"What did you do that fo-" The cat screeched in a tom tone, hidden in the coughing in his rough throat, coarse with blood, but gurgled off at the end. He writhed in pain as he choked. She could hear the bubbles of blood and his flesh rubbing unevenly together.
What have I done? She thought the same time the voice's crackling broke off as it realized that it was not Leafpool, and the same for when it muttered, Oops. Wrong one.
How could it be so heartless? Was it her? But no time to ponder.
Hollyleaf stammered something unintelligible and backed away shakily from the Leafpool-like cat. Why did she just do that? What kind of monster had she became? Then the medicine cat training kicked in.
"Try to stay still," she ordered and racd to get some cobwebs. She had used some for her den, and she knew where a big stash was, and it was not far away, thank Starclan. The tom stayed still and closed his dark yellow, nearly amber, eyes. The smell, the shape, the coat, the eyes...So alike in many ways! They could have been littermates, for all she knew. Maybe they were. But he looked too young, as young as her. Too young to die, to have his life cut off by some crazy she-cat eager for revenge that had nothing ot do with him.
She was so sure that it was her! The traitor! But this cat was innocent. There was no excuse for it. Hurting him was completely against the code.
Hollyleaf finally made her way to the shade of an oak tree. She carelessly ripped out a bundle, spiders hanging off, some falling. Fallingkit. What was wrong with her? A cat that she attacked was deteriorating and drifting away, and she was thinking kit names? Ugh!
She got back to the tom, who was breathing deeply. This is a smart tom!
Hollyleaf hurridly but gently and smoothly padded the bandages on his pelt, where the blood was beginning to crack. The snow was stained red, but she hadn't dug too deep in his skin. Hollyleaf, the ingenious when things get serious, was... serious. So, she was finished with him due to her intelligence with a clear mind, and slowly and rhythmically cleaned his fur. The loner's sweet scent washed over her. He sighed. How could he be content when he's in this state? And why is he sweet to me? Should all loners be smelling like that, or is he just a escaped kittypet?
But, she didn't know why, Hollyleaf was suddenly enjoying the momet. So insane. So lovely a thing.
Both cats drifted off to sleep.
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So, I know, but Hollyleaf just needs that special someone.
~Dorsi
