Guild: Bones Like Bare Roots
Channel: bright-realms-recovery
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ooby (koby) Apr 17, 2021 09:50 PM
[This portion takes place in the gateway, waiting for these supposed injured cats to arrive. This is slower paced. This is open to new and old members-- anyone interested in helping can start to collect here. Bright Realms trio for the time being is still stuck in #bright-realms-event until help has arrived.]
Fulmine -✄- - Ω [⚰|💫|🌅|🌹|🔩] Apr 17, 2021 10:09 PM
🌅 | HALCYON [he/him] | OPEN
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At first, he thought it was a premonition of sorts; it would not be the first time Halcyon received one. But the voice came in the form of Spades, and it carried such an urgency and present weight that it could only be described as a _warning call._

Help was needed _now._

Bundles of herbs were gathered as swiftly as possible- chervil, comfrey, dandelion and more, all wrapped in cobwebs- before Halcyon set out for the Gateway with purpose. Finding himself the first one there, he set out and sorted herbs in preparation of the arrival of injured cats, awaiting others’ necessary aid.

‘Gravely hurt’ meant the Court had to be ready for the possibility of death- something he would be preventing at all costs if the Light shone its blessing upon these cats today.
Taps | 🐥🦌 Apr 17, 2021 10:23 PM
Elkie is more than a little startled by hearing a voice in his head like that, but he recognizes it as Spades, and more than that, he recognizes the urgency in her voice. He doesn't know much about fighting, and he knows next to nothing about healing, but he knows about cats needing help. He's not even going to wonder about what that "thing" is, nasty as it sounds. He takes off running for the gateway as fast as he can.

When he arrives, he finds that Halcyon has beaten him there, having brought herbs along with him. Elkie is glad that there's a cat with greater medical knowledge here. It's right around then that he decides he's not going to risk going into the bright realms and trying his paws at fighting. A cat can explain how to do first aid for the injured much more easily than they can explain how to fight on the fly, he imagines. He sits down beside Halcyon, looking at his herbs curiously.

"You got the call from Spades too?" he asks, mostly rhetorical as he moves on to what he actually needs to know. "Is there anything you can tell me about how to help the injured cats who we're going to be seeing soon? I don't know anything about herbs, but I'm willing to do whatever I'm asked to help the more experienced folks."

@Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } @Fulmine -✄- - Ω [⚰|💫|🌅|🌹|🔩]
Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } Apr 17, 2021 10:27 PM
🦴 | @Fulmine -✄- - Ω [⚰|💫|🌅|🌹|🔩], @Taps | 🐥🦌

Needless to say, this isn't the first time Gravedigger has been spoken to by otherworldly forces, though perhaps not quite in this manner. A voice rings through his mind. No spirit to behold. No vision swimming behind his eyes. Just that voice. Foreign yet full of panic and pleading for assistance. Perhaps it was good he chose to visit the Court again this day.

The large calico had visited the Gateway only once out of pure curiosity, staring into the gilded pool with pensive silence before carrying on his way. He only needed to be somewhere once to remember the path back, and so he has little trouble finding his way back to the grand marble room. He isn't the first to arrive, two other cats already gathering outside.

He merely offers the pair a nod, at first, dropping a bundle of herbs he'd carried with him. He's never met either before and now isn't much the time for introductions. His gaze finds the pool and for a moment he considers diving with the depths and doing as the voice asked. He was as much a fighter as a healer, but in the end concludes to wait here for now. He doesn't doubt the Court likely has plenty of warriors ready to join the fray.

The large brown tom asks the other exceptionally large, almost canine-like fellow how he can help and Gravedigger is tempted to say 'by waiting outside so you aren't in the way', but as the question wasn't directed at him he remains silent, sorting his own herbs into neat piles while awaiting whatever would come through the pool. (edited)
ooby (koby) Apr 17, 2021 10:32 PM
[assuming those bright realms kitties Follow too--]
Spades emerges from the portal, turning immediately to watch and wait for the cats to appear. Should they follow, they appear in the gateway. This place is similarly built of marble, recessed into the ground with a slope leading from the surface into this strange little place. Cats are waiting, at the ready.

“These cats are the court-- they’ll help you, you’re in good paws. You’re safe now, please take a breath, take a moment, you must have been through… a *lot*,” Spades says.
seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches Apr 17, 2021 11:02 PM
Azmy Again:

Well, he didn't Die. So his gamble proved worth something at least.

After preparing for their death Azmy had to sigh, Loud, and begin to cackle while dragging themself to solid ground. Because holy fuck, they really were wondering if they would die for a second. That second passed and they were the same as ever, why wouldn't they be? Nothing had killed them thus far, and he'd be a fool to doubt himself now. He was a fool for doubting it. That was why it was worth a carefree laugh.

Except it was... Cold.

Azmy didn't think they were really out of that hell yet, it was cold that wasn't right at all. This wasn't home, not at all. Where the fuck were they now? Yet this cat spoke as if... they should be home. They weren't home, they didn't know where they were at All, how would they even begin the trek back if they didn't know whether to follow the sun setting or rising?

Still he laughed, trying to not show how worried he actually was, trying to take a deep breath. He stood tall, ears pricked with Relaxed, Curiosity. Though as they saw cats begin to gather, looking at Them, their hackles began to raise.
The... Court? Good paws...

This might be worse than before! At least before they were alone-- uh, somewhat alone. This was a Group, an organized group with a Leader that the group would follow, even if that meant killing Azmy for Sport. Hell, it could be the cat who just saved them. With their relaxation towards the pools, Azmy was beginning to think that this young looking cat wasn't what she seemed, might not even be mortal at all...

