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July 1st, 2019 09:37 PM |
Re: ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den
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Originally Posted by RedHead
(Post 600300)
@Delta
Is there such thing as having a drawback from not seeing a certain cat enough? The black-and-white feline, though exhausted and still healing from the dog fights, decided she should take a stop by then medicine den. And not to rest or get healed. Well, maybe so a certain dark tabby could check her wounds in case of infection, but not just for that. She was there to just see the adorable medicine cat.
“Snowflake! You doing anything important?” Cherrybubble pushed her way into the den, her more muscular frame making it a little harder for her to squeeze in. Bright green eyes searched the surrounding area for Tallmarsh, the warrior’s Tail-tip flicking back and forth ever so slightly. “Flintspirit finally let me have some down time from patrols, so I came to say hello.” She say down, casually licking a paw and rubbing it over her head as she waited for Tallmarsh to come out into the open. “And maybe you might want to check my dog bites, just in case.” She let out a laughing purr, tilting her head to get her other ear. “That is, if you really do care about me Snow.”
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A familiar scent accompanied with an equally memorable voice floated into Tallmarsh's den, snapping her out of her thoughts and back to reality. Her mind had drifted off while cleaning the nests at the back of her den. She stood there, not really staring at the moss-lined nest as she replayed in her mind for the hundredth time the events of the battle barely two moons ago. Two moons. Had it only been that long? It felt like a lifetime and a half to the medicine cat. Her entire life had flipped on its head. She barely left her den or spoke to her Clanmates--not that they wanted anything to do with her after what she'd done to their leader. So she had resigned to finding anything she could do around her den. She had reorganized her herb store, cleaned the nests, cleared the dirt, and even decorated with some well-placed stones near the entrance. Anything to prevent her from reliving the battle again. She was thankful when a voice came through her den to pull her back to reality, and then she was all but elated when she turned and recognized the black and white molly before her. "S-Sparky! Hey..." she said, stumbling over her words. Her eyes--well, eye was wide with shock. She hadn't seen Sparky since before the battle. She had just assumed that she just wanted nothing to do with the medicine cat, like most of the Clan. She couldn't hide the tired expression that she always seemed to have nowadays. But her relief at learning that at least one cat in her life still wanted to be around her was visible in how her breath hitched at the sight of the she-cat, how her whole body seemed to relax just a little, how the faintest smile played on her maw, and how the empty look in her eyes faded just a little, making way for just a little hope. She took a few steps towards Cherrybubble, but stopped in her tracks when she mentioned injuries. "Well. why'd you have to go and get bitten? Didn't I just patch you up?" she said, attempting at a snappy but joking tone. Her expression however betrayed her worry. How many times is she going to get herself hurt? It crossed Tallmarsh's mind that maybe she kept getting hurt so she had an excuse to visit her. But no, that could never be it. She's just reckless...
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