ღ Everybody Needs a Little Fixer-Upper ღ [Forbidden Love]

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    Troutsplash of FableClan



    The speckled medicine cat lead his way towards a grouping of garlic growing among thick ivy, his scent showered in garlic and mouse vile. He clamped his jaws around the stem of a garlic bulb, and yanked his head back till the bulb snapped from its roots. He purred in delight and placed it at his paws to groom down his paws.
    Troutsplash enjoyed the life he had, personally. He never minded or cared to have a mate or kits, nor did he mind never seeing the world clearly. You see, Trout was only made medicine cat because an illness had driven his vision into a foggy film, and never healed properly, making him have unfocused vision. He can see outlines of cats and bright colors, but he would never be able to see like a true warrior would.
    The curious tom picked up his remaining herbs and headed down the border to FogClan, FableClan's enemy in which they were currently at war with. He couldn't tell he was walking on the border, due to the high stench of garlic on him.

    HoneyWillow was hunting on her own when she saw a med-cat. She stopped and hide behind a tree. She ewas going to wait until he came to her.

    Troutsplash swerved his way around shrubs and trees, till he bumped him nose into a rather thick tree, coated in a foreign scent. He flinched and backed up, hoping he wasn't in foreign territory.

    She stepped from behind the tree and got in his face " why are you on ashclans territory" she hissed. He knew she couldn't hurt. Medicine cat but she was hoping she could at least scare him.

    "A-ah!" Trout's backfur prickled and he took a few steps back, meeting nose-to-nose with a young feline, as he could recall from her voice. "S-sorry! I didn't know..."

    " You know what they say! ashclan cats eat other clan cats"
    She hissed with a small laugh. " you ready to be eaten" she smirked.

    "N-no!" he stuttered, backing up from the mallicious she-cat. "I-I don't taste good. I taste like herbs! I'm a medicine cat!" he excused gruffly, the slender and tall speckled tom backing further and further away from the AshClan cat.

    She smirked " med-cats taste the best" she smiled and licked he lips " mmmm med-cat for dinner. Sounds tasty" she smiled trying my to laugh.

    Troutsplash couldn't help but scream like a little girl, and bolted away from the mallicious she-cat. He ran, faster and faster, till he headed straight for a tree he didn't see coming. He smacked his head against the wood of the tree, and fell over, his body twitched as his nose bled.

    He caught up to him and couldn't help but laugh " You know I wasn't going to eat you right" she smiled. " are you okay?" She asked.

    "Baaah..." he exhaled, gazing up wearily at her. "How was I supposed to know? And you shouldn't do that. I probably got brain damage or something now..." he complained, wiping the blood away with a paw as he sat up to face the she-cat.

    "Well, I dunno." he shrugged. "You sounded pretty intimidating to me." he smiled. "Then again, I can't tell if you look shady or not, cause my vision isn't all that well. I'm Troutsplash, by the way." he gave her a curt nod.

    "That looks bad. Let me grab some cobwebs" she got up and grabbed some cobwebs." Here" she help out her paw. There were cob webs on it.

    Troutsplash's ears twitched at her sudden kindness and he leaned forward, letting her tend to his wound. "T-thank you." he stuttered, slightly flushed.