ThunderClan Clearing

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crowwhisker
a lithe, smokey tom with glaring, pale-blue eyes
fourteen moons | post: 6

the young warrior watched, with eyes wide open, as the medicine cat--former medicine cat--was stripped of their rank. wolfhawk, now wolfpaw, newly-made apprentice of the deputy. hollowpaw, though keeping their name, was not completely free of punishment. the looming threat of exile was enough for even crowwhiskers hairs to stand on end. he saw, behind the deputy and the failures of the clan, flintclaw, a warrior who had given his aid to fight off the otters, and who had yet to be repaid for his service. there were many others, the boy knew, who had given their lives for the fight. the weight of the situation sat heavily upon crowwhiskers shoulders--who would be healing the cats of thunderclan now? hollowpaw, in his lonesome?

wolfpaw admitted, now, to wanting to step down, and crowwhisker yowled! why keep such a thing to oneself? the health of the clan depended on the medicine cat's with to heal! and, even after the death that had befallen those that had given their all to protect their clanmates, wolfpaw had the nerve to cry! his understanding grew, then, of the rage that flintclaw must have felt. "he does not deserve the ground he stands upon," came the toms voice. "he does not deserve this clan--this clearing!" for the anger that powered his words coursed through his veins and down to the earth below him.

"how dare he?" came a final choke of words. crowwhiskers pale gaze was a glare, staring a white-hot hole into the former medicine cat.

[Minku]

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Quackpaw
THc apprentice. She/Her. 10 Moons
Sticky Pads, Lucky Duck, Killer Aptitude T1
"I want ice cream!"

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Post 50

These healers. This. This isn't just the otter's fault, it was their fault too. Their fault. Quackpaw. She had been in the medicine den. She really was in there, she was helping the non-medic heal Muddy. Non-medic. A she-cat who was neither Wolfhawk or Hollowpaw. Neither of them. Of course the apprentice had been focused on Muddy-buddy. She didn't pay attention to everyone else in the medicine den. She chose to spare herself from the headache. She just stayed there WAITING who knows how long for the medicine cats to heal Muddy. No wonder it felt so long, they weren't even DOING anything, of course it HAD to be a random warrior that just so happened to know what to do to save Muddy. She had known Wolfpaw only asked Muddy to swallow, she knew. But they STILL left Muddy. They left Muddy to die.

When she was there waiting for the medicine cats to help Muddy. Back in the medicine den, she was right after all, Wolfhawk was a FULL MEDIC. He should know what to do, or else he should STILL be Wolfpaw. Well? He is now, but maybe if Bumble had picked a better medicine cat the otter patrol would've been healed quicker and Quackpaw wouldn't have worried as much as she did for MUDDY. Her MENTOR. "too late, no amount of apology would heal any otter wounds" Now was too late for remorse. Too late for tears. Too late. Nothing would change. Nothing. No

[eh? Like my sig says, my character's (in this case Quackpaw's) thoughts aren't my own!]