Forgive

Chapter 5 - Blood Trickle

         Ferret slowly blinked her eyes and she regained her vision, blurry, but working. Quietfang sighed and murmured, "We really need to learn how to control your panic attacks," The ginger molly dismissed the healer's words, worried about her friend. She tried to stand up and rush up to Daffodil, but felt dizzy and stumbled. Quietfang gritted, "Stay put for a little bit."

         She tried to protest but was silence by his sharp glare which read, 'don't you dare'

         "Now, Daffodil. It seems you may have blood-trickle as Cherrybee; your mother, also seems to have it."

         Instead of Daffodil; who seemed to have remained calm through all of this, Ferret asked, "Wha-what's that?"

         Again, Quietfang glared at her to rest before answering, "It's when your body is unable to close the wound meaning, bleeding doesn't stop as quickly. It probably would take a week or two, which we cannot afford since you are then more prone to infections."

         "Is there any way to cure it?" the cream feline questioned, eyes glazed with hope.

          The healer shook his head, "Unfortunately, there is not. It well never go away forever but I can provide you with herbs and prey that may help the clotting for temporary amounts of time.

          Daffodil shuffled her paws, "Like?"

           "Thyme and fish."

           Ferret interrupted once again, "Does Daffodil need to do the Trial of Three?"

          Quietfang sighed, "That is up to Ivysting. Though I doubt, she would have a council member's only daughter go through the trail for a reason she can not control. Even if Ivysting does, Cherrybee would give her a piece of her mind first."

          The two friends still weren't convince but it was a little reassuring nonetheless.

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         It was sun-high the next and every-cat was in camp, it was too hot to be doing any work. Ivysting leapt onto the stump and hollered, "I have called you all here to vote and discuss, a trainee's fate!" Murmurs spread, most including Ferret and if she was to be exiled or if Drift was to become a protecter. No one even had considered it to be about Cherrybee's perfect little 'naive' daughter, "Silence! Daffodil has been diagnosed with blood-trickle. Meaning she has consulted in the healer during the Trial of Blood. According to rules, she would face the Trial of Three, but-" Ivysting gave an unneeded pause and mischievously smiled, "But, since it something she can't control, I will let the clan vote on it." The grey tabby dipped her head for Forest Colony to discuss.

         "This is not Daffodil's fault so she should not be punished for this!" Cherrybee instantly called out.

         Aldertwig raised his eyebrows, "She did ask Quietfang for help though."

         Sunnystep growled, "What was she supposed to do!? Continue bleeding until Spirits knows when?" The council tom just narrowed his eyes.

         Whispershade quietly added, "But the rules say that any trainee that asks for help during the Trial of Blood must face the Trial of Three."

         "The rule is as helpful as rotten prey in this situation!"Goldenbird yowled.

         The clan continued debating until Ivysting silenced them and asked for them to cast their final votes. Cherrybee, Sunnystep, Goldenbird, Snowbriar, Hopetuft, Mothfang, Songleaf, Ripplespots, Minnowbloom, Ferret, and Fallen Ember all voted against the Trial of Three. While Aldertwig, Cloudfrost, Whispershade, Softwing, Drift, and Moonrose voted for it. The decision was clear that Daffodil wouldn't face the trial.

         Ivysting purred, "It seems like Daffodil won't be facing the Trial of Three," Cherrybee sighed with relief but the empress continued, "However. It seems like you all have so little faith in her to do well. So, because of your decision, Daffodil will not be allowed to place any rank higher than a lowerpaw, unless she shows some extraordinary feat which then she may or may not become a middleclaw."

        Ferret jolted up and gasped in disbelief, "What!?"

        "It seems like you have no hope in her anyway," the light grey molly nonchalantly mewed, flicking her ear dismissively.

       Most of the cats, even the ones who had voted against Daffodil previously were furiously murmuring. Aldertwig though was slyly grinning from his place next to Ivysting.

       Cherrybee stalking up to the empress and snarled, "What, w-we. What! This is so unfair!"

       Ivysting glared at her sharply, "Where do your loyalties lie Bee. Your daughter or your leader and clan?"

       Another swarm of comments flashed through the group, Ivysting had just called Cherrybee, 'Bee'. Were the two mollies previously friends? If so, what happened to them now? Ferret gave a sympathetic glance to her friend who was frozen in shock.

Picture above is Aldertwig.

So, blood-trickle is basically hemophilia. And vitamin C and D are good to take when having hemophilia, and thyme and fish contain the two vitamins.

So, what do you think of Ivysting's surprising decision. What do you think of Cherrybee as a mother? What about Aldertwig, he was given some moments.

What do you think is this relationship between Ivysting and Cherrybee. Why did Ivysting call the council member just 'Bee'?