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AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN
When Cicada had arrived in camp, Sable had sent anyone with injuries to see the tom to be treated with whatever meager supplies had been scrounged up after stumbling into their new 'camp'. Wolfs own time came sometimes after sun up, when he was excused from his guard post up top and told to find Cicada.
He didn't see the point– he was banged up a bit, but nothing that food and rest wouldn't take care of. Besides, he wasn't really sure what they expected this cat to do for him. Wolf wasn't even sure he trusted all this 'medicine cat' stuff, having not seen any other cats with the skill to heal like that before. Surely packing wounds with plants and eating random seeds didn't actually do anything.
But there were rules to play by here, even if Wolf had always liked to keep things fast and loose. If it was 'normal' to have someone fuss over your buts and bruises here, he'd humor them– today, at least. Making promises for the future weren't his thing, not when he was so quick to change his mind and motivations based on what suited him in the moment. What he had patience for today might become insufferable tomorrow, and if it did he wouldn't force himself to entertain it.
But today, today the mottled tom was playing nice.
"You're Cicada, right?" he asked, giving the other a quick once over, recognizing them from the colony and as the cat who'd shown up late to their new camp. Beyond that, the odd-eyed cat had no real thoughts or feelings on them, just one of many who'd followed after Sable.
"I told them it wasn't all my blood, but they still wanted you to clear me for work, first." he explained, gesturing to the clumped, matted fur along his legs, chest, and throat. It was obvious that an attempt to groom himself had been made, with one of his paws and legs a bit tinder than the other, but it was hard to clean up when he was also trying to keep alert for any threats that might come creeping up on the group.
@CICADA.
loner/future shadowclan - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars