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Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm
{Sorry its a bit short, I can't think of anything.}
Wheatfur looked up at the young apprentice, and widened his eyes. "What is it now? A broken ankle? A dislocated jaw? Ive been getting injured cats all morning, surely your ok? I can't smell any sickness." The tom mewed irritably, "Well, come in if you need to. But b quiet, I have patients here. And I won't let the be disturbed." He auromaticly padded over to the water-pool and soaked some moss in it. "I have moss, if your thirsty. The tom didn't really mind the apprentice coming in, he was just tired. He paced over to the herbs, ready to grab whatever was needed. He raised his eyes "Are you going to ask for something?" |
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Oatpaw shook his head, "No, no, I'm fine." He assured the medicine cat while sliding deeper into the den. His pawsteps were light as to not rouse the sleeping patients, but it wasn't all that hard for him to keep quiet as he was a rather delicate young tom. He stopped in front of the herb store and right as he was lifting a paw to shift the out of place leaves he jumped a bit at Wheatfur's voice. "Oh, well I'm here to assist you." Oatpaw met the medicine cats gaze respectfully with gleaming silver eyes and stood tall as if they were equals, even though the older tom had much more skill, respect and experience. "That is if you'll allow me to. I don't want to step on your paws." Many saw him as a strange apprentice as he was so formal but often times would refuse to dip his head because he found it plain annoying when someone was acting superior, or worse, patronizing him.