Rainfreckle of SkyClan

{ Name } Rainfreckle

Prefix || Rain- chosen by her mother, to follow the theme of her father’s storm-inspired name. This is most likely to reflect her dappled “blue” coat.
Suffix || Freckle- referring to the spattering of freckles on the bridge of Rainfreckle’s nose and the white and gray spots sprayed across her flanks.

{ Nicknames } Rain

{ Gender } Female

{ Age } Three years

{ Breed } Russian Blue/Scottish Fold x American Shorthair/British Shorthair/Burmese

{ Appearance }

Fur Texture || Feathery, though often tangled

Body Structure || Average composition; a bit on the smaller side

Pelt || Rainfreckle is a stunning patched gray-blue tabby with a creamy base coat and freckles across her face and flanks. Her stripes are very dark and cover much of her body, continuing down over her left foreleg.

Eyes || A pretty- yet sometimes disconcerting- mint, turquoise color.

{ Scars & Disabilities }

Scratched Nose || Rainfreckle’s first ever battle wound. She received the scar when rapidly backing away from an advancing rat.

Half Tail || The injury that first introduced Rainfreckle to the medicine cat den was when a rocktail pinned her by the tail. The destroyed half of the appendage had to be amputated to free her. It has long since grown feathery fur over the scars and merely looks strangely shorter than average.

{ Accessories }

None.

{ Trivia }

Favorite Time of Day || Dusk

Favorite Prey || Squirrel

Favorite Smell || Heather

Favorite Activity || Messing Joking with others

Favorite Color || Gray

Fears || Badgers, battle, losing those she loves

Smells Like || Traditional SkyClan scent with a tangy overlay of herbs and, strangely enough, poppies.

{ Personality Type } ESTP; “The Doer”

{ Personality }

Confident || Rainfreckle is quite good at what she does and she knows it. Growing up alongside two brothers and constantly competing for attention- and getting it- has given Rainfreckle a solid sense of who she is, where her boundaries are, and what she excels with. For a time her confidence took a fall as a young warrior, but after she made the choice to become a medicine cat it has rekindled. Some may be put off by her attitude, and she has been called cocky before, but Rainfreckle is still quite the cat to be around. One thing’s for certain; you don’t have to worry about Rainfreckle believing she isn’t good enough or undeserving.

Outgoing || Having to find approval from others where it lacked grandly from her mother, Rainfreckle grew up friendly and never lost her warm appeal. She often tries to make others feel comfortable or welcome, even if she goes about it in an albeit loud or teasing manner, and understands what it’s like to feel like an outcast. Even though her mother was the one with kittypet blood, Rainfreckle still felt judged as a young ‘paw and sometimes wonders if SkyClan trusts a cat with tamed blood as their medicine cat. She often starts conversations seemingly out of nowhere and never shies away from an opportunity to talk.

Obliging || Rainfreckle, believe it or not, actually does work for others and not entirely for her own benefit. She enjoys helping cats and is not at all afraid to take on the unpleasant tasks of the Clan. Others are often surprised by how kind Rainfreckle really is, and though she may at times disrespect authorities without the proper courtesy she will always obey the rules. Even if she doesn’t agree with what her leader says, she will follow Owlstar’s orders first and foremost. However, Rainfreckle doesn’t forget that being a medicine cat sometimes gives her more power than her leader; she sometimes takes it as a free chance to tease Owlstar without fear of punishment.

Selfish || Surprisingly enough, this was the trait to bring down Rainfreckle’s warrior career. As a young apprentice she could only think of being as great as her father was; but when it came time for her first battle, Rainfreckle was too frightened of getting hurt to fight for her Clanmates. She isn’t afraid to eat prey without having hunted- after all, she is the medicine cat- and if times are rough, she’s going to watch out for her own skin. Despite this, she may be prone to giving up her own comforts if guilted into it or strictly ordered to. In the end, however, Rainfreckle’s going to try and make sure that her pelt is the one that stays intact when the day is over.

Protective || If Rainfreckle gets attached to another cat, she’s going to protect them- even if she’s not the best cat for the job. Generally Rainfreckle’s combat includes scathing words rather than fighting, as she is a rather docile cat despite her loud mouth, and sometimes this proves more effective than any claw mark could. Rainfreckle is not afraid to embarrass bullies, as she remembers being mistrusted for no other reason that her mother’s heritage as a young cat. She tends to form friendships quickly and can grow fond of a cat who doesn’t even particularly like her. If Rainfreckle truly respects a cat, she might even risk her life to save theirs- though this has yet to be put to the test.

