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The ruckus and commotion in the area had alerted Sharven, drawing him close. He padded over at a quickened pace, seeing the group and feeling the tension in the air.

"What is happening here?" He meowed gruffly.

The muscular tom took a defensive stance in front of Jelani, claws at the ready. "Who do you think you are, coming here?" He hissed at the intruders. Some fought. Some snarled. He would defend Ethernal's son with everything he had.

'Sharven?'

As if he were in a slight haze, Sharven snapped back to the scene. Crimson red swelled on Jelani's chest and a rush of panic flew through the deputy's body. He instantly swooped down and grabbed the kit by the scruff, spinning to place the Jelani behind him, once more protected.

"Stay back!" He hissed, his tabby hackles raising. "Pick on a cat more your size!" He challenged, knowing he was the largest of the bunch.

"Claws out or not, you still wounded him!" he growled in retort, bracing himself to tumble with the attacker. His claws, despite his best efforts, were glistening and out, aiming to scratch any flesh that landed near by.

Sharven let the cat land on him. Close combat was much better than exerting himself too much in distance battles. He scratched and bit, hoping to injure Dusk.

Sharven's eyes darted between Dusk and Jelani. Jelani needed an Herb - he had to get him out of here.

Attack Dusk, then get Jelani out of here, he said to himself, giving a game plan to the situation.

A claw or two tore superficial wounds into Sharven's chest as her stretched up to bite Dusk.

He had only half heard her response. Still lost in his delusion, Sharven squinted and looked closer at the cowering, befuddled she-cat. He was unsteady and unsure. Was this a trick the powers that be were playing on him? Did someone know about his past? Was this a cruel joke someone was playing on him?

"You're dead," he hissed.

It was more a statement of reassurance than an exclamation. The synapses were just not connecting in the tomcat's head at the moment. Beneath his pelt, his heart raced. Sharven's chest was tight and he felt suddenly smothered and out of air - he was having a panic attack.

Whether or not this cat was Anna, she was trying to sneak out -- this he was certain of. No matter who she was, she was in trouble.

A bite for a bite, it seemed. Sharven performed a shoddy half-roll, Dusk's teeth grazing him still. He spit blood and flesh from his previous attack as he twisted to reach Jenali.

"We're getting you out of here," he hissed, trying to get a hold on the woozy kit.

They moved together. "Jenali, we're headed to the Herbs..." he looked back to see if anyone followed them.

Sharven returned as quickly as he could from the boarder where he had found Jelani attacked by trespassers. The poor kit had been scratched badly on his chest, losing much blood. He gently placed Jelani on the ground, waiting for medical attention. His own few scratches were not a bother to him. He just wanted to make sure Ethernal's son was all right.

As Sharven made his break, he heard Jelani call him... was that 'Papa'? Did the kit think he was Ethernal? Poor thing must have lost a lot of blood - more than he thought.

His mind was focused on getting the kit to an Herb now. The trespassers were leaving, and he had gathered their names from their bickering. He would report back to Scythe and the others once Jelani was taken care of.

OOC; Purple, thread for you now --> http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=416440.new#new

Which HP?: any Herb
Thread Link: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=416440.new#new
Short Summary: Jelani was injured by trespassers. Sharven is bringing him back for care by an Herb.

Mistaken? Absolutely not. Sharven grew more and more certain of it as he took tiny, mouse-sized pawsteps closer. A bold thought crossed his mind as he inched closer. If he could touch her, he might be able to tell if this was a cruel trick of the gods or if she was real.

She looked so much more malnourished than Anna had been when he last saw her. What had happened to her? Was this what the decay had looked like? She was a walking skeleton, really.

"Don't lie." He hissed. "I know who you are. I know exactly who you are, and you've come back to torment me."

As he spoke, he became aware of how crazy he sounded. A flush washed over the grey tabby tom as he narrowed his eyes. Was he making a fool of himself, or was this really happening?

Sharven sighed, stepping into the argument. "Children, please. No need to argue."

The deputy was late to the discussion, be nodded to Sarathi ashe approached. Obviously this commotion was over something exciting.

The grey tabby tom tilted his head at the newcomer cat. "Forgive any rudeness. I trust you're here with civil discussion, or we'd have ripped you apart by now."

Well that’s delightful news, isn’t it?

Not even trying to hide the happiness this brought to him, Sharven bobbed his head in an enthusiastic nod and looked to Sarathi. “Sounds rather obvious to me. An attack should be planned.”

One of them should go get Scythe, or at the very least clue him in. The clan wouldn’t leave themselves vulnerable for long. The window for the battle would be narrow, if they could still make it.

Sharven sighed. This bickering wasn't doing anyone any good. The could send a small, strong group to attack with a few messengers to run for reinforcements if need be. That's a great idea...

"Scythe will make the final decision on this. We need to find him." He gave the newcomer a quick glance before turning his attention elsewhere. "He's right. We don't have much time. This could be our one chance to regain our home."

Sharven saw the anger in Scythe's eyes and immediately began to doubt his actions. Never wanting to offend or overstep, he dipped his head. The grey tabby swallowed hard and regretted ever speaking up.

"If your decision is to stay here, that is final. I will stay here as well." His tone was neutral, not letting even an inkling of emotion into them.

Torn between his steadfast loyalty to Scythe and his yearn to return home, Sharven felt a strange anxiety creep into his chest.

Sharven waited, thinking that Scythe might have something up his pelt now that the dogbeast was gone. He had let his hackles raise when the assertion for Khalfani to leave was made. If push came to shove, he would take the wolf on to protect Scythe, no doubt.

The grey tabby flicked his ears, looking from Scythe to Scratched.

Yes, Sarathi would be leading the battle.

As the cats began to gather and call out their wishes, Sharven sat silently. His golden eyes scanned the crowd that had gathered. Was Pluxiria here? Scythe? Certainly it would be wise to leave the camp still guarded.

The deputy stretched his muscles while he waited to leave.