Which meant she could be seen as a God and these cats might Worship Her and this was all going wrong. All Wrong, he should have took that gray cat's advice and muscled his way out of that structure. He might have been Fine, he'd at least know where he was and what he should be doing and who to trust-- Himself obviously.

He felt like a turtle on his back but he sat on his haunches, tail curled almost regally to his side. He wanted to look in control of the situation.
rat ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ [ larksong ] Apr 17, 2021 11:21 PM
> Maybe Halycon had experienced a moment of confusion, a second where he wasn't certain what was him and what wasn't; Larksong, however, suffered no such thing. It seemed almost as if electricity had jittered up along her spine, curling up to rest at the base of her skull as a sharp, familiar prickling. A nonsense jumble of input- neurons firing that she didn't even know she possessed- but nonetheless a clear impression of urgency, a message she instinctively understood in between the lines of spoken word.

> You're needed in the Gateway. Bring supplies. The injured are incoming.

> It was a sensation that she had only ever felt in association with Spades- in the Dream, in the dream, and this seemed primed to join that list. Not for a moment did she even consider doubting it; Spades was one of the beings she could trust to have good intentions for them all, and besides- if cats were hurt, who was she to remain behind? While Larksong had the distinct advantage of typically residing within the medicine stores, it also meant she had further to travel, deep within the systems as it was. With that in mind, she packed up her bundles of herbs as quickly as she could, darting from rock shelf to rock shelf as she thought over just what to take. Cobwebs, certainly- marigold, goldenrod- horsetail, poppy seeds- what else, oh, it had been far too long since she had had to heal anyone on the battlefield!

> Eventually she'd gotten all that she needed, and run as fast as she could to the Gateway. It was a bit slower than she usually might, given the fact that she had to move with everything tucked away carefully beneath her chin, but it was only two or three minutes after her fellow Court cats had arrived that she managed to do the same. Claiming a corner of the cold marble room for her own, Larksong knelt downwards, letting the long pad of moss roll out from her chest, neatly exposing the herbs within. Now only to wait...

larksong | she! is here now | open!!
morrysillusion Apr 17, 2021 11:25 PM
It didn't feel too weird, but it didn't feel that different from all the odd things he'd been doing for... how long? He didn't even know. He wasn't sure anyone knew the time of the place he popped out of, but it was really the least of his concerns. What was on his mind first was emerging and smoothly getting himself out of this pool and seeing... cats, other cats.

A Court? He isn't... where he was before, was he? Processing that, it was hard. He could barely comprehend the strange magic of where he was anyways. So to get used to that and realize he was out of it and back to... 'normal'. Well, yeah. Faust needed a moment to realize this, because if this was the 'normal world', it certainly wasn't anywhere he knew.

What city, or state, was he even in? How far did he get? He'd never met an organized group like this in the city... so either he was somewhere else, a lot of years had passed, or he was blind to an obvious organized group of cats residing in Worcester the entire time he lived there. He scanned the space, quick glances at every face and even the one who seemed to come out with him. He cautiously sat down, not exactly sure what to do first. This other cat said to trust them, though it was easier said than done...

Where ever he was, he'd have to stay and figure out... if this was in fact the 'normal world', and whether or not he'd stick around. The events leading to the 'weird world' crept in the back of his head. Maybe it was...better, he was somewhere new.
Fulmine -✄- - Ω [⚰|💫|🌅|🌹|🔩] Apr 17, 2021 11:36 PM
🌅 | @Taps | 🐥🦌 @Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } [and anyone who needs healing :D]
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His head lifts as other cats begin filing into the space, nodding to himself in silent relief. The more cats on hand, the more cats they can heal; he has no idea how many are injured, or _will be_ injured, after all. Halcyon briefly turns back to his herbs before officially regarding the pair of cats closest to him.

”I-I did, yes, and I’d hope that, um, that more of us have as well.” His eyes go from the large calico- he had herbs, and seemed to know what he was doing- to the equally big brown tom, who asks how he can help them.

”So, um, if there’s any severe bleeding, you can- you can hold your paws to the wound ca-carefully, to stop the bleeding. And chew these-” He points a paw to some marigold, ”-into a poultice to a-apply to the, the wound. Otherwise, j-just listen to any of the healers if they n-need help, and-“

His explanation is interrupted by the sudden appearance of Spades and a couple of more worn-for-wear cats, and he sits up more alertly out of surprise. His stance relaxes again to something more friendly, and he looks between the injured cats. ”H-hello- I’m Halcyon, and we’re here- here to help with your injuries.”
seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches Apr 17, 2021 11:42 PM
Azmy was Not having an easier time than Faust accepting all this. There was not even any Sand here. At least where he was, he knew what he was doing, how things worked to a certain degree, to only trust himself. He was supposed to trust that these cats' paws were good? For all he knew, this was an illusion, a joke to lull them as the three of them entered some large beasts stomach cavity.

Breathing through his bruised ribs hurt, and his throat had a lump. But if he had to, he'd kill every single one of these cats, if they were going to hurt him, if that's what had to be done. He was so sure he could do it. If these cats made One Wrong Move, said One Thing that made Azmy believe he was in danger. He'd do what he had to to get Home.