Impatient || Rainfreckle wants to get the job done now. If any cat gets in her way or hinders her, she quickly grows brisk and makes sure the problem is solved, generally meaning the offender is sent away with stinging ears. It is probably for the best that she is a single medicine cat. Rainfreckle tends to get things very quickly and doesn’t always understand why others can’t. She often finds herself frustrated by those who aren’t up to speed, and if she is bothered during a task by a cat complaining of what she believes is a nonsense wound, she’s not afraid of being sharp with them. However, she always does give her best to the Clan…even if they irritate her at times.

Intelligent || She may not be the bravest of the bunch, but she might just be the brightest. Rainfreckle latches onto ideas very quickly and takes learning seriously; as an apprentice, she was voracious in her capacity, learning all that she could and practicing so that her skills were completely honed. She often takes on extra information that others deem useless- quite simply, Rainfreckle loves to learn. And learn she does! Rainfreckle catches on almost immediately, and if she doesn’t she practices until she has it down perfectly. As a medicine cat she now turns her informational appetite to her herbs and remedies, coming up with new ideas and eagerly practicing all that she knows.

Discourteous || Rainfreckle doesn’t exactly have much respect for authority- or at least, for other authorities. She looks up to Owlstar and respects her and her deputy as is called for, though Rainfreckle tends to overstep her boundaries in being friendly and teasing. She can act familiar with a deputy from another Clan that she does not even know, or if she comes across a leader that has aggravated her Clan she is not afraid to let them know exactly how she feels. She generally treats every cat the same, without much thought as to their rank and importance. To her, StarClan has the only honor of immediate and unquestionable respect; a cat is a cat is a cat, and she won’t hand out respect to a cat she doesn’t believe has earned it yet.

Teasing || As mentioned multiple times, Rainfreckle is a very sarcastic character. She can be quite fun to be around, as she is often making jokes- or at least, she is fun to be around if she is not making jokes about you! She never means to hurt feelings, though she can cross the line on occasion. Oftentimes Rainfreckle is completely oblivious to the fact that she’s gone too far; if she is told to take it easy by another cat, she will immediately extend an honest apology. That doesn’t mean she won’t stop her friendly teasing, however- that would be asking too much!

{ Sexual Orientation } Heterosexual

{ Preferences }

Relationship || Rainfreckle currently has no interest in toms and probably never will, especially considering the taboo over medicine cats having mates.

Personality || Though she would most likely never end up with another cat, she can definitely be drawn to them- however, only the best will catch her eye. Rainfreckle would definitely need someone with a sense of humor, and perhaps a cat who was brave. She truly admires courage and secretly looks up to those who display it. Selflessness also intrigues her.

Appearance || Everyone knows Rainfreckle is gorgeous. So therefore, isn’t it sort of a given that she deserves a gorgeous tom, too? At least, that’s what she would think if she were actually available. As it is, she simply pays attention to those who are attractive to her. She sort of has a thing for gray-toned eyes.

{ Religious Beliefs }

StarClan || Of course as a medicine cat, Rainfreckle has an iron faith in StarClan. As a young cat she was hardly concerned with the starry warriors, but as she grew older and was subjected to both life and actually meeting a StarClan cat, Rainfreckle has developed a massive respect for her ancestors. Often she will grow irritated with those who take StarClan’s name in vain or joke about those watching over them, even though she herself used to do the same as a ‘paw.

{ Clan } SkyClan

{ Rank } Medicine Cat

{ Previous Ranks } Kitten, Apprentice, Warrior, Medicine Cat Apprentice

{ Apprentice }

None yet || :dev:

{ Mentor }

Graybriar || NPC Graduated
Thistleheart || NPC Graduated

{ Family }

Mistcloud || A pretty, slender she-cat with pale silver fur and darker tabby patches, golden-eyed. Biological mother. Status unknown.

Stormwhisker || Blue-gray tom with folded ears and faint tabby stripes, heavily scarred and green-eyed. Biological father. Deceased.

Torrentfall || Dark gray patched tabby with golden eyes. Biological brother. Residing in SkyClan.

Galestorm|| Thin blue-gray tabby with white paws and dark green eyes. Biological brother. Deceased.

