06-16-2018, 11:18 PM
Izuku, resident Tenderfoot aka medic-in-training, thinks he's been working overtime, lately. Jacob hadn't been around lately, probably in the Typhoon, and Izuku had been left here to handle his clanmates alone. Which was ... problematic. Izuku was injured, first of all, and should probably be recovering instead of helping his clanmates recover. And for that matter, Izuku wasn't even that great with herbs, which they were low on. He was kind of stuck, here -- he should go out and restock, but Izuku didn't imagine that he could go out on an herb patrol with his leg the way it was. ... Not that it really stopped him from exploring the territory anyways, though. Just so long as he didn't put too much strain on his poor, poor leg he'd be fine, right?
For once, though, it seems Izuku's wanderings were for the better. Izuku stumbles upon Natasha and a kitten as he's stumbling about the territory, and for a moment, Izuku pauses, blinking. What was going on here? Natasha appeared to be feeding an unfamiliar kitten ... ice. Ah, he saw. Well, no worries, Izuku had actual water! And food, hopefully? No, Izuku did not have food, nevermind. When did he ever. Herbs? Probably. Always able to conjure those, too.
"... I have water bottles," Comes Izuku's soft suggestion as he limps heavily over. They weren't quite water bottles -- just little flasks, but it's not like it made a difference to Izuku. It's as he says this that Izuku is already doing his best to conjure said flasks, tail giving nervous waves until he manages to come up with them. That should do. The snow might be fine, since the kitten was so small, and flasks were kinda hard to drink from with paws anyways. But it'd still probably be better -- the snow was at least pure this way. Izuku shuffles closer, awkwardly. "I'm ... I'm guessing you're hungry, too? I don't have anything, but .." Izuku gives Natasha a side-glance, somewhat hopefully. Anything would do, just so long as it had sustenance or something. Izuku would try and get something himself, but, as Izuku must emphasize, his leg was a wreck, and heavily bandaged to boot. He could barely even hunt under normal circumstances, anyways.
For once, though, it seems Izuku's wanderings were for the better. Izuku stumbles upon Natasha and a kitten as he's stumbling about the territory, and for a moment, Izuku pauses, blinking. What was going on here? Natasha appeared to be feeding an unfamiliar kitten ... ice. Ah, he saw. Well, no worries, Izuku had actual water! And food, hopefully? No, Izuku did not have food, nevermind. When did he ever. Herbs? Probably. Always able to conjure those, too.
"... I have water bottles," Comes Izuku's soft suggestion as he limps heavily over. They weren't quite water bottles -- just little flasks, but it's not like it made a difference to Izuku. It's as he says this that Izuku is already doing his best to conjure said flasks, tail giving nervous waves until he manages to come up with them. That should do. The snow might be fine, since the kitten was so small, and flasks were kinda hard to drink from with paws anyways. But it'd still probably be better -- the snow was at least pure this way. Izuku shuffles closer, awkwardly. "I'm ... I'm guessing you're hungry, too? I don't have anything, but .." Izuku gives Natasha a side-glance, somewhat hopefully. Anything would do, just so long as it had sustenance or something. Izuku would try and get something himself, but, as Izuku must emphasize, his leg was a wreck, and heavily bandaged to boot. He could barely even hunt under normal circumstances, anyways.
[abbr=8 months - tenderfoot of snowbound - maine coon cat]☀[/abbr] what was i worth