He had already come so... So far, he can't just let some silly illusion or this.. this Group of Cats that Might be Religiously Charged get to the end of him. It would make everything for naught and that, that wasn't fair to Azmy and that wasn't fair to every cat Azmy had ever met.
They noticed the pointed cat sit just as they had. Without a word, still not have even said hello to him, Azmy scooted his sit closer to Faust. Closer in almost a way that flanked Faust defensively. Their short tail flicked the strange cat's side in hopes that he'd look them in the eyes, their eyes just Slightly too wide to be completely calm, as Azmy gave them a seemingly "lax" nod of almost... Knowing.

They didn't trust him, but they didn't trust this group more. There was no cat for any of the three to relate to other than each other, and Azmy didn't have the words to verbalize the shaky alliance so they hoped that the gesture was at least... Something.

Azmy turned to the large stranger and immediately, their shoulders squared. They knew not to misjudge a stutter, it mere was a speech quirk and meant nothing to a cat's sociability or nature. When their eyes looked down to the herbs. They didn't... recognize a lot of them. Ahah, poison!

"I believe I'll live without the aid, but your offer is appreciated." He sniffed with a certain lowkey vemon from curled lips. Ignoring the dripping, pulsing wound the beast had ripped from his chest down part of his side, much less the other half healed, half raw wounds decorating the rest of his body.
@Unknown tentative @ as faust doesnt need to respond azmys just being dumb and alarmed, @Fulmine -✄- - Ω [⚰|💫|🌅|🌹|🔩]
Taps | 🐥🦌 Apr 17, 2021 11:59 PM
Elkie gives Gravedigger a friendly "Hello!" when he sees him, despite the cat' somewhat standoffish demeanor, but he pretty quickly turns his attention back to Halcyon. He's glad to see another helper here, but this is what he needs to be helping with right now. Cats are injured and they need the herbs to heal them. As he listens to the healer talk, paying strict attention to everything he hears, he's pleased to see Larksong arriving too. She's also very gifted at what she does. These cats are going to get the best care the court can offer.

"I understand, I understand. Paws to the wound and chew that plant into a poultice. I'll offer help wherever I'm asked and- my goodness!" He's started by the very sudden appearance of several cats, and looks away from Halcyon to see what's going on. There's those injured cats he'd heard about, and spades too. He gets to his paws and takes a few steps forward.

"Hello. My name is Elkie, and these are some of the most gifted healers I've ever met. You're safe now. You made it out."

Elkie looks at Azmy first, immediately taking notice of the nasty wound he has, along with a couple others. The tom didn't look good in the slightest, and Elkie was immediately deeply concerned for the poor thing's wellbeing. But he looks incredibly uncomfortable and nervous, so Elkie doesn't want to push too much. He'd typically bend down and try and get on the same level as whoever he was talking to to make them feel safer, but with Azmy's height, that wasn't really necessary. "You'll survive without treatment, most likely, but you'll have a much better and more comfortable recovery with it. Would you be ok with these cats treating you?"

Once he finishes talking, Elkie's gaze turns towards Faust. He looked unharmed, but comfort, while not as needed as urgently as medical attention, was Elkie's strongsuit. He won't leave Azmy without giving them a chance to respond, though.
Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } Apr 17, 2021 11:59 PM
🦴 | @Unknown and everyone else really

Well, this was certainly getting interesting. It isn't long before three cats emerge from the pool, rekindling Gravedigger's interest in the crystalline waters. Halcyon steps forward first, offering his name and assistance. Gravedigger just observes for the time-being, eye scanning each cat in turn before standing and swiftly making his way toward them.

"Gravedigger," he states simply in way of his own introduction, the single blue eye peering through the vulture's skull concealing his face shifting first to the large, feralish cat with the defensive expression to the shorter copper-furred one he flanked. As the larger of the two refuses treatment Gravedigger doesn't argue, face turning to Faust expectantly. "What of you? Do you wish to receive treatment?" He asks flatly, voice holding little in the way of emotion.

If these cats decided they didn't want help it was of little consequence to him. Gravedigger would have little issue with returning to his section of the woods and leaving them to bleed out if that's what they wished. Choice was a very important aspect of anyone's life, even if it was the wrong choice. He wouldn't take it from them. "Of course, if you would rather answers, that is fine as well. All you need do is ask." (edited)
morrysillusion Apr 18, 2021 12:09 AM
Faust took a moment to yet against realize the other cat beside him- there was a lot to focus on here. He got the vibe, however- he didn't know this other cat but they came out of the same place together. That must mean... something. At the very least, it was easier to understand someone who'd like been through the same hellish world he had been through instead of the abundance of strangers in front of them.

He too stiffened as a cat approached, one offering treatment to wounds, and then the other one- not the most easing of appearances. A strange skull, some cape-thing... Very blunt too, it seemed.
"I think I'm... alright. No scratches on me." Oh lord, had it been forever since he spoke. Aside from the yowls and hisses often communicated to creatures he ran into, his voice hadn't spoken many words in a while. "My name is... Faust."

Faust dips his head, kindly, though eyes stuck on the cats before them. "I'm not sure what question there are to ask. I'm not even sure if this place is any different than where I just came from, to be honest." He didn't mean to say that to be rude, but just that he genuinely couldn't decide. How was he supposed to justify he wasn't still in the weird trial of magic he'd gotten so used to?
"You all live together? And you know what that place... where that monster is?" He had a stern look on his face, obviously hoping to figure this out. At this point, all he knew was he had a completely new scenario in front of him. Whether it was a trick or not, he wasn't sure yet.

@Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 }
seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches Apr 18, 2021 12:20 AM
Azmy:

Better recovery, Azmy's Ass it would be. While he couldn't reach the entirety of his wound as it was horizontal down his body, he gave the start of it by his chest a firm lick, lapping away blood and smoothing the fur. The bleeding did not stop, and just ended up on his chin, Great.

When his head lifted he was jarred by a Monster-- No, a cat, just with this,,, mask from a Bird of Prey. Named Gravedigger. "Fuck.. Of Course that's your name." He muttered under his breath with a snickering sigh, reaching to press a paw to the side of his head towards his temple. Oh fuck... Of course this cat was named Gravedigger. He probably was raised from birth to Execute and Bury cats that fell into this trap, a cycle of sacrifice so powerful that a cat was named after it. He had to remember to take another sharp breath.

Faust, Faust's voice was proper, and oddly soothing and Azmy Hated that because they knew it was just their brain trying to assign Faust as a Friend, when he wasn't, there was just... a Shaky Alliance, that could be broken in a second's timeline. The fact that they trusted Faust Ever So Slightly didn't mean anything.

"If any of you would would like to be of use to me, which I can assure you is rather flattering, then use only: Honey, Henna, or Turmeric onpon my wounds. None of that, Pressure only on the bleeding wound is all I desire, the rest are of no consequence." He planned his words carefully, to gain aid to stop bleeding while also having control over the situation.

@Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } @Taps | 🐥🦌 @Fulmine -✄- - Ω [⚰|💫|🌅|🌹|🔩] @ any other healers around nhehbjbjhbjh (edited)
rat ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ [ larksong ] Apr 18, 2021 12:35 AM
> ”Yss,” Larksong chimed to the affirmative at Faust’s question. ”Is, ah. Spades’, Spades’ home.” She carefully padded closer, blue-piercing eyes flickering over the two new arrivals. One fine... one, not so much. It’s to this cat that she continued to approach, low-slunk in recognition of the hostility playing on the pair’s faces. ”Hlo,” she voiced again, attempting to catch his attention. ”It’s okay, we can- want to,- help you...”

> Her face scrunched up at what he listed, only a few of the mouthshapes familiar even taking into account the unfamiliar mouth forming them. ”But, ah....” she began again, voice wavering a bit in uncertainty. ”Don’t have... those. Honey, yes, but not, not here.” And maybe her voice, overcarefully shaped and awkward as it was, faltered soft, and maybe she leaned small next to him, but her eyes held quiet but stalwart. ”Trust us, ‘kay?” Her head didn’t tilt- because it wasn’t a question.

larksong | booboo bandager speaking! | @seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches (edited)
Fulmine -✄- - Ω [⚰|💫|🌅|🌹|🔩] Apr 18, 2021 12:43 AM
🌅 | @seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches @Taps | 🐥🦌 @rat ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ [ larksong ]
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Azmy’s initial refusal puts a slight, worried frown to Halcyon’s face- _clearly_ this cat is injured, and he’s not just going to let him bleed out onto the marble here. Luckily, he comes to a compromise- at least, sort of one.

”We don’t.. ha-have turmeric or henna, no, but as she said- we have honey.” Halcyon turns to Elkie. ”Which, um, if you could grab that- it, it comes in a-a comb..”

His eyes focus back on Azmy and Larksong. ”But we can, ah, we can find you some, potentially? I-in the future, I mean, during your recovery.”
morrysillusion Apr 18, 2021 12:44 AM
It was a good thing Faust couldn't hear Azmy's thoughts, as confused as he was he did not need ideas of sacrifice and rituals in his head. He was barely aware such a society could exist, and that such a cat would default to that either. His attention turned back to to other cats before him, very welcoming of any kind of answer to his questions.

Ah, a cat who looked more normal, nor adorned in a strange...outfit. Spades? He'd seen such a thing, a shape. He assumed Spades must be the cat who told them to get out, and welcomed them here. There is only a mild look of confusion left on his face as he simply listens. "I will.. accept your offer of help, much appreciated, more so for those who are...bleeding."

He keeps a kind face, a neutral tone. No one seems to be a threat violent here. the only threat seemed to have been that monster from in the...pool. "I guess I'd also like to ask- where have we ended up? Is there a city nearby?"
(to anyone else whod like to chime in as well!) @Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } @rat ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ [ larksong ] @seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches (azmy is optional!)
seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches Apr 18, 2021 12:57 AM
Azmy looked towards Larksong, slightly alarmed in how she held herself. Her question was an order and Azmy does Not take orders. His ears twitched as she spoke, noticing how her eyes focused on his muzzle. He wasn't sure she was deaf, but he wondered. He wondered if she was trying to hide it or if he was Supposed to know. This world wasn't built for her, and here she was, Azmy could almost feel a odd sense of understanding in his own experience.

But he would still take No orders for himself.

"No," he hummed, pausing to yawn, "I won't trust you, that is my own right. But, I will also accept aloe and coriander on the wound... Hm.. Thyme and poppy to ingest. With Honey, you stop the bleeding before pressing the edges together, sealing the wound with the honey. With No honey, I would prefer you just, to add pressure upon the wound." He instructed dismissively, not caring that he sounded like he was telling them how to do their jobs. If they were going to be putting substances on his body or in it, he deserved to have a say in what and how it was done. If not, they could do whatever they wanted with him. Put him under the influence of hallucinogens or poisons. Not Azmy.

He was passively listening to Faust's questions with a twitch of his ears. Spades was the cat the marble home belonged to? He might have to compliment them later, if he lived that long. He inched a bit closer to Faust and cleared his tight throat, giving him a nod to agree. He'd like to know if he recognized a city somehow, maybe it was Nearby Bubastis.

