Posts by Sootkit.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]"Adios bitch," was the simple reply of the furry tabby, deadpan as she sat down and licked her maw. She didn't know who this was, so she didn't really care.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]"A drought," replied the femme as she wandered over, watching the wounded femme. "I can help with your injuries if you'd like; I'm a nurse." She conjured bandages just in case, blinking.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]The brown tabby only knew basic human remedies- how to set and mend bones, how to close wounds, how to disinfect and stitch things up, but the leaf-y things? She was entirely clueless, and it was definitely a bad thing. The Nurse padded into the Doctor's den, searching for Castingcrowns and Librarybook; they both had more knowledge than her of herbs and the thought was a little intimidating. Regardless, she was more than willing to share her information about human-based remedies and the like. Thought she doubted they were into digging around in corpses.

"Librarybook? Castingcrowns? Do either of you mind giving me some basic training on herbs?" She seated herself uncomfortably. She would have much preferred that Sasha or somebody she was more used to had arrived to help her, but this was the team, she had to learn to work with them. She shifted her paws on the dusty stone flooring of the medical cavern. "My knowledge is limited to remedies used by twolegs- bandages, disinfectants, stitching and the like. But most animals here aren't too fond of those."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia](omg i was ninjad and didnt even notice owo sorry about that!!)

She blinked, swiveling her head to glance at Kenshin- she hadn't noticed he was there. She shook her head quickly to clear it, wit taking over as she responded with a sly grin, "And to think I don't even wear a watch." However, she switched into business mode, gaze dancing towards the wounded, pregnant puma once more as she replied, "I believe I'm fine- I can conjure most things I need, but thank you for the offer." She conjured a rag in her jaws and soaked it with elemental powers, squeezing it out a bit with her forepaws before moving towards the wounded femme.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]The brown tabby was having a shit day- she was exhausted, having not slept much the night before, and all the murders had her on her toes, trying to investigate them all. And most of them turned right back to good old Bloodclan. How badly did her claws thirst for the blood of the scoundrels; how intense was her desire to taste their sins on her tongue as she ripped into their flesh, reciprocating the agony they had inflicted upon her Clanmates?

She wasn't happy with the murderous part of her that was beginning to surge forward into her consciousness either. It was almost overwhelming at times, especially now, as the wind seemed to spiral in waves around the furry Nurse, digging under her fur and chilling her to the bone while the sun bore down strongly on the wastelands of her home. She wrapped her tail tighter around herself as she sat attempting to clean the blood off of her rag from cleaning wounds with a small pool of fresh water she had dug out in front of her, acting as if it were a hose to spray it off.

Doing this reminded her of when she had visited briefly with Sasha- the charismatic Enforcer reminded her of somebody she had known, before she had been killed in cold blood, and the nostalgia was welcomed with open arms by the medicine apprentice. Yet at the same time she was afraid of her interest in the former Doctor- it made her fur itch, because she wasn't sure if she was ready to involve herself in any kind of relationship. She had been a slut, a toy, a plaything for so many before her time here, what if she just did it again? Just thinking about feeling the skin of another animal coming in contact with hers that was anything other than platonic made her uncomfortable- the small spray of water suddenly burst forward with a kind of fury, spraying her in the face. She leaped backwards with a hiss, dropping the rag in the dirty sand, the water from the hole evaporating into the air immediately with a hiss of steam; her fucking molecule manipulation wasn't helping with her chaotic elemental powers. Without warning the water she was drenched in burst into flame for a brief second before simply becoming water once again, but she shrieked nonetheless, falling into the dirt and caking herself in soggy mud.

Standing up and growling under her breath, she used wind to blow the rag forcefully away, causing it to collide with a tree and hang limply in the quaking branches. "Damn it."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]"Yum," the Nurse mewed as she padded over, licking her maw at the sight of pie. So she got to throw a pie at Kenshin if she asked him a question? He might actually walk away with bruises on his face. She'd be gentle. She grinned mischievously and sat down, curling her tail around her paws thoughtfully.