{ History }

Kithood || Rainfreckle was born as the only daughter in a litter of three, birthed by Mistcloud, a former kittypet, and fathered by Stormwhisker, one of SkyClan’s most dedicated warriors. The Clan had never welcomed Mistcloud with open arms, but the blue-gray tom had, and inexplicably he fell completely and uselessly in love with her. Though at first Mistcloud was cold towards him- as she admittedly was to most of her Clanmates- she began to silently loosen up, and one day she surprised the Clan with the news that she was expecting Stormwhisker’s kits. The tabby warrior seemed more proud and excited than she herself did.

In a rare moment of love, Mistcloud named her children in honor of their father’s name. Rainkit, Galekit, and Torrentkit were all inspired by elements of a storm; Stormwhisker could not have been happier. Yet for all his excitement, SkyClan was not sure of what to make of the new litter. Their blood was tainted by their mother’s kittypet lineage, something the three were sweetly oblivious to till later moons.

Rainkit immediately adored her father. Stormwhisker constantly visited his children, often bringing bits of leaves or moss to play with and sometimes sneaking them a mouse he had caught for dinner, letting them knock it about before pulling a brave face and eating it afterward. Though he was heavily scarred from moons of fighting for his Clan, Rainkit was not at all bothered by them. On the contrary, she was awestruck. She wanted to be just as great a warrior as her father was.

Growing up with two brothers shaped Rainkit to be tough and just as loudspoken as they were, often trying to be louder to gain attention. As a result she grew up confident and fit, sturdy from play fighting and teasing by habit. Yet for all her annoying traits, Rainkit truly was a kind kitten, and some of her Clanmates began to relax towards her and her brothers. Perhaps they could be spared from the disgrace of their mother’s past life.

Mistcloud was not often present in the three kits’ lives. As such, they grew extremely close, Rainkit and Torrentkit especially. The two complimented each other in their mother’s stead even as they dared the other to become better. It seemed that Stormwhisker’s children truly couldn’t wait for their apprentice ceremony; Rainkit once even tried to convince Pinestar that she was actually six moons and not five. Stormwhisker had to politely intrude, eyes twinkling in amusement at his daughter’s antics, and sate her impatience with promises to help train her when she finally did get her apprentice name. Even that was not good enough for Rainkit. She got her father to teach her and her brothers a real hunter’s crouch so that they wouldn’t embarrass themselves on their first day out as ‘paws. She couldn’t wait to be an apprentice!

Apprenticeship || When the day finally came, Rainkit was more than ready. She was in such a rush that she darted up towards Pinestar without bothering to lick her messy fur flat. The tom carefully overlooked her ruffled pelt and named her Rainpaw, apprentice of Graybriar. She managed to catch her father’s eye in the crowd, her own blazing with excitement. Finally, she could train to be just as great a warrior as her father was.

Graybriar was tough on her, but Rainpaw readily rose to the challenge. She was a quick learner even if she wasn’t the most respectful, making up for her slips in attitude by excelling in training. Hunting was surprisingly easy for her, even with her peculiar pelt and general untidiness. Torrentpaw and Galepaw soared through training right alongside her. It was almost as if they hadn’t a drop of kittypet blood in their family at all. The whispers only made Mistcloud colder, angrier; her children’s excels seemed to disappoint her. She withdrew further from her Clanmates as her daughter grew closer.

As promised, Stormwhisker assisted his kits, teaching them how to fight. Rainpaw was thrilled, catching on swiftly and practicing often. Even at eight moons she was secretly raring for a battle to test her knowledge and prove that she would be as great as her father. Rainpaw had never once seen fighting.

She grew close to her father, often going out with him to train or simply to talk. Never before had she admired a cat more than Stormwhisker. She could hardly believe that she was lucky enough to be such a great warrior’s daughter.

Rainpaw and Torrentpaw grew close as well, swiftly becoming best friends. The two still went off on adventures together, scouting through the territory during free time and hunting side by side. One day Rainpaw suggested that they check out an abandoned badger set, fitted into a loose piling of boulders. Though Torrentpaw had his doubts, he agreed to at least see what it was like- after all, knowing what a badger smelled like could be extremely useful- and the two explored as if the badger still lived there.

“I dare you to peek in there,” Torrentpaw said, grinning teasingly. Rainpaw flicked her tail and crept closer, peering in, before calling back, “Not a stinking stripe to be found!” Her eyes glimmered with mischief as she glanced back at him. “Keep a lookout. I wanna check inside.”

