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Originally Posted by Myik
@ woly
The creme she cat shifted in her nest. Wildpaw looked around at the small herb store. Kestrelberry, one of the only cats she trusted now, was gone. Wildpaw tossed a ball of moss at the wall. She didn't know this, 'Daypaw'. Whaf if he gave her the wrong herbs? Wildpaw grumbled, moving her front paws until she was curled up. Wildpaw had learned to move quickly but carefully so she wouldn't be tired after. Her blue eyes gazed around, Wildpaw flexed her front paws. |
Daypaw slinked themselves into the medicine cat den. Everything felt so new, so surreal. Were they really meant to be working with herbs? Were they really not meant to take the path of a warrior ? Their body was laced with exhaustion,eyes tired from the lack of sleep. It felt as if all eyes were on them or something, and they hated it. The one thing that they were meant to do, involved Starclan. They gritted their teeth at the mention of them to be honest. They were the reason they couldnt sleep. Their body felt weak from the lack of sleep, everytime they closed their eyes it felt like they could see a friendly reminder of what they dreamed about.
It was hell to live every day.
So here they padded into the den, the fresh scent of herbs coming to their nose. This den was all their now, their place to get away from everybody, a place they could learn something no body else could. They spotted a warrior they had seen around, Wildpaw was it? They knew Kestrelberry had been treating her for awhile due to her legs not working anymore. They sighed, now thinking it was their problem. They padded in, not bothering to give a greeting instead immediatly going to the back of the herb store. They knew basics, like how to treat cuts and wounds, and things for possible soothing. They looked for a golden like flower, they had seen Kestrelberry using it often with the apprentice. Broom it was called. ¨Good for broken legs...and soothing. Two in one.¨ they mumbled under their breath, deep in thought. They tried to ignore the fact they were doing Starclans work, basically being a slave to them, and instead focused on the fact they had to help someone. Kestrelberry must have stocked up a bit before he retired...atleast hes smart with something. They grabbed the golden flower, proceeding to walk over to the other cat with it in their jaws. Their eyes were in slits of annoyance, something that wasnt uncommon. ¨Im guessing you need your legs checked up on. I know you like to walk but try not to move while I try to do my job.¨