Wandering Ways, a warrior (1x1 between boba_tree and Alpha*)

[Ratfish]

Dawnstripe-med cat

dawn wakes up with a jolt. he looks to discover that the tom had woken up before him. he sit back down, and wonders of what to say. "That was some fox. I am Dawnstripe, and what might your name be?" he looks down at the unmoving body of the dead fox that the stranger had killed.

[Alpha*]

FallenRains

Blue eyes blink, he's trying to ignore the pain in his throat, "Fallen." Rasps the silver cat, throat swollen from the fox bite. "Names Fallen." Ulgh, my throat hurts. This cat is avoiding his gaze, as if he'd have gone through all that trouble saving his life to turn around and maim or kill him! "Thanks..patching.. me." The silver cat manages to say, "be... going.. now."

He turns and on three paws begins to walk away from the medicine cat. After all, why would he be wanted? Besides, he doesn't want to run into a patrol in the shape he's in, nomatter that he could take them, it would hurt, and he doesn't feel like it. He pulls his red cloth around his neck, reminding himself that he'd have to only eat soft meals for a week or so. Would this cat call his clan to fight him? He only crossed the border because of the yelp of this cat who didn't seem to know what to do in a fight...

Ears flick, listening, and the cat called Fallen mentally scoffs, Why wouldnt he want to call the clan cats i smell on his pelt? Im just a loner. the loner adjusts his stance as he prepares to jump to another tree and branch, blue eyes flicking to judge the distance. Find nettle and comfery help my thoat, avoid poppy, too bad i dont know around here well enough, id like some honey. Haunches bunch beneath the spectral he-cat, ears flicking, he puts his claws away - knowing he'd let them back out as he lands. Fallen swallows painfully, ignoring how his shoulder aches and almost seems to scream - it'd pop in when it's ready to, or it wouldn't and he'd learn to live with the pain.

[Ratfish]

Dawnstripe - med cat

dawn looks at fell as he slowly walks away. judging from the many scars that plaster his body, the tom has probably seen far worse. he would probably be fine. but as he was about to return to camp, he felt something odd. it was as if there was something telling him to go after the loner. dawn took it as a sign from starclan, and padded towards the cat. "you know, thunderclan could use a warrior like you. I-I could speak with cloudstar, and we could work things out" the medicine cat stammered. he was unsure of what the answer would be, but starclan new he wasn't going to leave fallen.

[Alpha*]

Fallen

He'd just jumped from the one limb to the other when he'd been called after; surprise causes him to not react in time and he falls from the tree he'd been trying to land on. He makes no noise besides a soft, 'oof!' when he lands. His dislocated leg had taken the brunt of his landing and had crashed back into socket. When he stands he rolls his shoulders with a grimace, "Leaf'n'star." Is grunted at his pain. He doesn't say more than that, just turns back to the stranger with blue eyes that are waiting for explanation.

ThunderClan?

He blinks, sitting on the ground, flexing his toes to get feeling back into them - well, besides pain. THAT wasn't how he'd imagined getting his shoulder back into place. He hooks that injured leg into the faded red cloth, to rest it. "Why.. neck-out.. fo' me?" He asks voice shredded from pain and the fox bite. Why would this cat risk their place in a clan for some cat they don't know? He winces then, swallowing carefully "don't wan' you.. trouble..for.. me."

[Ratfish]

Dawnstripe
thunderclan, medcat

"but you saved me! if it wasn't for you, I would be dead. it is the least I can do" he replies. "also, you are in awful shape. I can't just leave you like this!"

[Alpha*]

Fallen

His mouth opens and he silently laughs, eyes squinting and glimmering with humor; Awful shape? Sure he is. But as suspected he HAS lived through worse. His sorry shape isn't nearly as bad as what he'd survived under the Mera and Rolyuk in particular. But... Isn't this what you wanted? To go home. To be in a clan. It wasn't your fault Fallen! You can go back. It's alright. Here's your way in... okay? is thought in the back of his mind, and it definitely decides the loner.

He timidly nods, "been.. wantin'.... ta join." Is offered in a rasp, his hurting pulling his usual fight from his body. Taking a deep breath he breathes in old herbs, old blood, and then the particular scent of this cat who calls himself DawnStripe. What a name that is! (But is he really one to talk with the name of Fallen?? (Fallen is better than Cursed or FalseOmen. ) "could leave... wouldna..stop you." Is assured tiredly - though he'd just woke up he knows sleeping and food and maybe some herbs would help him heal. "Sure.. itsss safe.. for me?" Is whispered nervously. Why should the Clan accept him? "Mmma threat."

A particularly skilled threat is what he is. The tomcat takes a cautious step forward, mentally pushing his pain back when all he really wants is to rest. "Thanks... healer. Go with...you. " He does wince then, his throat hurts just as much as his shoulder.