"Oh, I've got one- can you count your exes on one paw?" She certainly couldn't, and when she found somebody that could, she was usually pretty astounded. She smirked as she added, "If the answer is no, I get to pie you in the face. If it's yes, I'll give you a pat on the back."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Second chances were not in Scartissue's vocabulary. This one had murdered so many of her Clanmates, spilled so much innocent blood, and worst of all, she had hurt Sasha. While she couldn't explain in her interest in the lupine enforcer, she sure as hell could explain the fury bubbling inside of her like a pot left on the oventop. Who wouldn't be furious after watching this stranger injure and murder so many of Thunderclan? Not the Nurse.

"If you don't leave immediately, I'll singe your ass with my initials," threatened the brown tabby in a flat voice, using her elemental powers to bring forth a few storm clouds in the omnipresent sky, tail lashing at her heels with barely concealed rage. While her job was to serve her Clanmates and clean their wounds, she also was sworn to protect them, and in her eyes, Morningcloud was a raw threat- nothing she had done had been peaceful or even remotely kind, she only caused death and violence. And she didn't give a shit how pathetic the Harvest Moon fae looked- she would light her ass up to Mars if given the chance and reasoning, the latter of which she had plenty.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]"Now I know what we were all doing in the month of romance," the nurse remarked, sliding into the overly crowded nursery with the usual bowl of water and freshkill for the queens- one of the more uninteresting jobs as a medicine cat apprentice, especially if the queens were in that bitchy stage of pregnancy. Hopefully the ones present had passed it, she wasn't in the mood for a verbal lashing. "And now you're all pregnant, and I get to tend to you all's every need. Enjoy," she added, a sly expression on her features. She was only joking- it was all in good heart, which was often with her.

"Here, I brought y'guys some food 'n' drink," she added, dropping the new kills and bowls of water. Apparently walking around when your belly was nearly half your size was too much of an effort, but as long as it kept her on their good side, she would suck it up.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]She shook herself off, standing upright and glancing towards Burningembers, trying to recall who she was. Oh yeah- that was the attractive former something or another, right? That meant she had to be respectful, and limit her sailor's tongue as best she could. She brushed herself off with her tail and paws, replying, "Yeah- just a power malfunction." She'd been dealing with this for months, why couldn't they just get themselves together?

As if in response, the wind howled once more, causing the dust in front of her to swirl up and poof into her face. She squinted with a growl, wiping her face off furiously.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Her head snapped up hopefully. Did that mean she knew how to stop it? "Did you ever get it under control?" She gestured with a paw, only to cause a line of fire to follow her paw in the ground. She cursed under her breath and quickly summoned rainfall to stamp it out- thankfully, it worked, instead of adding more fire. Flustered, the nurse glanced back to Burn.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]i need her to have a long string of lovers / ex-lovers after this upcoming plot because she'll think that she's dependent on others and their affection- essentially she just needs comfort

any takers?? it would probably start immediately, and there could possibly be more than one at a time, or you can sign up for after the character before yours (rebound queen) and if there's more than one at a time she'll likely keep it secret from the others ;3

any gender is allowed!! shes confused on her sexuality anyways omg

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]awesome!! we can start immediately with a thread?? she'll probably be a bit tipsy + reckless ;3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]What an interesting female- she hadn't said a word and yet somehow she made Scartissue glance twice at the stranger. She was elegant, something that wasn't rare, but there was something else to it she couldn't place. Scartissue longed for that kind of beauty, but here she was, plain and simple, and embarrassingly fluffy. She supposed some people just had an attractive gene- not her.

Wandering forward, she greeted the stranger with an incline of her head and a flick of her ears, addressing the seemingly distraught fae gently, "Hi- how can I help you?"

/ninjad rip

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]The fact that Kenshin was willing to reprimand his Clanmates over a silly crush was one thing- the fact that he was trusting the infamous murderer of dozens of lives was another. Anger rose within her chest, and not being one exactly known for holding her tongue, she responded to his roar, "Under what premises is trusting a traitor something that I should consider reasonable?" Her voice was low, dangerous. "I have seen her before- I smelled her on the victims of countless Thunderclan murders, I watched her nearly slaughter Sasha. And now I watch as you welcome her with open arms and a smile- is there something that I don't know?"

