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((Its okay its okay, I didn't expect people to know, ^^. The muntjac was believable, just as long as it doesn't happen on a regular basis. Mahora was believable too, don't worry. Kakash, you're all right, let's just say the kills are outside. *uses magical writer abilities*.))

Zephre inspected Mahora's cheek thoroughly. Despite being blind he was a skilled healer, working almost entirely by sense of smell.
"It's deep," he concluded. "But not too dangerous a wound, just bleeding badly." With that he put one huge paw over the cheetah's face as he would do to a cub and began to clean the wound gently with his tongue. Once that was over he applied the leaf paste he had made. "This will stop the bleeding and make it heal faster. Unfortunately it will stain your fur green for a few days. If the wound starts hurting or burning, come back straight away."
He nodded to the cheetah before going to see to Calyn.

Brindle nodded to the other leader, "For the most part. No serious injuries." The tiger looked very troubled. "We need to hold a council. Every head and second. There is a traitor in the pride Bianca, they must be stopped."
When Kiros spoke she listened, smiling inwardly at his eagerness.
"My second is injured." she said quietly. "She was the target of those assassins. Her protection comes first. However. Once that is accomplished...I will not rest until the traitor is caught. The council is our first step. If you would Kiros, I would like you to accompany Calyn and I."
Brindle then looked at the freshly treated Mahora, he did not seem up to much more than rest at the moment.
"Mahora," She called. "I will ask Thela to fetch the outriders, you may take time to recover." From the size of the scratches on his face she guessed the second assassin was a large cat.
"You've either been very foolish, or very courageous tonight. Either way, you've earned a rest. A portion of that meat," here she nodded towards the two kills, "is yours if you need it." Normally as leader she had the right to a portion, but she would happily give it away to a cat who had shown as much courage and talent as Mahora had.

Once Zephre had finished treating Calyn's wounds (which were worse than he expected Brindle knew, but kept this to himself) he poked his head back into the den where Bianca had slipped while Brindle was speaking to the other cats. He heard the tigress' words and nodded before dipping his head in respect.
"You can say that again." He sighed, lying down just inside the den's mouth.
"I believe I still owe the little ones a story."

The cubs that were with Konya all charged at zephre. "Story!" They all tackled him. Konya got up with a sigh and started to get the cubs off of him. "little ones zephre isn't a toy be good." Some of the cubs began to climb on her as well, she laughed and layed down knowing they'd calm down in a little while. "Zephre i think you should start with there story now." One of the cubs was laying on her head and biting her ear, she just smiled at her and layed her head between her paws.

Sahari whipped back to Cirro, changing her mind. "Okay, out!" she growled quietly, baring small fangs at the Hunter. Once Cirro was out of the den, Sahari stallked over towards Bianca, put out. "Are you okay?" she asked her Leader, her voice hushed. She listened to talks of a council meeting, before glancing towards the cubs back in the den. Danial was still sleeping where she had left him, while the others were attacking Zephre, with Konya nearby. She didn't look forward to leaving the cubs alone, even if there were legions of felines guarding them - it was common knowledge Sahari did not trust easily.

Cirrocumo blinked sullenly as the small she-cat turned on him, ordering him out of the den. The Hunter nodded swiftly, and left, sure-footed paws carrying him out into the downpour. He joined his Leader, sitting beside Kiros as he gazed quietly at Brindle. His mahogany-hued irises bore into the tiger, almost unnervingly so, but then he blinked and looked up at the sky. The dark stormclouds were directly above them, though the raging winds were pushing the clouds along. Hopefully the storm would be over soon.

[I'm going to be gone from Monday (tomorrow) until Thursday evening. But I might be able to get on. I'm not sure yet, so expect an absence ^.^]

Mahora sat absolutely still, his face showing nothing but surprising calmness, and he didn't flinch as Zephre cleaned his wound. It stung a bit, but went numb slightly afterwards. He wished he could resist Brindle's request, wanting nothing more than to go with her to catch whoever did this to him and Calyn. But instead, he merely bowed his head and padded off to the den he slept in, his steps slow and careful.

Jacqueline sat up when Zephre mentioned a story. she did enjoy his tales, and went to sit between Tami's front paws again, her big blue eyes watvhing the blind lion with curiosity and interest.

(Holy crap, I'm so sorry for not coming in sooner. I've been very distracted of late. And it will only increase until school starts up again. Damn summer stuff...)

Armine sat a few feet away from the gathering cats, fuming. There was a traitor among them? The only reason he had been oblivious to the situation and recent turn of events was because he was easily distracted some days, and he had been chasing butterflies. Something he did rarely, and was also a little ashamed of doing, but it also made him very angry since it kept him away from something like this. "A traitor among us!? The only thing I can't stand is betrayal. I know every cat here knows that, so who would be dumb enough to do something like this?" Armine could truly be something of a beast when he was searching for a snake in the grass.

If any of the cats were to glance at Armine, they would see the fire in his eyes that screamed 'let me help too!' But he wouldn't interrupt just to ask a question that would be improper. If Brindle wanted him, she would ask, not something for Armine to overstep his station for. He wished he had been trained an outrider instead sometimes. Until Brindle gave him further orders though, Armine had nothing to do. He had been planning on trying to find some food for everyone, but he didn't think it would be a good idea so soon after an attack.

Sahari's large ears were well tuned to the sound of Zephre's low voice, and she listened to the story with a soft, reminiscing smile on her maw. She remembered when she had been a cub and Zephre had told his stories then - and even when she was a young Den-Watcher, fresh out of the nursery only to come back to care for the young; then, she had listened to his tales and legends with a sort of awe that was only shone for Zephre and the blind cat alone.

Cirro blinked, and slowly, almost lazily, turned his gaze back upon Brindle. His eyes glowed in the dark, and he saw Armine's silhouette through the downpour; he gave a sort of jerk of his head in greeting to his fellow subordinate, before turned back to his leader. "The storm does not trouble me, Brindle," he replied in a low, hoarse voice. He so rarely spoke up, it was of great surprise to hear his voice. "Though I expect it will soon blow away, look - the winds are great tonight," he added, flicking his ringed tail-tip heavenwards; he didn't answer her second query, though it was the same burden as the burden on his companions. He turned instead to Armine, ears pricked as he listened for the report.

Bianca smiled as the story ended and beakoned with a rumble in her throat that it was time for bed. "Enough excitement for one day," Bianca spoke but a to raise her voice over the cubs growing protests. "AhAha.. Do not raise your voices to me. No whining. Bed." There was a slight laugh in her voice while coxing the little ones to find a warm den-watcher t cuddle up with.