Restoring order and bringing hope...

[Lucky]

Giddyheart looked over at the she-cat not sitting to far from him, and smiled. We was about to go over to her, but another cat spoke behind him. He whipped around and saw a new cat, one he had not met. Hello there Firetheory. I'm Giddyheart. I dont' believe we've met.

He looked at Andromeda and mouthed, 'We'll talk later'.

Then he looked back at the tom standing in front of him. It doesn't really have anything to do with him being injured. It's that... I think she likes him. He sighed, You see sir, she used to like me but we... we broke up at the Gathering. He looked away slightly. He was expecting some, 'You shouldn't worry about her, blablabla,' but he felt sad, and wished he could at least get an explanation out of her.

[Firetheory]

He listened to the tan tom, flicking his ears here and there. "No need to call me sir, i'm not that old," He said with a chuckle. He looked up as he mouthed something to Andromeda, and sighed. He was no lovecourt nor matchmaker, just a young tom with a certain affinity for the wind.

He turned his head to look at the she-cat and the tom. "Very likely.. But does he like her back?" He asked, his eyes still on the tom and the two she-cats. He didn't know their history or friendship with eachother. He didn't know very much anybody, for that matter. Speaking of which..

"Ah, I am new here is why. Got accepted by Lillystar recently," He said calmly, turning back to look at him

[Lucky]

Giddyheart laughed. Then his sad and angry mood returned. Ok Firetheory, he sighed, his head down.

I don't know if he likes her back, and I don't care to know. I just know she doesn't like me.

The tan tom looked at the group. His tail lashed angrily and he looked at the tom. I'm sorry if I seem rude Firetheory. I'm just troubled, that's all. His ears twitched. I gave up everything for her. My father still might be alive if I hadn't have left him for her.

[Bovine]

Go talk to them. Mister nudged her shoulder encouragingly, urging her to join a group of cats. It wasn't wise to be a stranger in your own clan.
But wait, I don't know them.
Well you're not gonna if you don't at least say hello.
But--
She was cut off by a stern look from her tabby companion.
In reality though, Mister could not be seen by the other cats of MistClan...or any cats for that matter. Nor could he be heard. You see, he is a hallucination produced by Bluepaw's schizophrenic mind. A figment of her imagination.
But he was very real to her, oh yes. As far as she knew, he could walk, talk, eat, and breath just like any normal tomcat.

Grudgingly, Bluepaw got up and started to pad over to the group of cats made up of Firetheory, Giddyheart, and Andromeda; looking back over her shoulder as if to ask Mister if it was really necessary. Still, he urged her on with the nod of his head, following her the whole way.
As she came to the edge of the group, still not letting herself get too close to them, she spoke in a quickly-spoken, muffled tone, her eyes looking at the ground.
Hi,mynameisBluepaw.
She flicked her eyes up for a fraction of a moment to get a glance at the group, checking to see if she had gone unnoticed.
Yet again, the blue-grey shecat turned her head to look back at Mister, who gave her a look that said, Go on.
AndmyfriendMistersaidIshouldintroducemyselftoyouguys.
She finished with a quick intake of breath, as if she couldn't believe what she had just done.
Oh how she just wanted to retreat back to a secluded part of camp so she could watch things from afar.

[Lucky]

Giddyheart, who was paying attention more to Firetheory and Andromeda, couldn't help to turn and laugh. Then he nodded a curt hello. Hello Bluepaw. I'm Giddyheart. Nice to meet you. Apparently, this cat didn't want to talk too much, and he wanted to hear what Firetheory had to say. He would talk to Bluepaw more later.

[Firetheory]

"There is no point in blaming yourself for the past," He stated calmly, his tail softly laying over his soft paws. "My idea is you move on as well. Find another cat to love, it shouldn't be hard to find one." He chuckled and glanced around at all the cats. Every size, shape, shade, personality..

He turned his attention to the small apprentice who had approached. He glanced up and around the clearing. Mister... Hm. He gave a polite smile. "'Tis nice to meet you, Bluepaw." He returned his attention back to Giddyheart. "Though I am sorry to say about your father. Whom was he, if I may ask? If he was indeed a rogue," He stated calmly, flicking his tail and eyes shining keenly.

[Onyxdart]

Andromeda turned to look at the apprentice. My goodness, but she talked fast. She looked shy, too. Andromeda knew the feeling.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you. I'm Andromeda," she said, after Giddyheart and Firetheory had both said hello and gone back to their conversation. The bigger she-cat crouched so she was more on level with the apprentice. Her eyes glanced back towards the clearing- there was no other cat there, but Andromeda saw no reason to tell Bluepaw that.

"How are you?" she asked, rather than asking about this "Mister" of Bluepaw's.

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[Lucky]

Giddyheart nodded to Firetheory. Yeah, I guess you're right. No use wanting something I can't have. He chuckled, trying to follow the tom's gaze, only to be confused at what he was looking at and look to Bluepaw. He was going to talk to her some more, but she was already talking to Andromeda. Andromeda... What a nice name. He wanted to talk to her too. He hadn't in a long time. But she was talking to Bluepaw, and the tan tom didn't want to be rude. He'd talk to her later. He stared at her out of his periferil vision, and thought about what Firetheory had said, and what he had been missing...

[Lazy Bristle]

ooc - just so you know, Giddy, Andromeda and Medium are crushin' on each other...

[Lazy Giddy]

OOc: Ok, thanks for that. I won't intrude.