Obediently Torrentpaw leapt up the pile of rocks that had accumulated over the sturdy roof of the set. Yet as Rainpaw began to sneak in, the boulders gave an ominous, drawn creak and began to shift. Torrentpaw yowled and leaped off, screeching for her to run. Rainpaw turned on her heel to flee and nearly made it, but in the following moment of chaos half her tail was trapped under several of the rocks.

Torrentpaw was horrified, guilt-ridden and panicked, and he fled to get help. Rainpaw lay in stunned pain for what felt like hours before she heard a patrol headed her way. Thistleheart bent to look at Rainpaw’s pinned tail and came away appearing grim. Rainpaw didn’t want to listen. She refused to hear what the medicine cat quietly told the other warriors, her eyes latching onto her father’s drawn, frightened face.

The young apprentice had to be bitten free, the rocks impossible to move. She only remembered Thistleheart asking her to be brave before she blacked out; when she awoke, she lay in the medicine cat’s den, surrounded by the scent of herbs. Beside her, Torrentpaw was sleeping, and Thistleheart herself was sorting herbs. Rainpaw had lost half her tail.

Yet though the wound was painful, it was in no way devastating. She was told to be kept under Thistleheart’s care until it closed over and ensured infection would not set in. Rainpaw optimistically told Torrentpaw that she would be back in training to kick his tail in no time, and relieved, he could not help but crack a smile. The only cat who refused to listen to any of Rainpaw and Thistleheart’s optimism was her mother.

Rainpaw had always known Mistcloud didn’t feel comfortable in a Clan that mistrusted her, but she had never known the scale of it. The silver warrior crouched over her daughter’s nest one night, certain that Rainpaw was asleep, and touched the stumpy end of her bandaged tail.

“This would never have happened with my housefolk,” the silver warrior muttered in a hiss. Rainpaw’s brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes still bleary with sleep; but before she could lift her head and question her, Mistcloud was gone. She would never be seen again.

During her time in the medicine cat den, Rainpaw could not help but pay attention to all the different herbs Thistleheart used. She was secretly impressed whenever a warrior would limp in, complaining or wailing of some offense, and always padded out satisfied. Thistleheart knew so much! She was almost as great as Stormwhisker. (Almost.)

As soon as Rainpaw was deemed fit, she pranced back into training, though this time she was much more serious about what was safe and what was not. She never wanted to go through an ordeal like that again. The loss of half her tail barely even bothered the small apprentice, though she was behind in her training by a quarter moon. Even though this was hardly any time at all, it was still a couple of weeks that she was missing out on, and Rainpaw silently hid her frustration. She did all that she could during those last two and a half moons to prove that she was strong enough to get her warrior name with her brothers, and to her great delight, Pinestar agreed.

Warrior || Rainpaw was named Rainfreckle alongside her siblings, who were in turn given the names Torrentfall and Galestorm. Stormwhisker seemed ready to burst with pride, though when Rainfreckle danced over excitedly to his side he managed to contain himself to a simple lick over the forehead. She met Torrentfall’s eyes and let her face break into an overwhelming smile. She had done it.

Yet Rainfreckle and her brothers had not even had their names for a moon when battle struck SkyClan.

She, her siblings, and a few other cats were involved in a fight against several rats. At the first yowl to battle by their deputy, Rainfreckle felt nervous excitement flare in her chest. Finally, she could prove herself! Yet when she came in front of a rat, something inside of Rainfreckle balked. She staggered backwards, all her precious training fleeing her as fear controlled her mind and screeches of pain rose around her. She didn’t want to get hurt.

In the battle, Galestorm was badly wounded and their deputy was killed. A warrior only a year older than Rainfreckle would be named as Pinestar’s successor that night. She slowly returned home, ashamed, her confidence staggered. She would never be as great as her father. Her own selfishness and fear of pain might have been the difference between their deputy’s life or her brother’s injured shoulder.

Rainfreckle was very quiet for the moon to follow, keeping more to herself. She helped Thistleheart heal Galestorm’s wounded shoulder, learning with barely suppressed curiosity about the herbs the medicine cat used and what they did. Slowly, Rainfreckle began to become more like her old self again, teasing once more and even daring to offer to lead a hunting patrol. Stormwhisker immediately volunteered to go with, and he gave his daughter a warm look as they left camp. Rainfreckle was back.

Yet her love of warrior life had considerably pulled back; battle was nothing like she had envisioned. There was no glory in spilling blood and watching her Clanmates hurting around her. She would never be a great warrior…but perhaps she could be a great hunter. As moons passed, Rainfreckle concentrated entirely on hunting for the Clan, trying to lose herself in patrols. Yet for all her efforts, Rainfreckle felt as if something was missing. She had lost something undefinable the day of the rat attack.

