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Originally Posted by The Loner Forever
@ blue jellie
Nightstep walked out of the warriors den in search of her youngest daughter Flashpaw. Ever since Flashpaw became medicine cat apprentice the cat had never seen her, since she had been so busy. Nightstep had to admit that she was proud that one of her kits had a special role in her clan. She just wished her son Blackie had stayed in the clan with her and his brother. Nightstep glanced at the medicine den in hope that Flashpaw would come out. |
A smoky black tabby was sitting patiently in the medicine cat den, overall looking bored. She hadn't done anything all day, except have a chat with Daydream, who had gone out to train Juniperpaw and was currently in RiverClan. Flashpaw was excited to meet Juniperpaw the most and see just how happy this she-cat was. Surgestorm sounded okay, and Shinefang was good "if you got close to them," Daydream said. Caliapaw... she didn't know much about her. Just that she was ThunderClan's medicine cat, really. What sucked was that, as far as she knew, she was really the only medicine cat apprentice. Of course, there was Caliapaw and Juniperpaw, but they were technically medicine cats. There was, however, a pricking hope in Flashpaw's chest that there was at least one new medicine cat apprentice. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, the female decided to at least go outside and get some fresh air. Standing and coughing a little bit, she exited the medicine cat den, padding softly to the spring air. She breathed deep, her eyes slitted, before looking around at her surroundings for something to do. Her gray eyes located her mother, Nightstep. Shocked, her eyes widened. Flashpaw hadn't seen her mother for quite some time, and here she was. Nightstep had left her alone after Branchpaw's death, with the best intentions, but it turned out disastrous. She had had nobody to turn to, no one to comfort her, and she fell into a deep and serious depression. It was rooted deep, and getting into the easier and more loved enviornment of the life of a medicine cat, she hadn't been in it long, and it still had some partial effect. Now, with her mother's eyes locked on her, she wished desperately for the comfort of her sister or her mentor, almost shaking. She hated people looking so intently at her, as though they saw her thoughts. A moment of panic seized her; but she crammed it down, remembering her mentor's words of comfort after her nightmare the previous night. She casually made her way over to Nightstep, flicking her tail, and, praying her voice wouldn't shake or quiver, Flashpaw said, "Hello, Nightstep." She tried to act as humble as possible, in case she thought she was bragging about her status or something.