Another day, another deal. However, while many might find such a life tiresome, it was something Majesty could never grow bored of. She enjoyed making these deals with every slither of her being - some might even call them her weakness, were she not so good at them. Even if she could not resist making a deal, she always ensured it was for the better of the Palace, or herself. The kits curled out of sight in one of the plush nests were only proof of that. One of those would be hers forever, though with their eyes not yet even open, she had yet to decide whom she would keep.
Perhaps another deal was in order, then.
That, however, was a matter for another night. On this eve, she was not with her kits since she nursed them last, instead another subject watching over them, and no shortage of loyalties ready to kill or call for her should anything arise. Not that she expected anything would, even if she always planned for it. There had been no trouble since the traitor Lincoln brought before her, and with a deal to be made tonight, she doubted there would be any now. After all, when were she and her subjects more vigilant than when visitors came to trade.
Soon enough, Midnight would arrive with the clan healers in tow, with any luck. Majesty was uncertain how many would attend, however, she knew at least one would be meeting with her tonight, and she had her hopes set on more, if not all. It was not the easiest thing to coordinate, separated as the clans were, however this was a good opportunity indeed.
Majesty had every intention to get more information on the illness drifting through the forest that moon, one she had heard rumors of, but had little solid information. She needed more, and while making a deal was certainly her preference, she was not opposed to threatening for information if it came to it.
Fortunately, healers were often easier to deal with in leafbare than most.
It was dark out. Cats were beginning to settle in their nests, especially those who had patrols to attend to early the next day. There were no cats currently in the medicine den, and Featherpaw would be able to handle whatever came her way, to an extent, if the unlikely emergency sprung up during her absence. Fangstar watched her from a distance, and she only huffed, turning tail and striding out of camp.
Night had fallen. Midnight was approaching.
They had agreed to meet near the dirt thunderpath that would take them to the homestead. She had hoped the representative of CreekClan would meet her along the way, but her walk ended pretty uneventfully. Despite being the closest, or perhaps in spite of, Flickerfrost had left a bit later than what she deemed as safe so she wasn't waiting forever for every other cat to show up. And yet, upon arrival, no other scents drifted her way. It seemed she was, yet again, the first to arrive. It was becoming a trend for her. She wasn't sure she liked it.
Sighing heavily, Flickerfrost waited there at their meeting spot, paws shuffling to keep away the cold that was threatening to overcome her. It was getting too to just sit there and wait, and she was tired of waiting anyways. Getting back her paws, she made sure to heavily scent a nearby bush so that MoorClan and CreekClan would know she was there, thank you very much, before setting off down the path.
Flickerfrost wasn't entirely sure of where she was going; she'd never heard of this Majesty until just recently, and she'd really never been in that direction before. Still, despite the touch of fear she allowed in her heart, she wouldn't let it show and she wouldn't let it stop her. They needed information. They would work something out, regardless of who else showed up. Flickerfrost would not back down, with or without any cat's help. She was just glad she kept her apprentice back at camp - Featherpaw would have been terrified and the thought made a laugh bubble out of her.
The smell of cats unfamiliar to her eventually reached her, though she hadn't seen another yet. Still, she was GorgeClan's medicine cat. She'd play nice. "Greetings," she called, drawing herself to a stop. "I am Flickerfrost of GorgeClan. To whom am I speaking?"
[attr="class","textieno"] @tagged [break] notes [break] credit ❤[break][break] Skywhisper left the camp admittedly a little late. There was too much to do for a healer during leaf-bare. Too many cats to care for and too many accidents. The scarcity of prey made cats vulnerable. Hungry cats did not put up the best fight against disease. He was as reluctant as the other medicine cats to leave his Clan. He did not have an apprentice, and feared the lack of medical knowledge, even for a moment, could lead to another death.[break][break]
As he approached their meeting spot, he caught the scent of Flickerfrost. Well, the GorgeClan medicine cat had clearly made it apparent that she had already arrived. He padded into view and dipped his head in greeting. [break][break]
MoorClan was closest to the Palace where Majesty ruled. Skywhisper had known about them for quite some time now. But it had been clear that, business matters aside, this group of cats was totally uninterested in Clan matters. They would not offer any sort of empathetic help per say, but rather only a business deal. He hoped the other medicine cats would be alright with that.[break][break]
"Skywhisper, of MoorClan," he introduced briefly to the unfamiliar black she that was to guide them to Majesty. They were just waiting on Spiderpaw now.
there is nothing you can do spiderpaw... he is lost.
the memory of pantherleap beneath his paws as he struggled with herb after herb, using combinations that would have had berrybloom yowling in fear, had left the young tom distort and fearful. he had failed. not only had he allowed the clan deputy to pass to this illness, but he had lost sight of his mentor only days before - and had been left to the clan as their mostly trained apprentice. he knew the basics, how to treat the most common illnesses and injuries - something he was grateful for picking up on. however the more severe illnesses he knew he needed assistance on.
it was how he had found himself knowing about a meeting taking place with a feline that called herself majesty. he had almost laughed, barking out a retort that if anyone had to call themselves majesty of a group, must surely be lacking in something. but for the young tom, he had been escorted as far as gorgeclan border, then picked up by a gorgeclan patrol to be escorted to the border of gorgeclan and this palace. he had been informed no harm would come to him, and he trusted the word of the gorgeclanners as little as his leader did, but upon reaching the other border he felt reassured.
now he used his own nose to track the felines down. it would seem he was the last to arrive, having stumbled through everything to try and catch up with the felines who had already began their journey to the palace. slower, unstable, he was surprised when a large feline with spots of a wild cat briskly picked him up as if he weighed nothing, and carried him to where the others were. spits of insults littered spiderpaw's maw - to unintelligent to even make sense of - until he noticed he had made a bit of scene between the pretty cat at the top of a pillow pile, the black feline leading skywhisper and flickerfrost and the cat finally releasing him.
