A Little Spot of Sunshine

[Brighteye]

Juniper of the Sun had been traveling through a scrubby flatland for some days now, the cat-smell getting stronger and stronger. She turned to her traveling companion, an elder tom who insisted he had no name. You all right, Old Tom? she asked through a leaf bundle in her mouth. It's been a while since we rested The old tom laid down.
I regret to say that I must stop; my paws cannot go on without your magics.

Silly, it's not magics, just some herbal ointment she said, and she set down the bundle. Juney bent down over Old Tom's tortured feet, where dog teeth had been embedded over his own claws, making each step painful. Sh dropped the leaf bundle and spread the ointment inside over the paws. There. Now just rest Juney laid down to rest herself.

Like a proper medicine cat said Old Tom, before drifting off to sleep.

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

What an interesting sight.

With barely the slightest rattle, the leaves of one of the land's many scrub-bushes parted; a she-cat stepped from the foliage.
Her fur was very light. Most of it was white, but patches of light gray were scattered here and there. Her eyes were two different colors, one fierce electric yellow, the other serene blue.

She stood with her head tilted down, watching the unknown cats with her slanted, intelligent mismatched eyes.

One cat held a bundle of leaves. The smell from those leaves was strong, and they tugged on one of te she-cat's memories: they were herbs, like the Clan cats used.

The other cat was an old tom, and was that-- dog teeth on his paws?

Kestrel, monarch of RisingClan, said nothing and passed no judgement. She merely waited, in ghostly silence, to see how the strange pair reacted.

^I'm alive

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[Brighteye]

Juniper of the Sun twisted around at the sound of rustling feet- her twisted back legs prevented her from moving faster. She peered in to the brush, the sun glinting on her purple-brown coat. Hello? she said, Who's there?!!

OOC: I'll have to leave soon ;-;

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

Kestrel gave something best described as a half-grin. She was standing in plain sight...though the sunlight here was pretty bright today, especially if one was not used to it.

"Greetings, cats," she called. "What business have you here?"

^I'm alive

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[Brighteye]

Juniper squinted and shuffled to the side. There. Less sun in her eyes. She saw a gray and white she-cat with mismatched eyes standing in the brush. A breeze picked up, ruffling the other cat's fur in a strange way. Like feathers she thought. Juney remembered that the other cat had spoken.

We have no particular buisness, she answered warily, But if this is your territory, we could leave. Juniper was almost certain that this was the cat's territory, possibly with other cats under her command, from the air of authority that the she-cat had. Juney glanced at Old Tom, who was still sleeping. However, if this is your territory, I'd like to ask if we could have permission to hunt. She tried not to wince. Like either of them could really hunt. I could pay you back, if you need a medicine cat.

OOC: Guess what? It's supposed to be dog teeth, not dog claws . I'll go change that.

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

A gleam came into Kestrel's multicolored eyes at the newcomer's words.
This cat did not seem hostile. No...this cat was a healer.

Her faint half-grin grew more pronounced, though there was no malice at all on her face.
Sweeping her tail around her, she meowed, "The land upon which you currently stand belong to RisingClan. You may hunt here if you like, but if you are too tired, I shall fetch you some prey. No cat goes hungry on my land, whether they are a RisingClanner or a loner."

BoneClan, however, was welcome to starve. And good riddance to them.

Now Kestrel's mismatched eyes became curious. "You have no home, cats?"

^I'm alive

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[Brighteye]

No, she said, no home at all. And thank you for offering food. Juniper did not miss the look in the RisingClan cat's eyes upon hearing that she was a healer. At this point she considered Old Tom to be her responsibility, and that meant taking steps toward his long-term care. The elder was beginning to stir from his sleep anyway.

So, RisingClan, huh? Do you have a medicine cat? If not, I'd be happy to be your's.

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

Now Kestrel actually did smile, a rare occurence for her. With a flick of her tail, she turned and padded away.

"Follow me," she called over her shoulder. "There's probably some fresh-kill in camp, and you both should rest. If you find RisingClan to your liking, you may stay. In fact, we are in great need of a cat with healing skills. But if you wish to continue on, then I will allow you to pass through."

She paused at the top of one of RisingClan's dozens of hills. She sighed softly, admiring the rolling hills, sweeping brushlands, and vast sky of her homeland.
"The camp is not far from here. When you arrive, you may get comfortable, and feel free to fetch some prey."

^I'm alive

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[Brighteye]

Thank you, Juniper said, I believe I shall stay. She nudged Old Tom and he rose.
C'mon, elder, she said quietly, We're going home.
OOC: RisingClan has a medicine cat!