A thought crosses his mind; did this cat REALLY know herbs, or just slap plants onto him and hope they worked? He closes those incredibly blue eyes and inhales the pungent mixture of flora that is connected to his fur. Marigold, Comfrey,... willowbark, feverfew and lovage. Chervil, daisy leaf. Good... maybe I'll survive this healing, must know what hes doing. his eyes open, "please... lead.. th'way." But what about boneset or yarrow? Even wild garlic? Rushes? For the shoulder. For infection. He painfully swallows. Maybe he doesn't know. I'll tell him, or treat myself later.

[Ratfish]

Dawnstripe -thunderclan med cat

"I am sure it will be fine. Cloudstar accepts almost all cats, even loners" he replies as they both make their way to camp. the chief was a very welcoming cat, accepting loners and kittypets into their ranks. though one of the main reasons being that the clans numbers were slowly dwindling. cats leaving, having kits with riverclan cats, and overall breaking the warriors code. many blamed cloud for being too soft, and taking in "untrustworthy cats". they padded on through the forest until they met a clearing with many dens. they had arrived at thunderclan.

[Alpha*]

Fallen

He doesn't say anything as they walk; instead his blue eyes catalog escape routes and possible hold ups. They enter the camp and he feels his shoulders tense, even though it hurts - he has all four paws ready for fighting, though it would certainly delay the healing of his injuries. (Outwardly he looks absolutely serene, inwardly he is ready to be aggressive.) "Ery'body have .. names.. like you?" Is questioned in an undertone, "Cloud...star, Dawn..stripe?"

Someone yells that the medicine cat is back. Medicine cat? is thought by the loner, its rapidly followed by a, "DawnStripe is back! " He blinks at the information. He sees the many dens, many cats. How many are they? He spots an apprentice run towards a higher spot, a rock, yowling out about a "Theres a loner in the camp!" and another cat calling for this CloudStar to be fetched. The silver cat fights the urge to bristle - spying a rabbit on a pile of mice and small birds. Seeing a large orange she-cat drop another kill, a vole, and another - a small tabby cat - pick up the squirrel that's off to one side. He sees other cats coming from the dens inside the camp, surrounding the pair of injured cats. There is muttering about why this medicine cat has injuries, why the silvery cat is with the medicine cat. Why do they reek of fox blood? Why are they hurt? Where has DawnStripe been? Who is the silver cat? Why is the loner with the medicine cat?

Fallen meets their gazes with his own blue eyes, head high as he waits to be attacked. His tail is pulled to twist around one ankle.

[Ratfish]

Dawnstripe -med cat- thunderclan

as they are surrounded by cats, he is overwhelmed, but stands his ground. "stay back! he is injured and I don't want it getting any worse" he yells. the cats all seem to take a step back, and then a voice rings out "make way! our glorious chief has arrived! all our perils will be solved! I SAID make way!" all the cats collectively groan. it was silentstep, the deputy. unlike his name, he can be extremely obnoxious, and he is always trying to butter up the chief. "pipe down step!" says the chief, now annoyed by his rambling. before silentstep can utter one of his "heartfelt apologies" he pads over to dawnstripe and fallenrains. "ah, dawnstripe. welcome back. we were about to send out a patrol looking for you. and who might this be?" he motions to the loner. "well" dawnstripe says "he saved me from a fox, and he would like to join thunderclan's ranks". cloudstar silently inspects the newcomer, forming an answer.

[Alpha*]

Fallen

His ears flick as he listens to these strangers mutter and mumble about him being there. A gray cat with a black paw steps forward, "all by himself? That's impossible!" Is hissed by that same cat; The orange she-cat from before bristles, "that's right! Did he just run it off? Any number of us can run off a fox!" Those blue eyes turn on her, and he watches in silence as she cringes under his cold gaze.

Whiskers twitch in amusement and he turns to look at this... chief.. this... CloudStat. Never having been a respector of persons he doesn't bow to this cat - Instead he sits down as his leg hurts, but he's prepared to jump, to flee. There are just over thirty cats, and that number he knows he can't take - up to five, maybe. "....Hello." Is grunted, and it's clear that what he says is hard on his swollen throat. "You-re... Cl-cloud-Starr." There's a slight wince when he's done saying that.

"What's wrong with him?" Cries a kit, poking her head out from between an older cats' legs. "He sounds funny!" Fallens' eyes soften when the kit in question totters up go him, laying her white paws against his, "does it hurt?"

He nods cautiously, "Be... alr-alright, litt-le one." Is assured gently, warmly. He watches as she stretches up on her back feet... and he obediently stoops so she can reach him.

His ears warm with embarrassment when the shy kit licks his throat with a miniscule tongue before exclaiming, "kisses make everything better, mama says so!" The kit gags at the flavor of old fox blood and the loner softly chuckles - "your fur is gross!" Is exclaimed, "was it to help DawnStripe?" The older cats bristle in his direction, but he is ignoring them. He won't hurt a kit, he'd die first.

They're just being protective after all.

"Yes. When... i fought.. fox. You.. taste... fox blood." His smile grows across his scarred face when he answers, "thank..you." He sits back up as the kit heads back into the crowd, the smile dispersing from his muzzle.