasn't something she was going to discuss here, where others could potentially overhear. She had resented coming back, but now that she was, her game face was on, the unreadable mask that she learned to wear in the Syndicate. She took a couple steps forward and halted before her brother, sitting down and simply glancing at what he was working on. Herbs, of course. She hadn't expected anything different, because unlike her, Hamlet was kind and good, and fit right into the world of helping others and healing them, despite the disrespect he must have endured by choosing that position within the Syndicate. A heavy weight of guilt fell on her shoulders as she realized she hadn't been here to help him through that. It showed on her face for a brief second before disappearing altogether.

Shaking her head, she looked up at Hamlet, studying his expression. Shock, for one, which was understandable. Bella knew eventually she would have to explain where she was, a thought that internally made her quiver. But not here, and not now. Instead, the brown feline looked towards the entrance, her deep blue eyes glazed over in thought. "What happened with Renn? It seems like total chaos here. And what's this about a SkyClan I've been hearing about?" she inquired, returning her gaze to meet her brothers. Her forepaws flexed beneath her, anticipation racing through her veins.

[graves]

Originally Posted by Bright

Percival had a point. Zotuosy hated when another cat was right. Unlike Percival, the tom had about zero patience and zero tolerance with anyone and anything. They were like complete opposites, and he was a little glad because if he was to get a healer with a similar personality, there would’ve probably been more wounds over his body. It’s not like he’d stop fighting them either. He was like one of those dogs that once they bite, the don’t let go. You can’t stop him after he starts. And he won’t stop until success or death. That doesn’t only go for fights, either. That was something he may or may not like about the tom. “I guess so..” He mumbled. But it’s not like he wanted to walk around camp with chewed-up plants sticking all over his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a breath but pursing his lips tight to suppress a groan. “Well then I just may as well stay here, I’m pretty much useless as of now.” The tom growled. But it’s not like he wanted to stay there. No, he’d much rather go out and be some kind of use, but he was already here. What was the point in going when he won’t be doing anything? Not to mention the awkward feeling of the herbs sticking on his wounds- and if cats were to stare stare at him. He supposed it might have been partially his fault. Oh well, he’ll have to wait a painfully long time for his wounds to heal.

The small toms dome like ears perked, them flopping slightly when the fighter said he was going to stay here. To him atleast, it seemed he didnt like his company to much but he ignored it. He was used to being picked on and given attitude for him being the lowest rank, he had grown used to low treatment. Though he remained positive,giving a small nod. ¨Go ahead and make yourself at home then, if you need I can go get things to make your nest more comfortable, I know they arent the best. But Im sure I can manage to find a few feathers.¨ his tone was kind, despite the other tom having attitude towards him. He knew the other cat didnt mean it, he looked passed his outer look immediately. He turned and allowed the tom to get settled, sniffing his nose in some dried herbs that were unorganized in a corner. He picked them up gently and started to organize, setting aside the herbs hed have to use on the other tom for his nightly appliance.

[Serendipity]

Originally Posted by Chameleon

Pistachio smiled," You are quite knowledgeable Sneeze. You would do good as a healer, rather than a fighter, hunter, or guard.

Ooooh this is so old

Sneeze pricked his ears. "Really?"

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Sweet Skittles

Ooooh this is so old

Sneeze pricked his ears. "Really?"

Pistachio nodded," Yes. You'd serve the synigouge well as a healer."

[Serendipity]

Originally Posted by Chameleon

Pistachio nodded," Yes. You'd serve the synigouge well as a healer."

Oml r u srsly saying this because I could be xD

Sneeze smiled, then sneezed again. "That's great, Pistacho! And if I get rescued before, I could be Cricketpaw's apprentice!" His face brightens up immidietly
Keep in mind Sneeze will never get rescued xD
Squeal laughed dryly. "Ha! A healer? That's the least we need!" He chuckled. "But you'd never be a good fighter, fuzzzbut!"