Takes place after this

Liven slunk away from the healers den her ears listening. The healers had gone out for a bit and she was tired of sitting around. It hadn't been long since the attack and she couldn't leave her dutys as blacksmith apprentice alone for long it was all she was good at. She felt the warm air of the blacksmiths den hit her as she walked in. Eleka and Callum were both out. Her wounds were stinging as the herbs had started to wear off. She looked around and noticed that the fire was rather low. Though she struggle to walked with out having to stop from the pain she grabbed some wood. She started to pull it towards the fire the wounds on her face stinging the whole time.

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"What in the name of all things sensible are you doing"

Sara stood looking into the blacksmiths den. Her lost charge was doing her upmost to undo everything that she'd tried to do in the last few days. She'd only popped out for a bit, she'd needed to stock up on new willow shoots.. Only to come back to find a hole in the den. A metaphorical hole of course. But something was missing none the less. LIVEN.

"You know that wounds need time to heal right?" she chuffed disapprovingly at the young cat.

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Liven fur fluffed up and she dropped the wood when she heard a cats voice behind her. She turned around and glared at Sara. "I'm putting wood in the forge. I have a job to do. I can't just be sitting around doing nothing" She grumbled "They've had enough time" She chuffed her tail twitching in annoyance.

"And I have a job to do too, which is supposed to be keeping everyone in ship shape" Was that one of Zale's phrases slipping into her vocab..?

She shook her head in despair. She admired the young cat in front of her, she was glad that their was such a fire in her to help but she wasn't doing anyone any favours.. "Liven you need to look after your self or you won't be able to help look after us.." She couldn't help but think back to the fight that had caused her to nearly loose her life and cost Eleka some of her teeth... Things didn't end well when young cats put others well being entirely before their own. She was glad in some ways, it meant their empire was built on the backs of those that cared about each other. But at the same time, it meant that there was more suffering than necessary sometimes...

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Liven frowned as Sara spoke. "I can't wait to get better. We're going to need armor. The hunters have already taken out two empires and whoever has been stealing cats is going to need to be taught a lesson" She growled the last part out. She wanted to tear apart whoever hurt Nadav. She turned her back on Sara and grabbed the wood again. She pulled it up on to the edge of the stone around the entrance to the forge. What happened to her didn't matter she had to do something or else she'd have to think about what happened and how she'd failed Nadav. Her scratch on her face felt strange and she smell iron but that was just the metal right?

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"Liven" The hybrid spoke softly... "Just pause for a sec and talk to me".

She moved into the den, careful to avoid the supplies and the stored wood. She could smell the blood that had started to ooze out of the young cats wounds. She'd need to add more herbs to that soon. "If you feel you need to help we can work something out that doesn't require you hurting yourself.." She sighed... wishing that the world was a kinder place.. That cats didn't feel the need to run themselves into the ground for the greater good.

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Liven paused for a second then shoved the wood into the embers. It made her shoulder and side wounds burn with pain. she clenched her teeth from the pain. Her paws slid off the stone and she layed by the forge composing herself. Sara might have a point. "Fine. What did you have in mind" She said tail tip flicking

A rp and collab with Dea-Vita I sketched and she did the coloring shading and background