"If Any of you, know where the _Ḥ'pī_ is, I will know where I am and will be out of you furs sooner rather than later." _The River_ and specifically to Azmy, the Nile. This was a test to see if this was even home at all. Because all Azmy knew was that the river went on forever and if he knew where it was, he could find home and his kin.
@rat ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ [ larksong ] @Fulmine -✄- - Ω [⚰|💫|🌅|🌹|🔩] @Unknown (edited)
rat ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ [ larksong ] Apr 18, 2021 02:01 AM
> Were she not a holy woman...

> Larksong's tail lashed behind her like a whip being cracked, frustration clear on her face. This- this cat was actively bleeding out, now wasn't the time to- And with that face-!!!! Oooh, he was getting on her nerves!!!!

> Her face hardened, and when she spoke again, it was louder, tinged with a slight growl. Not yowling, and not exactly on purpose, but... it was getting a bit hard to manage how hard she pushed air through her throat, and also she wasn't exactly caring about doing that right now. "Y, you're nnn, not, not in chhharge here," she snapped. " 'F'we wwant, -ted, you hurt, wld'let you bll, bleed out."

> Fair point.

> "Wwe, we know how to help. We knnow what we hh, have. 'M not, nnnot dumb and you shhhou-nt treat cats hhelping 'ou like thhat." Also, what he wanted done was stupid. Go put your own poison on if you're so confident, you- you butthead!!!! And honey on a fresh wound- well go stick your face in a hive yourself!!! To the cats who knew her, it was clear that Azmy had struck a nerve- Larksong didn't often stumble over her words to this extent, and she really didn't get this snappy much at all.

> Her shoulders squared, and she very nearly glared up at Azmy. "If, if I hhhave to eat ev'rry herb I g, gifffe you, for you t-o ttrust us, I wwill. Sstop bein' a, a ass." Oh my God, she knows how to say bad words.

larksong | @seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches | marshmallow Unhinged!!! i promise i love azmy sm she is just. Not having it today. someone hold her BACK (edited)
seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches Apr 18, 2021 02:15 AM
Azmy:

They waited patiently for Larksong to finish, respecting her enough to let her say her piece, though their bland expression held a slight smirk as they enjoyed the fact they ruffled her.

He should feel like an ass, she was trying to help, but not knowing her motives for that desire made him even more reserved. He waited a second more, taking a small breath, then spoke. "I'm just saying it is my privilege, due to not knowing you, to not trust your intentions and to say i have to trust you because of this, moral higher ground of Wanting to help me, you are dumb or the very least insensitive to others who don't know how Helpful you and your society are. How do I know what your intentions of me will be after you stop my bleeding? Kill me later when you need to? What will you use the debt I'm in to do for you? Simply put," Azmy leaned in closer to Larksong,

"I have the right to be wary of you, your good deeds of Helping.. Mean Nothing without proof of your intentions and of that? I have None, and I won't have none until its proven that nothing you attempt to Help Me with wont kill or put me in a vulnerable mental state. If you want to put these plants on me so bad that you'll eat them? I will say that is a kitten's step in the right direction. Go ahead, if this means that much."

With that Azmy bent into a relaxed crouch, all paws on the ground so if he had to spring, he could. But Larkson had access to him. Claws twitching, Throat locked, he didn't Want to have aid but if these cats weren't going to leave him alone, he could cautiously take advantage of it.
@rat ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ [ larksong ] (edited)
morrysillusion Apr 18, 2021 02:17 AM
It was in that moment Faust felt a wave of distaste for the fellow who'd popped out by his side. It wasn't that the other didn't trust easily- that was understandable, as he had yet to feel trust towards anyone here yet. It was the attitude that rung clear within the other. But he shook off the impression... it wasn't like he'd be getting cozy up in here with the cat who'd stumbled out of that hellish place.

That is the assumption. He'd like find out where he is. It would be nice to... get his bearings. Return home exactly? Well, that depends. Now, whatever that guy was looking for, he had no idea what it was. The what? And on the other hand, he's almost amused by the white cat's response. Even if they were actually mad, it was a little spunk in an attitude he kind of appreciated seeing, no matter what side he was on.

Faust chimed in a little with, "Yes, I don't know exactly what you are looking for." (with a glance towards the stranger he'd popped out with) "But I'd like to get an idea of where we may be..." He tapped his paw lightly on the ground as he continued to survey the area. "And get somewhere more familiar, potentially."

(dont wanna add on other uneeded pings since hes not being super direct to anyone so if anyone wants to pop in specifically feel free!)
miyou [🥀 | ⚡ | 🐛 | 🍬] Apr 18, 2021 02:20 AM
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Court. Good Paws. Good paws. Lilymask had good paws. Small ones, little ones, little bitty things. One of em sucked a bit. That didn't matter. Safe? Maybe not. She think Spades might be stretchin' a bit too far with that. What's happening? Happened? Doesn't matter? Maybe not.

Probably does.

"What are these?" Lilymask calls, and it takes a bit for her to correct herself. "Who. M'mean who. What happened?"

Weird. That's kind of all she can gather. Injured? Cats she doesn't recognize. Can be a bit difficult, especially now, to recognize cats. But she's pretty sure she doesn't know any of them.

She'd like to think she knows a little bit about herbs. It's probably not enough, and she'd leave application to those who knew it, but she could tell what a thicket was from a thistle. Probably. And a lily from a raspberry leaf. Those were probably a bit more distinctive.