Her plain hazel eyes seemed to ignite with clouded frustration- while she regretted questioning the leader's actions, she was unwilling to sit back and watch Morningcloud manipulate the canine after seeing what she had done first-hand. She was responsible for protecting her Clanmates, as was Kenshin- was he not supposed to do what was in the best interest of his Clanmates, not a traitorous murderer? "I apologize for questioning your methods, Kenshin, and I respect you, but I refuse to trust somebody who has committed acts such as hers that would normally dictate somebody to be an enemy of Thunderclan."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]"Oi, are those gifts?" The nurse padded over curiously, sniffing the basket and blinking hopefully. She loved making use of gifts- maybe there were some herbs in there she could take to Librarybook and Castingcrowns to have identified. She pricked her ears and turned her attention to the male who smelled of fish- while she wasn't an expert on Clan scents, she was ninety-nine percent sure he was Riverclan. "I'm Scartissue, by the way."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]"Calm down," the femme mewed as she teleported over, clasped in her jaws a bundle of chamomile. Hey, it didn't take a medical genious to know that, and they were a human remedy as well. Maybe she'd start making tea out of it. She approached the panicking male, blinking sleep from her eyes and attempted to give it to him, nodding encouragingly. "It's okay. Deep breaths."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Her leader was a cold-blooded murder. She issued revenge on rapists, serial killers, and torturers, and yet she was under the leadership of somebody worse than she had ever dealt with before. This sudden intake of information shellshocked and horrified the nurse- how blindly did she accept rulers if they ended up being a cruel as Kenshin? She only wanted to eliminate everything bad in her world in order to satiate the need to be violent, to have an output for all of the unheard of anger, so did that make her somebody terrible? She had always seen it as making her the good guy.. but was she any better?

Kenshin listed these as if they were scars on his skin, and the internal conflict bubbled up like a volcano, until she had to clench her jaw and squeeze her eyes shut, begging him to stop and not uttering a word- she couldn't take it. This.. humility, the shame, the slaughter, it made her sick. Sick of Kenshin and sick of Morningcloud and sick of herself- she didn't want to listen anymore. Finally the canine stopped, and she noticed that the smell of blood and smoke was centered around her- memories, the past coming back to haunt her again just by her scent manipulation. Were her hijacked powers supposed to mean something?

She didn't bother waiting- one moment, the nurse was standing there, crouched with her ears flat and eyes snapped shut, and the next she was gone completely, teleporting to the other side of the continent to find peace.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]"I'm going," she said simply, her tail twitching quietly behind her. She needed peace, she needed a few days to collect her thoughts and center all the anger inside of her- if she killed a few people in Riverclan, that would satiate the monster inside of her, and she was very good at hiding the evidence; nobody would know they were missing in the first place. Gaze steely, she stared at her paws as she added, "I'll still be in Thunderclan cleaning up scrapes and bruises of course, I can be in Riverclan one second and Thunderclan the next thanks to teleportation."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]"Thanks," she mewed, sitting and wrapping her tail around her paws. She paused for a moment at Librarybook's question. Herbs. Um. "Ah.. not sure. Chamomile, that's the calm somebody down, and I know poppyseeds influence drowsiness and act as a painkiller- what's the one that helps clear infection?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia]Well this was a problem. One minute she had Ben watching the former leader try to convince everyone he was disposable and dangerous and the next e was a roaring monster of rage. Good thing powers came in handy.

Moving forward, the fluffy feline narrowed her powers in on Bruce, and attempted to wmotionally manipulate him into a feeling of calmness and relaxation, hoping to eliminate the anger that pulsed from him like a radiator. Bruce Banner was a threat to the Clan, and speaking in her logic she should have just let him end himself to protect her Clan, but sometimes protocol wasn't what mattered, as much as she adored it. Besides, if she didn't calm him soon, hell would break loose.

"Focus on something other than anger," she suggested, hopin to telepathically send this to him thanks to the racket of her Clanmates. [i][b]"You got a wife, kids? Focus on them."