[b][i][u]Little Feather[/b][/i][/u]

Little Feather looked at the cat do a hand stand keeping her eyes on his face, although she was particulary watching his ears with a certain amount of fascination. Lion pulled a stern look onto his face, looking around at the carnage around them. Little Feather tilted her head to the side as he exclaimed that Little Feather was interesting...she looked at him for a moment, smiling a small smile of her own in reply to his huge grin like smile. She wasn’t quite sure where to look when he sat back down and lifted his leg to scratch behind his ear, she took the opportunity to look around again. She turned back in time to see him yawn and lick his paw...or was it hand? “Just Seven?” She asked, trying to figure out what a Cheshire Clown was...well she could only guess he was Cheshire Clown! [i]Maybe it stands for naked cat person[/i] she seemed happier knowing what it stood for. “Happy to meet you Seven the Cheshire Clown” She formally announced, bowing her head slightly. When she noticed another person close by, a young woman who was sat on the floor holding a trumpet. “Hey, need any help?” she asked the other woman, she moved over to her leaving Lion stood with Seven, though she had only taken about two steps sideways. Lion looked at Seven, his tail flicking from side to side, his white coat was dirty and grey from being in the smoky area...Little Feather seem unaffected by the bad air.

[b][i][u]Crash[/b][/i][/u]

Crash watched Kathy fiddle with the bottle, unfortunately missing Zivon speak, he tilted his head to the side watching as Kathy threw the bottle and swab onto the bed. He actually looked relieved when she barely whispered an answer to him, he moved sideways looking down at her hand as he shoved his own hands back under the tap washing them with the pink fluid on the side reaching down to grab a bowl from the same cupboard before, also pulling out more cotton he filled the bowl with warm water moving it over. He moved everything carefully onto the table at the end of the medical bed, before he crouched down in front of Kathy feeling her eyes linger on his bruised cheek, he reached up and grabbed a damp cotton swab, hesitating for a moment before he begun to clean the blood away from her hand and arm avoiding the wound area, trying to clear it so he could see better. He reached over for the Savlon wound wash afterwards, he fiddled with the cap...[i]How’d these open? Why child-proof of all the damn pains in the ass![/i] 

He looked up at Kathy as she murmured an apology. “I’m not quite sure whether I’m glad you slapped me or not you know...” He answered almost immediately, though he actually looked surprised that she had a apologized. A cheeky smile spread across his face. “Usually a slap means one of two things when it comes to women...” It was a little obvious where he was going with this, he didn’t finish what he was saying though just grinned for a moment.“...I’m sorry about your hand” He murmured after a moments silence, finally able to open the wound wash, he got another fresh cotton swab. “Ok here goes” He warned her before using the liquid and swab to clear away the build up of blood around the wound, flushing it through so as to remove anything nasty though it probably stung like a...bee Atchkinson. 

“This might need stitching...I wasn’t aware it was quite so big” He stated, wincing himself as he finished cleaning the wound which seemed to be determined to bleed more, he got a clean swab and clasped it to the wound holding her hand steady with his other hand, lifting it so it was above her heart which was a little awkward but he was sure it would help and he was happy it was at least clean, now the blood just needed to clot. “Believe it or not I can stitch wounds” He told her matter of factly, no doubt watching some form of reaction cross her face. “I’m actually pretty good at it as well” He smiled. [i]So much practice...[/i] “But you could probably get away with waiting for the Doc, if you would prefer” He shrugged his shoulders keeping his hands steady. He looked as if he was waiting for something...a question to spring forth, an explanation demanded