recovery | the return and re-building of mistralclan

The pretty she-cat let out a purr of laughter at his expense, enjoying how easily she unnerved him. It was clear that the tom was simply exhausted, overworked, and, frankly, more deserving or a rest than any other cat in the clan, and that was why it was so fun to tease him. She twitched her whiskers at him.

“You should watch your paws better then, sweetheart.”

She sat down next to him, her long tail curling around her paws as she watched him struggle to a standing position, feeling a pang of worry for him although her face never showed it, nor her eyes betrayed it. There was no herb or polyjuice that could cure him of his exhaustion, but sleep, and Honeycloud knew there was a good chance he wouldn’t do so, even if she prescribed it to him, until his job was done or he collapsed for good.

“Well, not that I don’t cherish every moment I have to mess with you….” She mused, liking when he broke sometimes and exposed the part of himself that actually seemed to like her, in his own way. It was what kept her playing with him, for it was never fun to tease someone who truly hated it. “I came to offer my help. Barkface’s old den is fully stocked and sorted.” Funny, how she couldn’t wrap her mind around it being her den. “As medicine cat I need to do what I can to make sure you get some sleep. If that means helping you finish sooner, so be it.”

“I am at your disposal.” She saluted with her tail, praying to starclan it wouldn’t be something too yicky.