One day Stormwhisker asked his daughter to go hunting with him, and Rainfreckle readily agreed. The tom wanted to talk to her, having noticed the subtle changes within her, but Rainfreckle was not interested in trying to explain herself. She instead pointed out a squirrel in a tree and leaped up into the branches to escape an awkward conversation- and to her delight, Stormwhisker followed her. Rainfreckle chased the squirrel through the branches and her father followed, the two beginning to laugh as they leaped from tree to tree in pursuit of the bushy-tailed quarry.

Eventually the squirrel realized its best hope was to climb to the topmost, lightest branches of a tree. Rainfreckle eagerly accepted the challenge, chasing up after it as nimbly as the squirrel itself. Stormwhisker grinned and bunched his muscles, jumping in the wake of his daughter, and even after the squirrel escaped them Rainfreckle continued to climb. She wanted to see how high she could go.

Suddenly there was a broken crunching sound, and then a resounding crack. Rainfreckle stopped, flanks heaving, and saw Stormwhisker tumbling down from the branch that had snapped beneath his paws. He caught himself on a lower bough, eyes clearly stunned, and then flipped her a grin. Rainfreckle exhaled in relief, bounding down after him. Stormwhisker lifted a hind paw to get back onto the branch, taking a deep breath, when abruptly his paws slipped and he tumbled downward. Rainfreckle didn’t see him hit the ground.

“Dad!” she gasped, and with a renewed urgency she rushed down the tree, spotting his gray pelt draped over a branch only two tail-lengths from the ground. Rainfreckle leaped down to the branch just above his, craning her neck to see if he was alright. She forced herself to sound bright.

“Alright, okay, very convincing, Dad.” Rainfreckle snorted and sat back. “You can’t fool me.”

Stormwhisker did not respond.

“Okay…really, it’s not funny anymore,” Rainfreckle said slowly, refusing to believe it. “Come on, Dad, get up. I’m not kidding.”

Rainfreckle was only a year and a half.

For weeks she blamed herself for her father’s death. If she had not continued to climb, Stormwhisker wouldn’t have either. And if he had not climbed so high, the branch wouldn’t have broken beneath his weight. Yet Torrentfall refused to let his sister blame herself; he slowly began to drag her out to hunt again. Galestorm joined them in time, having strengthened his injured leg with Thistleheart’s assistance. Rainfreckle began to feel complete again with her brothers at her side, but she did not feel like a true warrior. Hunting, too, lost its appeal. Galestorm was given an apprentice, but Rainfreckle could not even find it in her to envy him. How was she supposed to teach a cat to be brave?

She began to curiously spend time with Thistleheart, intrigued by her herbs. Rainfreckle was silently disgusted with herself- what kind of warrior liked plants better than hunting? She denied her interest in healing, but she could not help but talk more with the medicine cat.

Rainfreckle was almost two years old when Pinestar’s body was discovered in the territory. There were no signs of wounds or struggle; it was assumed he had peacefully slipped away of old age. Their deputy, Owlfeather, became Owlstar. Rainfreckle silently envied Thistleheart the experience of accompanying the young she-cat to receive her nine lives. She wondered how she could have messed up so badly. All she had ever wanted was to make her father proud, but she could not even hunt or fight!

The last straw came less than a moon later, when Galestorm was killed by a fox while protecting his apprentice. It was said that his bad leg had been his downfall. The tom was rushed back to camp, but Thistleheart was out collecting herbs, and as a result Galestorm was unable to be saved. Rainfreckle was holding his paw when the light faded from his eyes.

I could have saved him. She slowly folded her brother’s forepaw back over his chest, closing her eyes. I could have done what no one else could.

She went to Owlstar that night and asked if she could train to be a medicine cat.

Medicine Cat || Rainfreckle found a sense of purpose again when Thistleheart agreed to take her on as her apprentice. To her delight, she took to healing with a passion, learning just as eagerly as she had during her warrior training. This time, however, Rainfreckle knew exactly what she was getting into. Torrentfall understood his sister’s thoughts, and she was immensely relieved to know that he agreed with her decision.

Herbs and remedies fascinated her as battle moves and hunter’s crouches never truly had, and Rainfreckle excitedly practiced and recited all that she learned. Thistleheart was amused by her insistence to know more.

“You don’t have to learn it all in two moons,” the she-cat teased.

“I don’t have to, but nothing says I can’t,” Rainfreckle retorted.