... Lilymask isn't quite sure what thickets look like, actually. Then again, she's pretty sure those aren't medicinal. Unless you can eat 'em. That'd probably hurt.

"Anyone need anythin'?" She calls, her voice rather devoid of concern considering the situation. She's a small thing, but her eyes are bright and she's got a spring in her step. It's enough to show she's willing to help, though she might be a tad but unruly.
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Rain [🔮| 💀| 🎨] Apr 18, 2021 02:26 AM
Artisan
Within the darkness of the den, where quiet crept along the ground, a silent creature, reaching toward the unsuspecting minds of the fragile, one would find a small, gentle pawed feline, laying upon a bed of moss. Quiet was an enemy to them in these most recent weeks, for it led to memories, and memories only caused pain. Pain that cracked the wound that bled within the heart. Pain that shown within dull emeralds, as they gaze down upon a single, scrap of fabric. The last piece of their physical home, the only remaining piece. That battle of wind and earth had destroyed everything they held dear. Tears shown within cracked green gemstones, tears that fell upon the fabric, a dull rain in comparison to the sorrow of tears that had greeted them upon their first arrival to this place. They fell as silently as the air around them, soddening the fabric, though the cat lost in their thoughts could barely notice.

It was thoughts that came barreling within their own oceanid mind that caused the ears so cease, surprise replacing sorrow, for but a moment. It was not the normal murmuring of the cards that was heard this time, this voice was forgein to their fur tipped ears. The words they spoke weren’t fully sinking in, at first. Grief still hung, a dark shadow upon their back, a crushing boulder, digging into soft fur. It wasn’t until the sound of other rushing paws, and the sight of cats running off, did Artisan’s brain kick back into gear, the shadow of pain clearing for long enough that they were able to push it back within the cage of the mind, the darkest corner, out of reach. For the moment.
Gentle paws placed the fabric back within the safety of the leather pouch, which was clipped back into place, tail brushing the dust that had collected. Ivory fangs curled around some of the excess moss that had not gone into their nest, carrying the precious bundle within them as those paws launched after the others, toward wherever the strange voice wanted them to go.
It did not take long for Artisan to come across the hub of activity; there were a few new cats here, though they were new themselves, they had been at least learning the faces of the Court cats from the perch of their den. These two were as new as they, and one was injured. This would not do at all, potential friends being in pain wasn’t something that the card-wielding cat could handle. The sight of blood only brought back bad memories.

The moss still within their jaws, Artisan moved toward the group, noting Larksong, whom he hadn’t formerly met yet, but could at least be recognized as someone with healing abilities, judging on what they had heard of them upon first joining this group of cats. The moss was gently placed upon the ground near them, offering a friendly look within the eyes. It was clear she needed it, as the poor thing looked rather angry. Tsunami’s of water raged within her ocean, it seemed. Perhaps they could help calm their sea?
The new face had good points, as they spoke. Artisan waited but a moment, polite enough to let the other say their piece, it wasn’t their intention to interrupt. They just wanted to help.

“Waves of aggression only stur the ocean’s wrath more. Thou should take heed. We only wish to soothe the pain upon thou’s physical form.” A tail came forward, sweeping the moss forward, a bright look in those ever mysterious eyes. A glance was made upon the other new face, eyes brightening with their agreement, before fixing themselves upon the bleeder once more. A claw moved to pick the moss back up.
“If we wished to harm, one would have shuffled off this mortal coil eons ago, no? One wants to help. If thou would let us.” Artisan’s gentle paws held the moss again, eyes fixed upon Azmy’s own, with no sign of hostility within their every swirling depths. They looked as if they were asking permission to help.
@Unknown @seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches @rat ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ [ larksong ]
seth |👑Azmy |🧵Stitches Apr 18, 2021 02:55 AM
Azmy nodded along enthusiastically as Faust spoke. "Indeed, yes. I seek familiarity so I can begin my journey back home. Every second.. wherever this is, is wasting time and I know I've already lost some. I am in the midst of a very dire situation that I need to return to. I will be on my way soon, and I'll Never bother you all again." (@ faust Ish?? but also no need to reply)

Then this... Cat with an odd voice began to speak and Azmy graced them with their full attention. Blinking a few times as the words processed. It wasn't so hard for them, they had grown use to making sense where there was little and this actually made a lot of sense. Rather it was a riddle filled with code words Azmy had to fill blanks with.

Azmy rarely remembered names of the cats he met, nor faces, but sometimes a single spark could bring back alight a memory. He had met two cats who spoke similarly. One who called herself a Princess, frantic to return home to reclaim a Crown of some sort, and one who... declared himself a poet, which meant he enjoyed beautiful words and cleverly making beautiful stories using rules. Azmy wasn't familiar with all of said rules, just a few while he allowed the poet to travel with him, as he was also a lover of beautiful things. Unfortunately, that partnership ceased before he learned how to make a proper poem.
They eyed Larksong for a moment, looking up with a weary dullness to their eyes that along with their nod meant that while they'd watch her like a vulture for any mistake she might make, they were willing to allow her to do... Whatever she was planning to do. Then as a distraction, they focused towards the odd talking stranger.

