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Flickerpaw simply flicked his ears at Shinefang’s response, turning his head a bit as Shinefang padded closer. He tried not to wince as the older tom touched the reddened patch of fur, feeling a pang if pain flick through his face. “I mean, I’m not going to lie, those bushes can get feisty!” The ginger and white tomcat joked, widening his eyes as if what he said were true. “They’ve got the long flailing tendrils that will just curl around you any chance they get!” As Shinefang spoke again, Flickerpaw smirked a little, not too much to them point where he would move the fur on his cheek too much. “I think Skyclan would appreciate it if somecat took all the hits from the bramblebushes first.” He raises his eyebrows, looking at Shinefang with his dark blue eyes. “So really what you should be saying is thank you.” |
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@Silver Fishie Sinefang lumbered into the medicine den with a thick crop to thyme between his teeth. This had been his lucky day! He'd found a crop of the soft-stemmed herb nestled near a cluster of thorny bushes where he supposed no other cats had bothered to look before. He wondered absently if it was the same crop of bushes Flickerpaw had stumbled into and shook his head. "Apprentices," he murmured. He set the herbs down in front of his stone shelves and glanced over his shoulder, his single orange eye roving as he took in the sight of the poorly lit den. For once, he had the medicine den to himself. Any injured cats were well enough to sleep in their own dens and simply drop by for an extra layer of salve or a checkup to make sure any scrapes or scratches showed no sign of infection. The old tom breathed a contented sigh. "Finally, I can get some work done," he said to himself. Careful, he bent down with his scarred muzzle and carefully began to nip the tiny leaves off of the thick stem and carefully lay out the leaves on the ground to let them dry in the greeleaf air. Suddenly, he raised his head, his torn and tattered ears swiveling as he caught the sound of a cat moving outside of his den. He wrinkled his nose as he caught the cat's scent. "Back again, Ringpaw?" He meowed, his voice a harsh croak. "Do you actually need me for something this time are are you just here to stand around and take up space again?" |
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Haha, I hope. :3) Ringpaw trotted through the camp entrance. Her mottled calico fur was all spiked up and prickly all over, slicked damp with sweat and glistening in the sunhigh daylight. She tugged through the bramble lined tunnel, grateful for the shade of towering trees overhead. She had just been in an intense battle training session with Snapbranch, the long fighting ending in a huge coughing fit and her being sent back to camp with these orders: “Get out of my sight and go somewhere where you’ll be useful. It’s bad enough trying to train you featherbrained kit pretending to be a warrior, I can’t believe why Skyclan still lets you live here.” Snapbranch’s harsh words had only ruffled her fur. She was used to the verbal attacks he conducted on her, so it wasn’t anything new. In fact, she was pleased she had been returned to camp. A cool drink of water and some time to rest was exactly what she needed. Eyes brightening as she entered Skyclan Clearing, she paused in the large archway above her to observe what was going on. A few warriors were having fresh kill by the prey pile, and some elders were dosing by the spacious den they nested in, basking in the greenleaf sunlight. Bouncing on her toes, Ringpaw gazed wildly around, looking for a form of amusement for the hours she had until her grumpy mentor showed back up. Ringpaw was extremely energetic, almost all of her denmates knew this. She didn’t have many ‘friends’ at this point, but she knew that there was one who didn’t ignore her. His name was something like… Snatchedpaw. A strange name, no less, but if he didn’t bark at her over nothing, she could forget about his name. Her pale mint eyes finally drifted towards the dark green mound of greenery that was the medicine den. Come to think of it, she had never really been inside. The only time she had ever interacted with the felines inside was when she had dropped off a bundle of new moss to line the nests with for the sick cats. Trotting forward, she sniffed the entrance. It smelled of strong, pungent herbs, and she sneezed loudly. Ringpaw jumped at the sound of Shinefang’s voice. Shinefang had been known to be snappy, so she had carefully tiptoed around him, but today she felt like chatting. “Urm, no not really. Guess I’m just wasting space as always.” She joked back, a bit more warmly than Shinefang had. Suddenly, she pushed her head through the den, her messy calico pelt bordered by the daylight shining into the large area. She saw a large pile of herbs by Shinefang’s feet. “What’s that?” She asked loudly, her voice curious and happy. “May I come in?” She asked. Before waiting for an answer, she stepped excitedly into the musty room. |
