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Originally Posted by tawny~
(Its fine ^_^) @Duskflight
Iesha gave a small, innocent, and content grin back at his reply. She was rather curious on what he was doing. And it appeared to be studying herbs, for whatever reason. The kit wasn't really interested on why, all she was caring about was her half brother could spare some time to chat. "Right'! Cool!" She giggled excitedly at the "secret healer stuff", tilting her head at the herbs, a curious expression on her face as she studied them, more out of curiosity, than interest in the healing field. Iesha didn't really want to be stuck healing other cats anyways. She wanted to fight! Her father had been a guard, and she wanted to be just like her father in that sense. Protecting the commander, and the co-commander, whoever that would be. She didn't really care about that stuff, she really only cared if they were good cats or not. And good cats could probably lead well. Iesha didn't know much about that kind of stuff anyways. She lifted her head to look at her older half brother, a grin on her face, as her tail lashed, her face slightly scrunched up in thought, before unscrunching it, as she called it. "Ye ye! I want to be a fighter! And maybe a guard like dad, that would be so cool!" She bounced up and down in excitement, babbling childishly. Iesha always had something to be excited about usually all the time, and this was time for it, for her mostly. |
It wasn't hard for him to find happiness in seeing that content grin on her muzzle; sure while Icarius tried to make himself look big and scary {though the act never really fooled anyone, he thought it did}, he was a big softy and found happiness in the happiness and well being of other cats. His pride and confidence tended to push others away, but other than that he truly did have a good heart and was certainly a sight for sore eyes here in the Syndicate. Many cats, as you may already know, are of the darker nature and really truly only care about themselves, their next meal, and blood. There were very few, if any, that held any sort of compassion for other cats, but Icarius was one of them.
"You're right, it is pretty cool! I get to study these magical herbs that can make you feel better when you're hurt or sick, and I'm doing pretty great too, I think I'm just about ready to start treating patients all by myself!" Boasted the young tom with a delighted and bright grin, even though he had barely even started his training in becoming a healer. Then again, that was just him and how he had been since he was much younger. And really, that confidence in himself was much needed for nearly every cat in the Syndicate aside from the healers themselves would be dogging him and treating him like crowfood. He's lucky he's strong, or else he wouldn't make it.
"Hm.. Yeah, yeah, that would be pretty cool I guess! Not cooler than being a healer, but pretty cool!" Mewed Icarius, the smile still on his muzzle, his tail raising up happily to hear the excitement in her voice, his own eyes starting to twinkle with her excitement.
"So what brings you over here anyways sis? You bored or something?"