Basilstar roamed, trying to compose himself. The downpour splattered on his back in an almost rhythmic way, filtered by the leaves and branches. Unsheathing his claws, he climbed up a nearby tree. It always seemed to help- examining the earth from so high up. But his eyes latched onto someone white. The rain and trees made it difficult to discern who it was, but he did recall seeing Frozenkingdom depart from camp for herbs. Leaping down with the grace of much practice, he padded ahead, twisting himself through the thorns and bushes. At a closer glance, Frozenkingdom appeared annoyed rather than hurt. Greatly so. Basilstar took another step forward, meowing gently, “Is the rain troubling you?” Basilstar seemed unaffected by the rain himself despite all the fur hanging from his skin, drenched. “I could assist you to shelter until the storm passes if you so wish,” he proceeded forward but did not dare touch the white tom. Basilstar would not do anything without his approval.

The rain was not heavy, but it was enough. Drawing in a heavy breath his ears twitched back at the sound of another caps paws, wetly approaching. Turning his head over his shoulder, his mismatched eyes met the black and white tom. Despite his sour mood Frozenkingdom gave a small nod in greeting to his leader and his tail twitched in irritation. Had he been a healthy warrior he would've been back at the camp, and probably off on another patrol by now. He hesitated at Basilstar's offer and with a soft growl he finally dipped his head, "I suppose that's the better option then sitting out in the rain like this." He could admit to the help, but admit his weakness - may Starclan strike him down if he ever did something of the likes.

Basilstar purred with joy, his tail high in the air, “Alright, I’ll go on your bad side and then you can position your weight onto me. I saw a decent spot from atop a tree.” His yellow eyes were bright with relief. He had truly expected Frozenkingdom to decline. He had tried to become friends with the tom numerus times, but nothing had worked. Basilstar was certain the Medicine cat did not like him. Not that he could ever blame Frozenkingdom. A leader was everything Basilclaw wasn’t. The cats of his Clan had every right to be disappointed.

The toms eagerness to help only served to sour his mood further. It was nothing personal against Basilstar, but his own pride and ego that was getting in the way. Reluctantly Frozenkingdom pushed himself to his paws and bent over to grab the bundle of herbs he had been sheltering from the rain. "Do you have a place in mind?" he muttered around the mouthful. His back right leg was slightly raise from the ground, his paws touching just enough to help him keep balanced. (OMa stinks )

Basilstar made sure his stance was sturdy before walking slowly in sync with his Medicine Cat. “There is a thicket of bushes not far ahead. They should provide decent shelter.” Basilstar focused ahead of him. He needed to be sure that he didn't slip in the mud or trip over anything. Eventually, after turning at a few trees, he found the bushes exactly where he had remembered them. “How does this look, Frozenkingdom?” he mewed, as he was nervous to find out whether it was good enough or not.

There was a gruff nod from the medicine cat, he was not a fan of this idea in the slightest, but even he knew when to pick and choose his own battles. Hurting himself at a time like this would not be beneficial to the clan after all. He allowed Basilstar to guide him up to the thicket and he grunted, "Looks good as any other place.." pulling himself into the bushes he let his rump fall to the ground with a wet little spalt. "