#and even when he was plainsclan's medcat he still participated in battles just like any other warrior

[marc--chilton]

(wcau) house inserts himself into plainsclan battles sometimes even though with his bad leg he can be picked out as an easy target. if asked why he says it's for the thrill of it and ticks off some classic warrior cat rhetoric (that he doesn't entirely believe) while also proudly proclaiming his contentment at being a loner.

obviously he can't fight like he used to but he learned to adjust; he draws enemy attention away with quick swipes and bites and leads them to the stronger plainsclan warriors to take care of.

once wilson's in the forest with him, though, he sees through him easily. "you still care about the cats there. you're still hurt by what they did to you but you still care, much more than you let on. it's a good thing, house."

they find another battle happening at some point after that, and house was going to ignore it just to spite wilson, but then he saw robinchaser being teamed up on, missing clumps of fur, and charged in anyway. while robinchaser managed to escape, with two warriors on him at once, all house managed to do was put himself in his place.

that was until a ball of big brown fluff managed to ram them off him. imagine his surprise when he finally blinked the blood out of his eyes to see wilson standing over him, hissing and bristling and fending the enemies off in spite of his fighting inexperience (and unintentionally worsening house's big fat crush on him in turn)