This land was one of the most unforgiving she'd been to, full of bubbling black, foul-smelling goo. The remains of recent unfortunates still trapped on the surface showed the danger in letting your guard down, and made her wonder how many more creatures were entombed beneath the roiling surface of the tar. It had only been the desire to know more of the lands surrounding Celestial and her closest ally, Lirim, that had led her this far. Gwen had made the trek over the desert lands with the intention of exploring Lirim's neighboring lands when she had been considering siege scenarios, and the possibility of being called upon to aid their ally in the event of a siege on them. Knowing Lirim's lands, in that case, would allow them to hopefully make the journey to their aid much swifter, allowing them to assist in time.

But she hadn't expected someplace like this, and curiosity had brought her deeper and deeper into the dangerous terrain. She was staring with morbid interest at the rotting corpse of a deer partly preserved in one of the smaller pools when a soft mewing caught her attention.

She raised her head, listening intently. The mewing sounded like a young creature in distress, and the sound tugged at Gwen's soft heart. She followed it still deeper into the maze of tar pits, until her gaze fell on the source.

A tiny kitten, hardly more than a pale ball of fluff with auburn markings and pink nose, was crying piteously beside one of the tar pits.

The reason for the kitten's distress was immediately obvious - trapped in the confines of the pool was the limp body of an older female cat with long, silky fur in the same colors as the kitten. She had clearly succumbed to the pit only recently, not long enough ago to leave the kitten weakened by hunger without anyone to hunt for it.

Seeing Gwen, the kitten stopped mewing and warily huddled as close to the tar pit as it could without touching it, as if seeking its deceased mother's protection. The way it held one forepaw close to its chest showed it to be injured - Gwen suspected that it had tried to touch the bubbling tar and burned itself.

"Hey sweety, it's ok," she whispered coaxingly, getting down on her belly to put her head on a level with the kitten. "I'm not going to bite. Is your paw hurt?"

The kitten hesitated, but the natural trusting nature of many younglings had her slowly creeping back closer to Gwen and cautiously extending her injured paw. Sure enough, an angry red burn covered the paw pad, black tar sticking in the formerly white fur between the pads. Gwen's heart melted at the pitiful tears swimming in the kitten's blue eyes, and she had to keep from rushing over and hugging the little fluff ball. It would undoubtedly scare the poor thing half to death.

"Do you want to come with me to find someone who can help with your hurt?" she asked gently.

The kitten seemed to consider this a moment, then nodded, moving up to press against Gwen's forelegs. Carefully, Gwen bent to grasp the kitten's scruff and pick her up off the ground. She seemed to weigh hardly more than a little mouse. Carrying the curled up kitten, she trotted off through the tar pits towards more populated lands, hoping to find another explorer with healing knowledge. For all the time she'd spent with Lanse as he struggled with his disease, she herself had never learned to heal. But she had learned stubbornness, and she was determined to see this young orphan healed and fed.

 


Well what did she here, her auds perked and tracing the back of her crown. Her cranial turning to the right, as her auds served towards the front right side of her crown. Sounds echoing softly, to peck uncertainly at her auds. Her nose wrinkling before a soft inhale, brought a female wolf's and a cats. A cat scent? She slowly approached her toes curling to touch her, pads. She padded up, a burnt scent filled the air. She lowered her cranial, and sniffed her nostrils flared. The cats pad, was burned. "May I help you?" she asked softly, her limb brushing the flora as it glided closer to the cat. Lowering her front half of her form, as she looked softly at the cat. Lavender orbs, scanning the blue orbs of the pained kitten.

She then slide her paws back to her own form, as she did these she sat back onto her haunches. Her auds pinned to the back of her crown, in concern her eyes enlarging as she tried to seem softer and sweeter to the kitten. Her wip slashed the ground, and circled around her dainty paws. Claws beginning to need her tail, her teeth softly grinding against her maw. Her chin lowering to point down at the kittens small body.

"Hear The Words Of These Fallen Angel"

She had not traveled long with the kitten hanging trustingly from Gwen's grip on her scruff when the pair was approached by a stranger. Gwen watched her warily as she moved closer and spoke. Gwen hesitated to put the kitten down where it could be in danger from an unknown wolf, but she could hardly speak while holding her, so Gwen carefully set the kitten down between her forelegs where the wolf would have to go right under Gwen to get to it, and put herself in easy reach of Gwen's jaws. "Its going to be ok, princess," she whispered to the kitten before raising her head to give the other woman an appraising glance. "That depends," she answered the stranger's question bluntly. "Are you a healer?"

 


The woman called the kitten a princess which slightly amused, her but as she spoke to her and asked if she was a healer she gave a nod. "Yes dear i am, now may i help?" she asked softly her tail unfolding from the spot along her legs, then to lye in a mid position not dominant but not submissive. She gave a quick glance around, taking in the area spotting what types of herbs lie around.

She looked back at the woman waiting for a reply, give her a small sigh. "And don't worry i won't eat the kitten, it way to cute." she gave a soft glace at the kitten, before looking straight into the womans eyes.

"Hear The Words Of These Fallen Angel"
Ooc: Oh god gotta fix that!

Gwenevere kept the kitten tucked protectively between her forelegs despite the younger female's assurances. She gave her a tight smile, striving to keep her friendly demeanor despite the fact that being called such a condescending pet name ruffled her feathers. "Forgive me if I don't take the word of a stranger as fact," she told the woman dryly. A sigh barely breathed past her jaws then, and she capitulated a little, nudging the kitten a couple kitten-sized steps in front of her, where she could still reach her at an instant's notice. "She burned her pawpad on the boiling black goo. Do you have anything for burns?"