he heard the tom whispering something along the lines of his faithful queen before disappearing but the smaller black fluff glared after his retreating form, before climbing to his paws and waddling closer to the other medicine cats. he turned to look at the others for a moment before sighing in annoyance. "i am spiderpaw... i am now creekclan's medicine cat." he did not glance at the others when he spoke this - afterall the last time he visited any of them was skywhisper to get some more catnip as creekclan needed it a bit more. he had neglected to inform them that berrybloom had been missing two days at that time.
it was... afterall.. how he was informed of this meeting and not his mentor.
so i noticed midnight would have lead the other two in. so i made something up for spider to get dragged in last. aka, welcome lincoln for a split second carrying an angry black fluff-ball into the meeting room.
also i hope that its okay i wrote he visited for catnip, seeing as moorclan is closer to the two-leg place, and he could have said berrybloom sent him because he needed to get used to the smell.
"Midnight," the raven female would reply curtly as the first of the healers came into her view. She would step forward to be seen, though her expression would not shift as she waited. Soon enough a second arrived, and Midnight nodded in turn, before turning away with a whisk of her tail and brief command for them to follow. Lincoln could bring in any others who showed up - surely he had enough of a brain to know the scent of clans and herbs.
As the healers were lead into the Palace, Midnight would guide them before Majesty before offering her a bow and returning to the shadows that seemed to call her. Majesty offered her adviser the barest of nods, before her attention turned fully to the new arrivals. Two, not three, though any were better than none.
"Good to see you have come," the molly greeted smoothly, shifting in her place to sit a little taller as she peered down at the medicine cats. "Healers of the Gorge and Moor, I assume?" Midnight offered silent confirmation of this, though Majesty did not need it.
Before she could speak further, a ruckus drew her attention.
Tail whisking in the mildest display of annoyance, Majesty's gaze darted toward the entrance, before it lightened in amusement at the sight. Within the jaws of one of her favorites, certainly the most loyal of them all, hung a smaller black furred tom spitting profanities for all to hear. Only to seemingly notice that all eyes were upon him as he was deposited to collect himself. A slight curl of her maw in Lincoln's direction was offered, before Majesty's gleaming honey eyes locked onto the smallest healer of the three.
"And how young you are..." the molly mused, gaze scanning over him, quick to note his injured leg as well, before it skipped back to his own eyes and glimmered with amusement. "Certainly quite the entrance. Though, perhaps we have more important matters to focus on."
Attention shifting to encompass all three, Majesty curled her tail neatly over her paws.
"Now I am never one to give for nothing," she admitted smoothly, "however that is unimportant, for the moment. So, let us start with your requests, shall we?"
There wasn't much Flickerfrost could do aside from wait. Skywhisper turned up before long and she twitched her whiskers in greeting but otherwise kept her mouth shut. Spiderpaw had not yet come and idly, she wondered if he even would but then another cat pushed into view and they had no choice but to follow, which she did willingly. No sense in getting into fights, especially when they weren't even on their own lands.
They came to a stop in another room and Flickerfrost looked around curiously. There was a molly, sitting up higher than them, and Flickerfrost offered her a nod of greeting. So this was Majesty. Her personality, how little of it she just then saw - and how easily it showed the rest - seemed to fit the name. Flickerfrost was determined not to start anything. It is not your land, she told herself. "You are correct," she called. "I am Flickerfrost, of GorgeClan," she announced once more.
It was then that Spiderpaw came into view, though in a way she couldn't have expected. She couldn't prevent the snort of laughter that begged to be released - certainly, he hadn't been like this at their Halfmoon Gathering, but she figured she could learn to love this side of the apprentice far more than the quiet, unsure apprentice that he had been previously. She chose not to say anything, however, instead watching as Spiderpaw joined them, eyes sparkling at his introduction. Medicine cat? What had happened? It wasn't the time, however, and she swiveled her ears to pay more attention to Majesty.
"As I understand, this is a give and get situation," she started, taking one step forward and not one more. "We require information on The Spore, a disease that's been killing cats recently, where nothing we do can stop it. Specifically, we'd like information on that - how to cure it, or at least stop or prevent it. What can we give in return?" Surely, there was something - with three Clans, there had to be something they could offer in return.
He didn't really like the vibe of the pretty she. And while he had heard much of her due to the Palace's proximity to MoorClan territory, he did not think fondly of it. Loners, they were. They did not cause trouble but Skywhisper trusted little in those whose paws were not guided by StarClan. Where, then, did they get their sense of morality and justice? [break][break] The persuasion in her voice, the way she sauntered smoothly, and the sickly sweetness of her words all bothered Skywhisper.[break][break] His thoughts were interrupted by Spiderpaw's entrance. His ears pricked up, alarmed, and eyes widened in surprise and shock. Questions whizzed through his mind; what had happened to Berrybloom? The medicine cat had been the eldest one living among them, and the news shook Skywhisper to the bone. He blinked at Spiderpaw, hoping the young apprentice - now medicine cat- would catch his gaze for a chat later. [break][break] CreekClan would need a skilled medicine cat as leaf-bare roared through the forest. This time, Skywhisper would not let them face it alone. [break][break] "We ask to trade for any herbs beyond our knowledge that you might have," Skywhisper said, barely audible. The present conversation was important and he tried his hardest to focus his attention back to it. Blue eyes turning toward Majesty, he waited. So a deal it had to be, huh? He did not like that idea. Medicine cats helped all cats. He stood and lived by those morals. [break][break] "Or if you are generous, anything of aid," he proposed calmly.