Post by kiwi on Aug 19, 2019 22:55:02 GMT
Another day, another battle. Frostleap may not have been born a Boar, but she certainly picked fights like one. Any cat that would let her get under their skin was prime enough targets for Frostleap's aggression. She wasn't afraid to mouth off, sass, or otherwise be incredibly disrespectful to another cat. In return, she got to battle them, an exchange that always left her scarred up and bloody to an extent, and this was no different. It'd been on a hunting patrol, with a Boar she'd gotten to escort her out of camp. The Boar had spent much of it taunting her and scaring off the prey, something she didn't take kindly to, especially with her last catches being taken by some jerk of a Boar. However, the final dirt on the burial of their case was their mocking of her build, something that she'd taken as a very serious insult. The fight was loud and messy and Frostleap, despite being outsized and outmanned, didn't give up easily.
The result? Several scratches and new marks all along her body. Nothing terribly bad; nothing that should get the leader's attention. However, it did require some care. It was time to visit the medicine cat, and pray that the situation wouldn't be considered too menial to get help. Her brother had urged her to start asking for help in these sorts of scenarios, and while Frostleap would never have other cats fight her own battle for her, she wasn't stupid. She knew infections could get worse in a heartbeat, so she trotted off to the medicine den.
"Hello? Cloverheart?" Frostleap mewed in the entrance of the medicine den, flicking her slightly torn ear. It was bleeding from a new scratch. "Can I come in?" She at least wanted to be polite. She had absolutely no issues with the medicine cats of the Clan, and as such, they were mostly spared from her otherwise snippy tone.
The result? Several scratches and new marks all along her body. Nothing terribly bad; nothing that should get the leader's attention. However, it did require some care. It was time to visit the medicine cat, and pray that the situation wouldn't be considered too menial to get help. Her brother had urged her to start asking for help in these sorts of scenarios, and while Frostleap would never have other cats fight her own battle for her, she wasn't stupid. She knew infections could get worse in a heartbeat, so she trotted off to the medicine den.
"Hello? Cloverheart?" Frostleap mewed in the entrance of the medicine den, flicking her slightly torn ear. It was bleeding from a new scratch. "Can I come in?" She at least wanted to be polite. She had absolutely no issues with the medicine cats of the Clan, and as such, they were mostly spared from her otherwise snippy tone.