Wrong, Wrong, Wrong [Scorpion kitting, M+, Finished]

Eveningblaze lashed his tail, eye narrowed in fury as Duskblaze stalked out of the den. He should just let the rabid fool bleed out. He could do that.. But.. He had to keep some semblence of power around here. And if Duskblaze ever did become more of a problem than an asset, well... He was too busy to think of these things. Storming out of the den after the leader- but then recalled that he'd left the last kit with Honeyheart's litter. Slowing slightly, the healer moved towards the small group that had formed and looked the thing over. It had been cleaned properly, surprisingly enough, and hadn't been hurt any worse than it had been at birth. Better than he'd expected, the medicine cat thought with a snort as he picked the it up and headed towards the elders den. If Duskblaze thought he could walk and talk and fight while he was bleeding out, then he could wait. And if Starclan took him or the wound got worse, that would be the fool's own fault. There were innocents to attend to.

The elder's den was dark and dank. Eveningblaze wrinkled his nose as he stepped in. The ground was littered with trinkets- shells and old clovers and stomped flowers. Wait- was that coltsfoot? No matter. Petal squirmed at one end of the den, four kits mewling at her stomach. Her own son and the three of Scorpionstorm's. "One more." Eveningblaze meowed, placing the kit gently at the queen's side. He quickly latched on, rumbling out a soft purr. They all seemed to be in good health. For now. The medicine cat nodded to Petal before leaving the den, heading back towards his own. 

There was already a trail of blood stretching from the nursery to the medicine cat's den. Ugh. Mentally, the tom made a note of all the herbs he would need to try to treat this mess. It was going to be a long night.