SOMEBODY MIXED MY MEDICINE && OPEN TRESPASSER + MEET AND GREET

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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Limping forwards, the male still had BHR scent all over his body, which the cub assumed didn't matter because he decided to do his research before visiting clans. He learned from his mistakes of visiting and trespassing the Exiles without really knowing what he was actually going into. And he payed the price. But he was sure Windclan was nice. The serval cub was in a pool and staring at his reflection. The cuts were still seeping blood and pus, though they were healing better then last night where the flesh had turned a sickly shade of black. Linx stretched out and splashed water onto his face, before his narrowed olive optics flickered around, looking for someone or something. Anyone, really. He was fine with that. Well, he wasn't. He was nervous. But he had to do this. No kid his age would be stupid enough to visit all clans, but Linx.. he wanted to try something different. He wanted to know his neighbors and this was exactly what he'd do.


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    Howl padded over, eyes wide with a friendly smile. "Hello sir; who're you?" asked the tall kitten as he sat down, tail flicking cheerfully.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8]Unlike Howl, the child's name was one of Sam's least concerns: in fact, it was one of the last things that even came to her mind. Instead the infected wounds littering the child's body were the first things that had drew in Sam's attention, and as a result the lioness wore a concerned scowl that knitted her eyebrows tightly together as she approached in a brisk trot, careful to avoid puddles upon her approach. She was far enough away to watch Linx splash water onto his face before she had arrived, briefly coming to a stop alongside the son of Coralie before continuing forward in an attempt to get closer to Linx without chasing the serval cub off. "Hi, sweetheart." Although her voice was sweet considering she was talking to a child, the concern about his condition was laced thickly in her tone and she did little to hide it, letting her hazel gaze roam over his battered form. Had he been attacked? The cuts seemed a little to deep and numerous to be simply from travel, although the thought that somebody was heartless enough to rough up a child like this was enough to make her stomach churn unpleasantly. "I'm Sam. You're in WindClan territory." She summarized briefly, motioning to her surroundings with a broad whip of her rope-like tail, lowering her head slightly to hesitantly sniff at Linx. "I can take care of those cuts for you." One of the last things she was concerned about was whether or not he was joining, especially considering his condition: while it wasn't exactly life threatening, if it was left to sit unattended it would undoubtedly hinder the young child. Why let that happen when Sam could so easily prevent it?


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    The serval cub grimaced a little more, and was about to turn away because he gave up on any windclanners appearing when he heard a voice, and the serval slowly turned around, olive eyes narrowing at the other kitten, tail beginning to lash. Oh. A kid like him. Disappointing, but something said that perhaps they could be friends? No, that was impossible. Linx lived somewhere else. Not here. Linx shook his head a little and grumbled, before sighing and saying, "Linx Greyjoy from the blackheart rouges." He said, glancing down at his paws and then he turned around when a second voice came out of seemingly nowhere and his olive coloured orbs landed on Sam, curiosity bright in his eyes. "Yes please." Linx said begrudgingly, showing her the blackened flesh.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8]Linx Greyjoy? What an interesting name, Sam had to observe. It wasn't quite within the "norm" that she had heard within most Clans, although it was a little strange for being such a normal name like her own. She gave a small nod of her head in acknowledgement toward the serval's words as she shrugged off her satchel, dropping it next to her. "Linx." Sam toyed with the name as she unhooked the faux leather bag, her scowl loosening as a gentle smile pulled the corners of her lips upward gently. Rummaging through her bag until she pulled out a thick swath of marigold, the lioness made quick work of chewing them into a poultice. Applying them in copious amounts atop the crusted wounds, a small grimace briefly flitting across her features. "What happened to you?" She inquired in a hushed voice once her mouth was clear of the herb, finding that she wasn't keen on asking the question as loudly as she had been stating her other thoughts. Reaching through her bag once more, Sam pulled out rolls of cobwebs and began to gently apply the sticky material atop the poultice. The scent of another group under the thick stench of blood and septic wounds reminded the lioness of his previous words about where he had come from, and Sam's lips pressed into a thin line as she backed away a few steps once she was finished. "The Blackheart Rogues?" She'd never heard of the group, although Sam was incredibly sheltered when it came to other Clans and groups aside from WindClan. She had lived up in a mountain most of her life, after all, and thus didn't exactly get exposure to the changing times happening far down the mountain. "We can escort you home, once you're healed." She offered lightly, casting a glance behind her shoulder briefly before her hazel optics flicked back to rest on Linx. "Or you can stay here. Up to you, really."


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    Eyes wide as she saw the other serval, the kitten would prick her ears before coming forth more, eyes narrowing slightly as she saw the cuts and scratches on the male's pelt. The question of 'what happened' flickered through her mind, though that was already asked, causing the feline to not be able to think of anything else to say.
    For then, she'd stay quiet.

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    Wait, he hadn't noticed her cuts? Howl's face flushed with embarrassment. "Uh, how can I help?"

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    [justify]Freipaw was quite wary of trespassers. He had padded over, his glaring optics scoring the area and the visitor in question. However, noticing it was an injured child, the tom seemed to visibly relax, although there was still this rigid air about him as he observed. He wouldn't say anything, feeling no need for it. Until, of course, a question popped up in his mind. Sitting a good distance from the cub, he tilted his head slightly to the side, his sharp gaze looking at him. "How did you come across WindClan?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]As his cuts were beginning to get treated, the serval cub didn't flinch but began to chew on his bottom lip and made bright beads of crimson appear as he did so, watching this person heal him, a glint of gratefulness in his eyes. "What happened to me? The Exiles happened. I.. I sneaked onto their territory. And for that, they beat me up." He explained with a bitter tone to his voice, rolling his eyes. "But i'm gonna get back at them. When i can, i'm gonna lead a raid on them. When i grow older, i will. And i'll kill them all." He said, studying his paws intently now. "I guess i can stay here a bit longer. My Dad never really worries, so as long as i'm home before dark." Linx added, offering her a smile. Strange. Linx hardly smiled.


    Looking at the kitten, Linx would tilt his head and then give her a nod, before his gaze swept past her and onto Howl, ears flickering. "You can't. I'm fine." He said shortly, tail whipping about. He was fine, though the pain was definitely still there. Next, the other male came by and Linxs olive eyes widened a little, clearly impressed before nodding. "I get around." That sounded bad, but Linx saw nothing wrong. "I sneak." He added, trying to get his face into the other males memory, because he wanted to be remembered by them.


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