Maybe a chat could make his heart stop feeling like it was getting squeezed in his chest because frankly while this situation was Dangerous, panic did nothing. So he allowed himself to laugh, and crack a tired grin in Artisan's direction. Also not quite trusting Another Cat to put weird plants on him, he dodged the question. "Thou speaketh with such a tongue since birth? Or did one take this tongue from another to add to thy collection of masks pertaining oddities, hm?" Instead, Azmy decided to humor them.
@rat ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ [ larksong ] @Rain [🔮| 💀| 🎨]
Kitten Apr 18, 2021 03:21 AM
Otter

Unwilling to interrupt Grizzlyheart and the others in their grief and unwilling to follow the black tom who'd stormed off on his own, Otter found himself back where the healers had gathered. He didn't need help, hadn't been injured. The only blood that was on him was not his own. He'd gotten it on his forepaw when he'd accidentally ripped that thing's collar off, and though he considered cleaning it off, the thought of it made him want to gag a little. He'd just leave it until he could get to some running water.

Technically, he could've gone out for that now, but he wasn't sure about wandering off alone at the moment. He refused to consider that maybe he was just unwilling to be totally alone. He wasn't proud enough not to recognize the fact that he'd messed up, that he'd technically attacked a cat that his allies knew. The black tom wasn't completely right, but he'd been right enough, and he'd sounded so sure, and Otter hadn't listened.

Was it coincidence alone that this happened after he arrived? He wasn't certain. Maybe it was just that he was still cursed. Otter took a seat a good bit away from the healers, staring holes into the ground before him. He didn't want to bother approaching anyone. He'd rather just sit and sulk a while. Maybe he could get his thoughts back in order.

...He would just have to apologize to the black tom, if they met again. That was all that could be done about all this, now.

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Dinolil1 Apr 18, 2021 05:41 AM
Rubberweed

Unsure, he followed the strange cat out of here and gaped at what he could only see was a possible escape. Doom or not, Rubberweed didn't think he had much choice. Shoulder aching and ribs feeling as though they'd exploded, the grey tom supposed if now was his time to die, he wouldn't resist. It was inevitable and Rubberweed figured he'd approach it with a gentle smile. ''T-thank you.'' He spoke to the strange cat, his voice weary, the wilt of flower in his tone. Thinking of home with all those yellow flowers and soft leaves, Rubberweed fell forth and found himself elsewhere. It wasn't what he'd been thinking of - Not home, but certainly safer. The distant murmur in the air told him he should be cautious, alert. His body didn't obey and the moment he touched grass for - I don't know how long? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? - the first time in ages, Rubberweed lay down, prone and as exhausted as a ghoul.

At the mention of a court, somewhere from someone's voice, Rubberweed blinked slowly and sighed. A court? How lovely. He mused, though he'd no interest in finding out more. I hope the others are okay. A quick scan of the place showed they were very much alive, not torn in terrible jaws as he'd feared. With a crooked smile, Rubberweed slowly rose to his paws and stifled a yawn, slowly looking at his wound. It was vivid and bleeding, yet it didn't seem too deep. With time, Rubberweed supposed it'd heal - and for a moment, Rubberweed briefly wondered if it'd scar. A long, long time in the past, were yellowed memories, crinkling like old paper, of the three talking of scars and battles and who'd be in their first battle, get their first scar and Rubberweed had always said it would be them. He had no interest in fighting.

How funny. He thought miserably, suddenly missing his family with a deep pang. @Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } (Reply whenever)
Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } Apr 18, 2021 06:14 AM
🦴 | @Unknown
Tw for Gravedigger being creepy jfdhgkf

Once Faust assures him he wouldn't be in need of any healing either Gravedigger stares between him and Azmy unblinkingly for an unnervingly long moment before turning away and returning to his herbs. He remains only with intentions to observe. The larger one was, needless to say, rather uncouth despite their interesting speech patterns. He had to admire the white molly's patience. Gravedigger would've been tempted to break his jaw if spoken to in that manner. It's why he didn't bother helping those who didn't want his help. A pointless waste of his time and resources. He hopes perhaps this one's foolhardy attitude will do him in after all. He'd love to get his paws on his bones.

His attention shifted when a third figure materialized from the pool, watching the skinny cat lower himself to the ground. Gravedigger leaned to retrieved his herbs before padding over just as the tom began sitting up again, dropping the bundle beside him and hovering over his face; the tip of the vulture skull's beak nearly touching Rubberweed's nose. "You require medical assistance," he notes bluntly, eying the bleeding gash. He pauses a moment, seeming to regard how poorly his last offer had gone over. "I am qualified in such matters, and if I wanted you dead you wouldn't be standing right now. Will you accept my aid?" Yes, perfect. That was much better.
Dinolil1 Apr 18, 2021 06:40 AM
Rubberweed

Ears twitching, Rubberweed's eyes fluttered softy as he stared at the imposing figure approaching him. Wrinkling his nose slightly at the vulture's big beak, Rubberweed had to admit this stranger didn't look nearly as welcoming as some of the others he'd spied in his first few moments. Yet, as far as he knew, the grey tom didn't see any wisdom in rejecting his offer. Tail twitching, Rubberweed nervously smiled and gave a small chuckle. ''Thanks, I would appreciate it.'' It wouldn't do, Rubberweed supposed, to die of something so preventable. And if this fellow was offering, Rubberweed wouldn't say no. It wasn't as if his knowledge of healing was sufficient, at least not for him to be confident. ''I-I only know some herbal knowledge, from a cat I used to know.'' He wasn't sure if he ever really knew Cinderfoot, if he ever really believed Cinderfoot was truly his uncle. ''Cobwebs and so on, I do admit that I'm unqualified however,''

Rubberweed rose to his paws, blinking at the last sentence. ''I can imagine.'' He wasn't a fighter, not like this guy - Claws and teeth weren't his forte, he always tried to stay on the good sides of cats. Still, some part of him knew, that someday he might just be unable to. His time in the realm was a cruel teacher and Rubberweed would be a fool to ignore it. Beasts dwelled and so did monsters, though the monsters were decidedly harder to spot and Rubberweed would just have to hope this cat wasn't one of them. ''I appreciate the honesty, and I accept your aid.'' Rubberweed gave him a smile and a name.

