Son of Gingivere: Ch.1
Author: Luckless Angel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Everything J
A/N: Thanks to the nice people for reviewing my story! J I really appreciate it…heres the next part!
Gonff finally found his sense and heaved his wooden staff into ready position (he had been receiving lessons from Martin). Siriosis on the other paw was cautiously walking to the limp buddle of fur. Gonff seized Siriosis tunic sleeve.
" What are you doing?! This is a wildcat in Mossflower! Remember Tsarmina, the evil wildcat! This 'un doesn't look very innocent to me," exclaimed Gonff. " Come on we got to go back the Abbey and warn the woodlanders. We don't know how many there are here." Gonff turned to the direction back to the north path. Siriosis pulled his friend back.
" It's a young 'un like us! What harm can it be? Didn't the woodlanders swear to help the ill and needy?" replied Siriosis. But Gonff knew their kind, the one who carried the stench of destruction, it must have been their family trait to smell evil. He retrieved a small whistle from his pouch and gave it three sharp blows.
Siriosis shook his head and crouched beside the fallen wildcat. It was a female, their age and it seemed like she was injured. His prediction proved to be correct after he discovered a huge gash on her hind paw. Suddenly the female wildcat began to shuffle a bit, eyes blinking rapidly revealing a pair of gold-amber eyes. Sharp eyes snapped open when they landed on Siriosis and Gonff (who was waiting for some allies to come), she tried moving but the loss of blood had caused her to be weakened.
" Its okay, we're friends," said Siriosis quietly.
A few seconds after those words escape his lips, Bella, Martin leading a small group of squirrels, otters and mice arrived. The first sight of the wildcat caused the woodlanders to place a cautious paw on their slings and shafts. Martin carefully approached the wildcat. Placing a gentle paw on Siriosis, the warrior motioned him to stand aside at the same time for Bella to give him her shawl. Martin bundled up the weak wildcat like she was kitten and put her among the logs on the cart.
" You did good to call us Gonff," smiled the Warrior. Gonff bowed slightly. " Friends, I know that the memory of Tsarmina are still fresh in our minds but we vowed to care for the sick and take of the ones that need help. I believe that this wildcat will not be a factor in our peaceful lives, but I or any other willing creature will watch her just in case." Bella nodded her approvel.
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Goody Stickle expected a small band of hunger creatures but not to see another wildcat! She was astounded to see a young wildcat bundled up on the pile of branches, Goody nearly dropped her woodland trifle. Abbess Germaine looked onto the road to, wrinkled face a little worried. She gently shook shocked Goody; then the hedgehog wife busily plopped down her trifle and began setting the tables. The Abbess knew her friends would not bring danger to Abbey on purpose and by the looks of the wildcat, it seemed injured. She grabbed her herd satchel and met Bella who was pulling the cart.
" Siriosis and Gonff found the young 'un alone in the woods, shes injured," said Bella gruffily. It was pretty obvious that the badger disapproved of the wildcat's presence. Abbess Germaine nodded and motioned that the wildcat was to be dropped off at the temporary infirmary. " I want Skipper to be in the tent with Abbess Germaine please. Siriosis, Gonff, please go help Goody set up the tables it's almost supper time, I'm sure the Abbess will announced your friend's condition after her analysis."
Abbess Germaine and Skipper shooed away the young creatures and went to the injured wildcat's bedside. The long gash on her hind leg seemed raw and infected, some parts of the wound was cut to the bone. A damp cloth was placed onto the patient's forehead. The wildcat was fully conscious and aware that someone was attending to her wound.
" So my young 'un, what is your name?" asked Abbess Germaine kindly. Her kind voice seemed to relax some of wildcat's tense muscles. Motherwart and other herbs were being pounded down to a fine paste.
" It's Terrafina," replied the young wildcat in a think voice.
" Thank you, now its best if you keep hushed to save some energy," advised Abbess Germaine. Terrafina drifted into a deep sleep as the old mouse applied the paste onto her wound. A million thoughts ran through her mind mixed with her wildcat nature…
A/N: Okay, this was kinda one of those building-up-story-plot parts so sorry if it wasn't that good J More parts to come! Hope you guys are enjoying this story so far