ThunderClan was responsible. Those bastards made a whole-ass crater in DarkClan's backyard, and so they deserved to get a little something-something as a token on Ebonystream's overwhelming appreciation. Her original intent with invading ThunderClan territory was to gather some proper evidence, but...well, she'd gotten something better out of it, right?

Ebonystream had ensured that her paws and coat were thoroughly cleaned of ThunderClan stench and signs of blood before she returned to camp. Nonetheless, after her extra long afternoon spent kicking ass and cleaning, she managed to step on a thorn. Of course, it had initially ruined her day, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

That Spiderface fella was kinda handsome. Ebonystream had a thing for slender-built cats like herself.

Hell, maybe she stepped on the thorn on purpose.

The lean obsidian molly tenderly stepped into the medicine cat den, briefly wincing at the overwhelming mix of scents. So many bitter smells- how did he stand it? Did he enjoy eating grass and leaves? Medicine cats actually finding genuine joy in their duties was something that Ebonystream was incapable of understanding. Nonetheless, this guy didn't look happy. He needed some good old Ebonystream to brighten his day. "Hey, why the long face?"

Blaze

The lean black molly side-eyed him slyly, subtly taking in his appearance before allowing her devious visionaries to flicker elsewhere. He was "fine"? StarClan, he sounded like a mopey molly who was having complications with her boyfriend. Nobody was ever just "fine". "Whatever you say, herb boy. But these big ears of mine are good for one thing-" Ebonystream hummed lightly, her tail slowly twitching from side to side as she continued to linger around the entrance of his den. "-...and that one thing is listening."

Of course, she had a big mouth, too. And she liked to run it. She had long fangs and razor-sharp claws that she enjoyed using just as much- too much, perhaps.

Finally, the streamline creature slowly seated herself, lifting a paw and moving it in the medicine cat's direction. Hm...for someone so crabby, he wasn't half bad. Maybe "crabby" was part of the charm. "Oh, nothing much- just a damn thorn I got stuck in my pads during my patrol. I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd dabble me in your...talents."

Blaze

The onyx molly felt flattered as the bicolor medicine cat so gently took her paw. Ah- it was as if he was her herb boy prince, tenderly caring for her paw. Although if this was some sort of fantasy-like situation, she'd surely be the ruthless fire-spitting dragon. She was no princess. A small smirk graced her features as her fellow oriental descended cat mentioned his large ears as well. "Well, fortunately for you...they look good on you." As he yanked the thorn from her pad, the tall warrior was unresponsive. A little bit of blood definitely didn't bother her- not even murder seemed to move Ebonystream. Not that Spiderface needed to know that...

Hmph, not walking on that leg was a bit problematic. Hell, she'd just rub some dirt on it and call it good. She had too much to do, too many places to go. "...Noted." Ebonystream acknowledged his recommendation, despite intending on going against his medical advice. She'd have to be more cautious about venturing through Thunderclan territory, as she wasn't aware of their plethora of thorns. Although...she sure was glad that little thorn got her into this position.

The oriental warrior tossed her head back with a hearty laugh. "Ignore me? Please- nobody ignores me, Spiderface- that's a little hard to manage." When she wanted something, she made it known. Her presence never went on forgotten- she made sure everyone knew her face and desires.

Ebonystream snaked around the medicine cat with a curl of her tail. "...but if someone's ignoring you, darling...I can definitely make them listen if you want."

Blaze