- Username: taichi
Clan: house of thieves
Quest Number: #1
Response:
how does your clan's medicine cat (or equivalent of one) heal others-- are they brash and demanding, or patient and kind?
"Well, Ilyrias? What do you say?" Locenhai questioned, small, fine hairs littering his brow as it pulled itself in to a tight line. Impatience brewed up in his veins, but he decided against brash actions for a better chance at clarity. "The king wants to give you this promotion, you are not seen as nothing but a clinician anymore. You are our longest, and our best." Locenhai sighed slightly, frustration webbed in his eyes, as his gaze pierced in to the bodice in front of him. A faint wobble glued in his pawpads.
The chocolate-amber tortie turned their head, their eyes were soft, mouth slightly agape with a curl laying on one side. "No." They responded courtly with a surly expression withering on to their face "Now before I feed you Azalea leaves for wasting my time. What hurts? I know you aren't here just for that."
Sage eyes dulled in a moment, rejection always struck a painful punch but when it had been the only task he had been advised with before a peaceful leave of absence, persistence sprinkled itself in every word. Locenhai's ear twitched, with a frown forming on his face "Not much." he responded, his voice faint, as if it was struggling to escape the chasm of his vocal cords. A kitten's whisper had more strength than the words he had spoke. "I think...I ate something strange. I'm so tired, and I feel so sick". He muttered, as a crawling in his throat disrupted his half-brained daze.
Ilyrias' eyes widened, a faint shake of their pupil was evident. Their immediate thought was the patrol's return from a neighbouring territory. "Saffron from the meadow". They stated, immediately pushing up their haunches and swaying their tail to their side. "Locenhai, did you eat from Saturn's gifts?". A small hum came from the male cat in front of them, acknowledging such, Ilyrias nodded. They strolled toward the larger male and threw a pitiful smile his way "Lean on me, you need to rest." Ilyrias stated calmly, care binded in every syllable which flowed out their mouth.
In small, slow steps, Ilyrias guided Locenhai over toward a small, beaten up couch, stained with endless substances. Ones of which were not identifiable by smell alone. The couch had been utilized years beyond it had should have but that had been a theme for the cats of the house of thieves. Ilyrias nudged the blue tabby tom on the couch, a faint smell of lavender twirling in to their nostrils - a gift from their favourite scout: Saturn. Who would often claim the area of the camp Ilyrias spent the most time in "stunk of death" and "looked like a morgue".
"Ilyrias, I really can't. The king needs me to run errands" Locenhai wheezed, trying to push up on to his paws. His accompaniment left silence drawn in the air as they walked away to a corner. With an inhale, the tom attempted to stand, only to be forced down by another body. As shock slithered away he grunted, seeing Ilyrias' body pushing his own down.
Ilyrias smirked a little and dropped a bundle of herbs in front of Locenhai. "Eat". they demanded, pushing down on the tom's paws.
Locenhai winced with the pain, although a kind-hearted feline, Ilyrias was not one to argue with when it came to caring for the sick. They would always get what they wanted, and that's what made them the best clinician they had seen in moons. He leant down and sniffed the herbs, permitting his heart to give in, he opened his mouth to pick them up and chew.
A pressured weight left his paws, and a warmth crawled under his chin. Locenhai looked down to see Ilyrias curling up in to him.
Ilyrias smiled "You are going to feel awful Locenhai. You shouldn't feel it alone. I gave you some Yarrow, it's used for poison, and well, you may vomit. It's not pretty I know" they cooed. A light purr cascading out of their jaws. "There's also some stinging nettle seeds in there, they do same thing really. I want to give you some poppy seeds too, so you can be rested well, but not until we get everything out of your system. If you think about leaving, I will make you feel worse, okay? So just rest." Ilyrias grumbled, their threat was not to be taken lightly.
[ooc; eek, writers block near middle-end, will rewrite soon!]
Word Count: 733 words