[Bovine]

Bluepaw looked up slightly at the shecat that spoke; she wasn't usually this terribly shy. But it was awkward with this 'meeting new cats' thing...
Hullo, Miss Andromeda... was her mumbled reply.
She recieved a cuff from Mister for this, which made her quickly recoil her head and give a glare at him from over her shoulder.
He could be so troublesome sometimes.
'Mind your manners'
'Go make new friends'
'Don't be so anti-social'
But she knew he meant well, so she decided to give some more effort.
She straightened up a bit and spoke more clearly, though still quiet from nerves,
My name's Bluepaw, and I'm doin' okay I guess. Just a bit..shy.
The silveryblue shecat then motioned behind her with the flick of her tail,
And this is my friend, Mister.
Mister gave and ever-so-slightly forlorn look towards his friend, who seemed not to notice.
He knew something she didn't....
But all the same, he politely dipped his head in greeting.

[Firetheory]

Firetheory got to his feet, seeing how this Giddyheart was taking care of himself afterall. He hadn't answered his question, but the thought did not bother him too much. He had to tend to the one called Shadowstreak. He peered down at her, anxiousness in his golden eyes, and shouldered her onto his back, being extremely careful at his work so as not to worsen any wounds, almost like he had practice. His fire-red and white pelt gave off a good contrast to her darker one, but he seemed to have no signs of problems with carrying her. Goes to show a lot went under the fur, where strong muscles were at work. He strided past the two she-cats, having troubles with the one tom, but not arrogantly.

... Never arrogantly.

He had no idea whom this 'medicine cat' was, but he had an idea to take her hear, since it was where the others were leading him. He lay her down upon the nearest comfy spot he could find, it wasn't hard. He retrieved some fluff and moss from the nearest storage and lined her with it to make a comfortable bedding. He had no miracles at healing, for his calling was with a warrior, but he had the sense to quietly take the bare minimum of cobweb he could find before patting it gently upon her wounds.

[Snowstar]

Snowstar bowed her head. "Thank you, Lillystar, your courtesy will not be forgotten by Stoneclan," She said softly, and might have gone unheard by the cats around her. There was enough noise to cover it, for sure. She paused for a heartbeat to watch the two warriors being helped to what Snowstar assumed to be the Medicine Cat's den, having half a mind to go help. However, Mistclan was filled with cats, and they were sure to have a lot more help. Snowstar turned and swept gracefully from Mistclan camp, flicking her tail for Dragonpelt to do the same. She expecting no troubles on the borders. If there was, Snowstar would be ready..

[Wolfwings]

Tinderspark noticed his sister was finally being tended to and he followed the two-toned tom slowly. So far he'd relied on Rustshade to tell him about the Clan and what was alright to ask and to do, but now that tom lay unconscious before him. He was so scared and confused. All he'd come here for was to see his sister, and now she lay in a bloody heap before his very eyes. The same dark blue eyes, the color of the night sky...eyes that saw everything.

"Excuse me...I didn't get your name, but that's my sister you carried over here..." he said timidly to Firetheory.

[Firetheory]

"Indeed. There was nobody else to help her.." He said, almost defensively like it was an accusation, peering irritably at the rest of his clan mates. He began to think it over, and he looked up at Tinderspark, though he did not know his name.

"They call me Firetheory. May I ask your dubbing?" He questioned curiously, his long tail sweeping over Shadowstreak, giving a gentle push with the cobwebs into her wounds to help stop the bleeding.

He was no medicine cat, indeed, however, life in Rogue Meadows was harsh for any cat, and he was fortunate enough to learn some skills of healing, for the aftermath of a fight that sometimes broke out over the Meadows. He peered back at Tinderspark innocently, ensuring him that he was not harming his sister.

[Wolfwings]

Tinderspark mentally recoiled at the slightly harsh tone with which he was received. Sitting back on his haunches, he looked at Firetheory with concern in his eyes.

"I didn't mean for it to sound that way...I am grateful for your help..." he said. "My name is Tinderspark and I am not from this Clan...I merely came here for my sister whom I have not seen for years...but things have sort of fallen apart..." The firey tom looked down at his white paws, eyes narrowed in sadness.

[Firetheory]

Firetheory looked up, almost with shock in his eyes, but a kind smile folded over his maw. "I did not intend to make it sound harsh, Tinderspark. I am merely surprised nobody had helped her sooner... This clan, it should help one another, not focus on one cat alone," He said calmly, though no hate sounded in his voice of the cats who had helped Rustshade. Both cats could use all the help they could get.

"Yes, I'd heard of you... You'd come to see your sister, i'd heard. But she was not here, I was told.

... Though, I send my regards. I must say she sounded like very much the nice cat," He said gravely, bowing his head. "Sometimes Life was meant to fall apart."

[Wolfwings]

The firey colored tom visibly relaxed. Perhaps this tom would take him in as Rustshade had. Maybe they could even be friends.

"Yes...it is a shame that no one came for her sooner...though she has been gone a while and all..." he couldn't really come up with anything to say. "Do you really think so highly of my sister...one you've never met?" Firetheory's position on the matter interested him.

[Snowstar]

"Of course, why not think highly of one? Unless you prove otherwise, I do not see why not for the case," He said quietly, tail flicking softly, soothingly, quietly. "Why not take the chance before you know one?" He asked, almost cheerfully. He was growing to like this tom, indeed. Perhaps they would grow to be good friends.

[Lucky]

Giddyheart figured that the time at the meeting was done. He had forgotten to answer Firetheory's last question, but he was talking to someone. Giddyheart shrugged cooley. Maybe he'd see Firetheory later and answer his question then. Or maybe he'd see him tomorrow. The tan tom stood up, stretched, and yawned. He waved his tail as a 'Good Night' to anyone who might look at him at that time, and padded into the Warriors Den for a good night's sleep. Or... morning...