''The name's Rubberweed.'' @Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 }
Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } Apr 18, 2021 08:06 AM
🦴 | @Unknown

Once Rubberweed accepts his offer Gravedigger seems pleased in his own way, tail giving a minor flick before pawing through his herbs. "Cobwebs can be used to stem bleeding, though a severe wound will more than often bleed through. One cannot rely on them alone to fix a problem, and besides they won't prevent infection," he informs. Rubberweed...another suspiciously Clan-like name. "Gravedigger," he responds, only the faintest hint of unease creeping into his tone.

"What you truly need is a blend of herbs to combat the multiple dangers a wound like this can produce. Goldenrod to promote healing, marigold petals to prevent infection, comfrey root to sooth the pain, and finally, yes, cobwebs to stop bleeding and hold it all in place." He says, pointing to each in turn with a claw before glancing over Rubberweed thoughtfully. "Perhaps thyme as well," he mutters more softly. "Where did you come Rubberweed? What world lies behind that pool?"

He let's the other cat answer, or allows them to lapse into silence as he chews the herbs into a poultice before promptly letting it plop from his mouth into his waiting pawpads, slathering it over the wound with a far more delicate touch than he looked capable of, though he remembers a tad late to offer a warning, "this will sting. Thyme can ease your nerves. If you want it you'll need to chew that," he adds before motioning toward a set of thick, sticky leaves with a fresh and tangy scent.
Dinolil1 Apr 18, 2021 08:47 AM
Rubberweed

Ears twitching, the young tom listened attentively. Rubberweed was good at that, his large ears pricked to attention, hours of practise with his family and their silly, sometimes strange arguments coming to fruition. Tail twitching, Rubberweed sighed as he found himself reminded of Cinderfoot. The tom wasn't nearly as intimidating as Gravedigger, but the talk of herbs and cobwebs was all the same. ''I see...thank you, Gravedigger.'' Knowledge, it was always a blessing, at least to Rubberweed. And knowledge that wasn't about killing? All the better. As he continued, Rubberweed listened with a pair of bright, curious eyes. ''I appreciate it, I used to live alone - I had to be careful not to get into a skirmishes, you see.''

''And I thought that'd be the case.'' Rubberweed sighed, glancing at the sore wound. As Gravedigger inquired about the world beyond the pool, he fell silent and stared up at Gravedigger. Is it not the same? Rubberweed mulled over the question for a while, tail twitching. He'd hoped it wasn't. ''I'm a long way from home then, but it wasn't much different...a forest, twolegs, houses.'' Rubberweed murmured. ''There weren't many cars and it was tiny, safe.'' The only dangers were over-excited dogs, and even then they were usually kept on leashes. ''Here is...dryer, wilder.'' Rubberweed sighed. ''I did not think I was so far from home.''

Quietly, Rubberweed dragged the thyme closer to him and bit back a small hiss of pain. ''Thanks, sir.''
Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } Apr 19, 2021 05:13 AM
🦴 | @Unknown

Sir. Gravedigger has been called a lot of things in his life, but never sir. "So, it is a portal of some kind then." He murmurs, not to Rubberweed specifically as his gaze ventures to the marble room once more and the gilded pool contained inside it. Another time, when all these cats were gone, he would be paying it a visit. "Rubberweed sounds like a Clan name," he remarks, eye drifting back to Rubberweed's face. It was a silent invitation to say more on the matter. So long as MistClan or ValeClan didn't come out of his mouth Gravedigger could relax.

Once the poultice covers the wound completely in a colorful mash he places the cobwebs over it, pressing down gently to make certain it sticks. "You're welcome, Rubberweed. You will need to change and clean the wound daily. Come see me again tomorrow, or ask one of the other medicine- healers. They are the white one," he motions to Larksong. "And the dog," he adds before gesturing to Halcyon. He purposefully leaves Will off the list. He still isn't quite sure about that one.

"Is there anything else you need?"
Dinolil1 Apr 19, 2021 08:43 AM
Rubberweed

He hummed, chuckling softly. ''I'd hope so, my uncle taught me little about the clans - though I never joined them, they were gone by the time I set foot into the wilderness.'' Rubberweed explained, a glitter in his eyes. ''He spoke of ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, WindClan and SkyClan.'' Five great clans, though one supposedly already crippled by famine and disease. One was driven out, the others were torn up by guilt and anger, it was a beastly time, Cinderfoot had told him. They'd shattered like ice on a lake and Rubberweed was grateful he did not have to witness it first hand.

''He was from WindClan, appearantly.'' Rubberweed murmured, glancing at Larksong and Halcyon. ''And thank you, I will - cheers.''

Rubberweed slowly rose to his paws, shaking his head. ''No, you can go - I appreciate you taking your time to help me, so I'll help you whenever you need it!'' The grey tom replied cheerfully. ''Any herbs, anything - I'll gather them for you, I can recognise a few of them and I know what's poisonous and what's not so...so yeah.'' Kindness begot kindness, that was the rule Rubberweed went by and he would be a fool to ignore it. @Tate { 🧉 | 🦴 } (Can be the last one if you want, since Rubber is probably going to leave.)
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