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Ringpaw nodded dutifully as he said she could come in, but then stopped when she realized he had continued. She smiled boldly at him, if he was going to grumpy, she would be cheerful. It normally worked on her denmates. Not really. Mostly resulted in them throwing moss at her. She watched in a blank stare as he showed her the plant. Peering over his shoulder, she blinked her green eyes, the orbs widening. “How would they be ruined? Would they not work anymore?” She asked, sitting down with a soft thump on the den’s floor. She reached out with one coal black paw, patting the pile with a fluffy toe and selecting one stem. It had large leaves, with a dark olive color, and a very remarkable scent. She sniffed it, then sneezed again. She flicked her torn ear, then bent her muzzle down to the largest of the leaves. She squinted her eyes and wrinkled her face up in a scrunch as she very carefully placed her front two teeth by the base of the plant, severing the notch there until the small bit came free. She pulled back up and examined her work. Her tongue had a tiny bit of the herb’s taste on it, it was definitely unpleasant. But it was new, therefore it was cool. She bent back over to work her way up the stem, and she sooner or later got the gist of it. Of course, she messed up a few times. Trying to see if she could salvage some of the ruined ones, but one of the best leaf had a puncture mark in it. She got up and slowly pushed the meager pile of greenery towards the bright sunlight shaft, and she carefully placed them in a spread out mound here and there. Sitting back on her haunches, she nudged past the older feline and grabbed another frond with her paw pad. “Was that alright?” She meowed To Shinefang, her striped tail flicking back and forth as she awaited his answer. She thought she had done okay, only one or two leaves had been mangled. She began to work on the next stem, her eyes towards Shinefang. |
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“So leaves can’t be torn or else they’ll lose their magic?” She asked confidently. Herbs, in her opinion, were like magic. She hadn’t ever exactly used them before, but apparently they were supposed to help speed up the process of natural healing, or something like that. She purred when he complimented her work. Ringpaw nodded at his comment, happy that she had managed to get the thing that most felines didn’t get; some nice words from Shinefang. Apparently, he was notorious for sharp comments and comebacks, but if you were lucky you would get a good word in from him. Even Shinefang was a much better substitute to Snapbranch, what with her nasty mentor’s yelling and demanding training sessions. “Okay!” She said, and slowed down her pace a bit. He was right, if she tried to use her tongue a bit more, she was able to find just where the leaf had a small crease to bite down on. This certainly made things much... slower, but she was extremely proud when she saw that her bite marks were more careful and precise than before. She listened as Shinefang asked her about her warrior training. ”His name is Snapbranch. It should be Grumpysnout, to be honest.” She meowed, pushing the pile of leaves next to the others she and Shinefang had done. “He sent me back to camp early, because apparently I was being useless today. He was so mean! He says it’s my fault I don’t learn anything, but if he’d actually teach me something instead of yelling at me I might actually be able to fight!” She huffed. “But, now I’m here and this is a lot more fun than chasing squirrels.” She purred, looking up to Shinefang as she added another leaf to the drying greens. “Weren’t you a warrior before being a medicine cat? What was it like?” She asked, her voice sweet as she talked. She moved her muzzle back down to the stem, and nipped another leaf off. This one was especially tangy, and she recoiled as she bit on her tongue in surprise. She would have to get used to the strong taste soon; Shinefang had practically a mountain of these left to do. It was fun, to be honest. She kind of liked this ‘herb trimming’. |
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"I sure was," the old tom replied. "For moons and moons. In many ways, I still am. My body might not be up for it, but if it could keep up with my fighting knowledge I could teach a few cats at once a lesson on why no clan messes with Skyclan. These scars aren't just for show, you know." The old tom was covered in scars and he was proud of them. "I saw more than my fair share of battles and took my licks in service of my clan and loved ever day of it." The old tom still remembered the first day he realized it was hard to keep up with patrols. He had thought the other cats were just particularly fast that day. He had a whole list of excuses: he had had a big meal and it was sitting wrong on his stomach, his had slept on a leg wrong and that's why the joint was bothering him, there was something in the air bothering him and that's why he was out of breath so soon. It had been a difficult day when he had had to admit to himself that it was his age. Even now, he would only admit it to Grousestar. "What were you having so much trouble with during training," he asked, his voice a tiny bit warmer than usual with genuine curiosity. |
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