CRUMBLING // o, dying

[Roy Mustang]

If it was pretty well known by his clanmates that Roy wasn't a huge fan of Starrynight. The problem was that Roy barely knew the feline, and whenever he had an experience with the guy, it hadn't been pleasant. Roy and Starrynight have very, very different mind sets, it made the two clash. Starrynight was a pacifist, and Roy wasn't, without a doubt. But despite Roy not being a fan of Starrynight, he didn't want the feline to die. While he might not like the Astral Seraph that well, he knew others here do. If the tom was to die, he was sure most of the clan would be at a great loss. Roy followed the sound of the commotion, being lead into quite a scene. Starrynight was on the ground, bleeding out. He had broken bones, and had a stab wound that gashed his side, blood pouring out quickly. The tom happened to be laying near the Observatory, Roy getting the assumption that Starrynight must have been sitting ontop of it, and then managed to loose his balance. That must have been quite the painful fall, by the look of Starrynight's current condition.

The Flame Alchemist let out a sigh, as he listened closely to the panicked voices of his clanmates, ears pricking up at one certain sentence that came out of Warringkingdoms jaws. "Someone with fire powers get over here. I think we're going to have to cauterize the wound." Without another thought, the melanistic bobcat came padding over to the dying tom, not minding if his blood would stain his paws. While he might not like Starrynight, he's not going to just stand here and watch the tom die. He can try to help, he's cauterized a wound before, and he can certainly do it again.

"I can cauterize the wound," The male spoke up as he rose his right front paw into the air, flint claws ready to snap at any moment.