tw: slight(?) gore, anger, death mention, starvation ❛❛ My dear sweet child, that's what I do. That's what I live for. To help unfortunate cats like yourself. Poor souls with no one else to turn to. ❜❜ ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ Craftysolace gritted her teeth, watching through angry sapphire eyes as cats lounged around. Did nothing as the rest of the clan starved. Did nothing as kits, apprentices, fellow warriors, and elders succumbed to sickness and starvation. Ty had to watch as her brother, Lavenderfog, became skeletal, a mere husk of what he used to be. All because some warriors couldn't do what they were supposed to. All because they were lazy. Lazy excuses for cats who couldn't get up from their nests to do what they were trained to do. Sol worked every day--but she didn't get a lick of credit...from cats other than her family. None of the medics did. They were just cats there to heal. So the clan didn't go fully extinct. When the cats came in every day, needing treatment, needing assistance. What was she supposed to do? Well...there was always the plan. But they'd need permission for that. ❛❛ And I help them? Yes, I do. ❜❜ ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ Yet she helped those cats anyway. Helped the strongest ones, helped the lazy, poor excuses of cats. That was her job. She had enjoyed it. She did enjoy it. She loved what she did. But some cats didn't always deserve to be healed--just to get back out there and do /nothing/. ❛❛ Pathetic. Poor unfortunate souls, in pain, in need. ❜❜ ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ Bloom decided to do something. She had to. While she waited for validation of the plan. Ace would heal. Ce would help. Of course she would help. That's what medics do. And that's what bloom would do forever, help these cats until the flesh sagged off her bones. Because she enjoyed it. It made her feel like she was worth something. But those cats who were /weak/. And /lazy/. Once the plan was put into play. They would pay. For Lavenderfog. For Novapaw. For Spiritvoyage. For the countless lives the clan lost because of laziness, present and past. ❛❛ Come on, you poor unfortunate soul, go ahead, make your choice-- I'm a very busy woman, and I haven't got all day ❜❜ ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ She'd win. For all the clan had lost. And maybe those lazy and incompetent cats would learn to shape up. Actually try. Actually appreciate what the medics do. Actually provide for the clan. Bloom tore her angry gaze away and stalked into the medic den, tail lashing angrily. They'd see. Once the plan was in motion. They'd have to see. So no one else had to die. ❛❛ You poor unfortunate soul, it's sad, but true If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll ❜❜ ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ ...erp... whoopsies Crafty might be starting a small evil arc. She's really mad that some cats aren't working for the clan, and blames said lazy cats for the death of her brother. Basically, she's gonna keep healing everyone, but once that plan goes into action, she'll fully back it and help cats with their...debts. You can't know the plan, so don't ask. She'll get over it after her kits are born. Or when spring comes. *shrugs* ...Maybe. [CREDITS] Lavenderfog: Novapaw: Spiritvoyage: Song: Poor Unfortunate Souls by Pat Carroll Art: me ()