It was probably for the best that Rainfreckle pushed so hard and learned so swiftly. She had only been apprenticed for a little over four moons when Thistleheart, while collecting herbs, was killed by a fox- possibly the one who had taken Galestorm’s life. Rainfreckle was abruptly no longer the medicine cat apprentice, but the medicine cat.

She has grown on her own for the past six moons, adapting and making up for what she missed out on by losing Thistleheart three moons too soon. After seasons of finding peace and who she was always meant to be, Rainfreckle has settled comfortably into her position and regained her confidence and sense of humor.

Roleplay Information

{ Time Zone } Eastern Time (UTC-5)

{ Roleplaying Methods }

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{ Roleplay Example }

Ktori, Blue-Green-Light, from The-Golden-Butterfly || The tang of blood hit him like an iron weight.

The past several months in Light Tribe had trained him to recognize the sickly sweet stench as a beacon, a calling; blood meant he was needed. Blood meant he was required immediately. It had been so successfully hardwired into his nerves that Ktori abandoned the precious flower he had discovered hidden among reeds by the riverbank without so much as a second thought, gravitating silently towards the direction the wind blustered from. There, he would find whomever's blood was calling to him for his help. He was getting stronger. He could help now. Scratches and bruises were no longer beyond him. He could even manage small gashes. Yet in the heat of the moment, he could not even take pride or reassurance in this- he just moved.

The smell grew stronger, but so did something else. Something that made his fur crawl inexplicably with dread, as if his sub-conscious recognized it and his brain had yet to catch up. The closer he grew, the more his pelt rippled with cold, when suddenly his eyes made out a crumpled figure in the grass beneath the shade of a tree.

Tia.

Ktori bolted, paws streaking over the field to get him to the Pink-Orange-Light's side, trembling violently when he finally reached her and bent over. His forepaw gently hovered over her side, every now and then dabbing down as if to touch her and then shying away again, a numb sense of horror rushing repeatedly through him. No. Spirits, no. She couldn't be dead. No, he would not even think the word- there, the tiniest of motion, a jerk of her flank. Mercy was a gift. And though he had never been one to pray, he did then, desperately taking her face with painstaking tenderness in his paws and tilting it sideways so she could breathe easier. When he did, he stiffened, feeling as if ice water had suddenly trickled down his spine and was leaching into his limbs, turning them to lead, chasing every bit of ethical reasoning from his pounding heart.

Her muzzle was ruined. Teeth- large teeth, but unmistakably a cat's- had sank deep into the bridge of her nose, as if trying to tear it from her; her chin bore similar markings, and Ktori's stomach convulsed to imagine a cat with half of Yvaine's head trapped in their jaws. They had been trying to kill her. Of that he was certain. Blood bubbled at her nostrils, and before his rage could consume him he summoned power from his gut and concentrated. A brilliant arrangement of blue and green neatly shimmered from over his heart and up to his eye, and as he worked he thought of how Yvaine was supposed to look- strong, with a face to match her personality. A solid jaw line. A firm muzzle. He felt his energy leave him and knew he could only focus on one or two of her wounds, so he would make it count. When her muzzle was healed, he leaned back, breathing heavily, before a new wave of fury threatened to cripple him. Her tattoo was clawed, the punctures deeper in some areas almost as if Tia's attacker had attempted to tear the marking from her fur. He swallowed and lit his face again, taking much more time with her tattoo, determined to do this right. She will not lose her powers. I refuse to let her lose any of her powers. He was so furious that his anger gave him energy, and he took of it gladly, able to do things he would be incapable of in his normal, serene state.

Still the adolescent was unconscious, and Ktori wasn't sure if he had been forcibly knocked into it or fainted from pain. Undoubtedly, she had been through a horrid ordeal; the thought of it made him sick. Nothing made him sick. He had seen horrors already but this...this was horrible. This was repulsive.

Yvaine's blood dappled the ground, leading away, the grass ruined in her wake where she had attempted to drag herself. Ktori's uncaring eyes roamed over the earth and took note of this, a stone of hatred settling into his stomach and nesting there. It was still fresh. Her attacker could not have gotten far.

Oh, she would hate him when she woke. And in his own hatred, he could not think to care.

"Forgive me, Tia," he whispered, turning back to her and bending down to rasp his tongue over her head fur. A tiny voice whispered to him to stay with her, or to bring her to Light Tribe, where the rest of her wounds could be treated.

It was all too easy to ignore.