Mutant Cat Clan

Kiko sighed and shook his head after shaking off the tense feeling that had taken hold of his muscles from the sudden collision. "No," he said, rolling his shoulders. "I just can't seem to relax. I was wondering if you had something to..help." He hated asking for help, at least from healers anyway. There was a difference between asking for help in battle and just asking for help on a regular day.

Silverheart recited the herbs in her head. She sensed the way he didn't want to ask for help and stopped herself before she went all into his life. "Well I do have catmint and thyme. There's another called camomile that I haven't gathered...but I do have those. They really do work if you want them..."

IceHeart nodded. "Good then." He stood, gave his fur a quick look then nodded to the others. "We should return and eat. I'm sure the excitment has made some of you hungry."

FireEyes yawned and nodded, standing. His stomach growled, having missed out of hunting from the attack. Burn markes were on the ground from where he'd been sitting.

Chelsa slunk back in the shadows to watch, not really being one to socialize with large crowds. She watched as they all started to migrate towards the camp, her bright eyes piercing the dark, yet somehow seeming to blend in perfectly. She felt her stomach cringe from not eating, but ignored it easily.


"Yes, please," Kiko said as he shifted his weight, his eyes only leaving her for seconds at a time. "And something for this infernal headache if you don't mind."

Silverheart nodded and went to get catmint. It was the most common of them with all the humans, -twolegs-, she corrected herself mentally. She placed the catmint at Kiko's paws then went to get feverfew, used for headaches. Silverheart placed it at his paws. "There you go." She watched him, getting slight glimps of his past but not enough to give her anything.

((I'm making another cat))

Name: Darkblaze
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Power: Enhanced hearing
Rank: Warrior
Info: Darkblaze showed great promise and was taken from his home in the night. He fought every minute and hated being contained. Eventually he escaped and doesn't talk very much about that time. Being contained made Darkblaze prefer the night and battles.
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