A Proposal

[The Woodwitch]

Blazepaw had died.

He had been a ThunderClan apprentice- a fine young tom. The Woodwitch had been looking for injured cats when she camp upon the unconcious, bleeding form of the ginger cat, who had been bitten by an adder at the place the clan cars called Snakerocks, for the adders during Greenleaf that made their home there. The Woodwitch had managed to prolong his life for a few days, far beyond the time a cat would usually live after they were bitten by an adder and the venom had spread. Unfortunately, by the time the brown tabby gave him the proper treatment, the venom was all over his body, far too much to cure. He had died peacefully in his sleep, and The Woodwitch had carried his body back to the clan, along with herbs and a proposition for ThunderClan.

Catmint was delicately wrapped in dried grass and birch bark, and chickweed was bound in more grass and bark. From her time in WindClan, The Woodwitch could tell that the healing ways of the clans were much different then her own, which involved combining many other plants. Some of these strange but useful remedies were also carried in thin grass and bark, like all The Woodwitch had to offer. It was quite difficult, carrying so many herbs and pulling a small dead body to ThunderClan, but she had managed, and was about a foxlengths from the border.

Suddenly, as a bush rustled, The Woodwitch instantly said, "I come bearing a proposal, an offering, and some rather unfortunate news. I do not wish to provoke your wrath. You may call me the Woodwitch."

[DayBask]

DayBask had escaped from the firey tempers of the two siblings, Soulfire and Bluefire when he scented an unfamiliar cat. His fur prickled. When the cat spoke, he relaxed, but was always aware of poison in the herbs she smelled of. "Who is the Woodwitch?" he asked, stepping out of the bushes. His light green eyes were staring deep into hers and DayBask was intent on knowing what her news was and what her offering was. She seemed of no threat. ____________________________ dreaming ;; speaking ;; doing ;; thinking chat daybask speaks to the ww [bg=aa9976][atrb=border,0,true]

[The Woodwitch]

"I am the Woodwitch." The brown tabby answered. "A silly name the kittypets gave me, and I adopted." The Woodwitch surely did sound better than Woodpaw. Woodpaw was a silly name, for young clan cats, in an alternate life that the wood-colored tabby did not belong in.

"Blazepaw has died. I tried to save him, but alas, the venom of an adder had tainted his very blood, and it spread throughout his body, killing him. It is unfortunate, indeed." At that moment, the loner stepped aside to reveal the ginger body of a young tom.

[DayBask]

"Did you kill one of our apprentices?" Daybask asked, calmly enough to show his ability to send her away though wanting to know more. His ginger fur lie flat and he narrowed his eyes. "And why would you care about an apprentice of a Clan you are no part of?" Confusion, confusion. Most other cats would leave him to die, unless part of a Clan or something. He was only ThunderClan's responsibility. Though still, the tom kept calm and awaited an answer from the oddly named she-cat. She had lots of explaining to do. ____________________________ dreaming ;; speaking ;; doing ;; thinking chat daybask speaks to the woodwitch [bg=aa9976][atrb=border,0,true]

[The Woodwitch]

"A better question, warrior, would be why not? Herbs and healing are my specialty- I take it upon myself to heal others for reasons I do not even know, or care to know. Besides, even if I did not care to heal him, why would I care enough to kill him, either? If you truly want, you may look at Blazepaw's body. His right shoulder has the fangs of an adder clearly marked in them- not the mark of a cat, I can assure you."

The Woodwitch was calm as she stated her response, the appetizing scent of catmint wafting into her mouth through it's contained location. She was sure the cat was suspicious- a strange cat with an unusually unusual name popping up at the border with the body of a dead apprentice and precious herbs. If she had still been in WindClan, The Woodwitch would have done the same- except that the life of a warrior was not for the brown tabby, and never would truly be.

[DayBask]

DayBask was not phased by her sense of confidence in the words she toned to seem so thoughtful and wise. He opened his mouth to speak; as he would not let the loner leave this territory leaving a dead apprentice and the confusion of an entire Clan. "How did you find Blazepaw? This is ThunderClan territory and he smells nothing of the border." the calm carelessness of his usual voice was replaced with questioning and blunt curiosity to know how and why that cat was here; there had to be something more than simply the death of a ThunderClan cat. Who on this earth would make themselves so obvious? There had to be a reason for her happenings in the territory. If she were collecting herbs, then she should have the ability to scent the border, or at least unfamiliar cats. And, wait a minute. "How do you know his name?" ____________________________ dreaming ;; speaking ;; doing ;; thinking chat daybask speaks to the woodwitch [bg=aa9976][atrb=border,0,true]

[The Woodwitch]

"I brought him to my 'den', as you would put it. I found him at Snakerocks, with a bite in his shoulder." The Woodwitch responded, setting down her herbs, the scent of catmint released to the world. She gently brushed her fluffy tail over Blazepaw's face, emerald eyes glazed over with death. His last words had been that he had seen StarClan. Even though the Woodwitch was not a clan cat, she herself believed in StarClan- and hoped that would become her spirit home after her living body died.

"Blazepaw was well enough to speak at many times." The Woodwitch replied quietly. "He told me his name, where he was from, and that he wished for his body to be returned to his clan. It is my intention to bring him to your camp- with an escort, so I'm not murdered the moment a cat sees me- so that your clan may sit vigil as he passes over to StarClan. He's happy there, I could tell by the sound of his dying words."

[DayBask]

DayBask narrowed his eyes and took the apprentice's scruff. "You need to be on your way out of ThunderClan." he said, and began towards the entrance to camp. ____________________________ dreaming ;; speaking ;; doing ;; thinking chat daybask speaks to [bg=aa9976][atrb=border,0,true]

[DayBask]

-- ____________________________ dreaming ;; speaking ;; doing ;; thinking chat I declare this closed. daybask speaks to [bg=aa9976][atrb=border,0,true]