03-23-2018, 02:24 AM
don’t blame yourself
SIENNA SCIARRA — FEMALE — THE ASCENDANTS — CHILD — HARD
Having not been alone for most of her life, meaning that she’d always been aside with her family members, life was harder than ever with trying to bear the solitude and major isolation. Still, she managed to keep going, finding ways to distract herself by learning new skills, and even utilizing the previous skills that he had learned prior to beign disowned by her family. One of them is the usage of herbs, as she collected a few marigolds and over to her makeshift basket made out of forest twigs. That was, when she encountered a smell.
She sniffed the air, and immediately, she could detect that this was no Clanmate here. It was a stranger, and the cream tabby could only approach cautiously... Until she sees that bleeding, and a few scars from what appeared to have been a scuffle. Being more brave, knowing she could handle a fight if a situation becomes more dire, she looked up to him, cleared her throat, spoke ”Hey. I can help you patch that up. I know how to treat simple wounds like that. That is, if you’re ok with it...” she said, her tail flickering over to her basket full of marigold flowers and what seemed to be other herbs alongside the marigolds. ”Though, if I may ask, how did you get injured like that?” she inquired, genuinely curious as who would do such harm to someone that seems to be about her age, being a larger feline. It wasn’t often she interacted with families that consisted of these species of feline, unlike herself, being considered a ‘domestic feline’, so it was a new experience to meet someone like him that is not apart of those large families that Sienna usually sees in numerous fights. With that, she waited for his response while chewing marigold so she may apply it over to him.
She sniffed the air, and immediately, she could detect that this was no Clanmate here. It was a stranger, and the cream tabby could only approach cautiously... Until she sees that bleeding, and a few scars from what appeared to have been a scuffle. Being more brave, knowing she could handle a fight if a situation becomes more dire, she looked up to him, cleared her throat, spoke ”Hey. I can help you patch that up. I know how to treat simple wounds like that. That is, if you’re ok with it...” she said, her tail flickering over to her basket full of marigold flowers and what seemed to be other herbs alongside the marigolds. ”Though, if I may ask, how did you get injured like that?” she inquired, genuinely curious as who would do such harm to someone that seems to be about her age, being a larger feline. It wasn’t often she interacted with families that consisted of these species of feline, unlike herself, being considered a ‘domestic feline’, so it was a new experience to meet someone like him that is not apart of those large families that Sienna usually sees in numerous fights. With that, she waited for his response while chewing marigold so she may apply it over to him.