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Post by .:|Fawnzie|:. on Oct 14, 2011 16:42:06 GMT -5
Stripedpaw sat in a corner of the medicine cat's den, going through dusty herbs. We're out of chervil... the siamese-looking tom thought, frowning. But we have burdock roots for infection and watermint for bellyaches, right? Lamely he pawed at the herbs. "This whole herb thing confuses me so much..." he commented outloud, then closed his mouth. He didn't want Featherleaf to think he was confused by herbs, or she'd make him learn them all again.
A dirty-looking apprentice limped into the den, eyes adjusting to the slight gloom. Hey Stripedpaw!" Smudgepaw mewled cheerfully, trying to make conversation. The other apprentice simply grunted, then turned his back to him. "What happened?" he asked briskly, trying not to be rude.
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Post by cheskat5 on Oct 16, 2011 10:07:46 GMT -5
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it's time to start the countdown
i'm gonna burn it down
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| | [style=padding:5px; text-align:justify; color: #181818;] FOXSTAR LET OUT A LOW GROWL AS HE HEARD VOICES IN THE MEDICINE CAT'S DEN, wondering what kind of mouse-brain would wake him up at this hour. He strained to get up from his sleepign position, and the large red tom winced as he felt a sharp pain in his foreleg. It certainly hadn't healed much. His fur had begun to grow back, however, on the side of his bodyt hat was once raw and bleeding. Mouse-brained kits, he thought, crow-food monsters… Amber eyes flickered around the den, searching for the source fo the voices. It was Stripedpaw and Smudgepaw. " Hey you two! " Foxstar growled grumpily. "Keep it down over ther or I just might have to come ovr and rip your pelts off! " Foxstar hissed at them again before laying his head back down on his nest.[/style] | [atrb=style,border-top:5px solid #000000; color: #181818;]tag(s): Stripedpaw, Smudgepaw
word count: 141 words
notes: foxstar's sucha grump
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Post by .:|Fawnzie|:. on Oct 16, 2011 18:01:48 GMT -5
"Oh! I stepped on a sharp stone while hunting, and cut my paw pad, as you can se-" Smudgepaw stopped in his tracks when Foxstar started speaking. "S-sorry..." he said, looking at his paws. I'll be quieter."
Stripedpaw, however, wasn't amused. He glared at Foxstar, but stopped; not wanting to be disrespectful. "Don't be mean. Me and Featherleaf are the one's that treated your wounds," the siamese-like cat said, then turned back to Smudgepaw. He pawed out some poppyseeds, and put them in front of Smudgepaw. "eat those," he said. Stripedpaw looked at the wound, seeing it was bleeding. He sighed, then pulled out some dock. Chewing it up, he spit it out on his paw.
He put them on the paw, then wrapped it in a thin layer of cobwebs. "It'll be sore for a while, but that will help. The cobwebs won't protect it; their only there until the herb dries," he explained.
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Post by maybe on Oct 18, 2011 23:21:26 GMT -5
Wildflower padded through the camp entrance, her mouth full of fresh-kill. Her bright green eyes swept over the camp, taking in what was going on. A few of the apprentices were tending to the elders, while a couple of kits scuffled about in the sand near the nursery. Then, she heard a familiar voice. "Don't be mean. Me and Featherleaf are the ones that treated your wounds". The gray-brown tabby smiled through her mouthful of vole, picturing the sharp-tongued apprentice medicine cat. She shook her head. Only Stripedpaw would be able to talk to Foxstar like that and get away with it. Well, him and Featherleaf, of course. Wildflower trotted over to the well-stocked fresh-kill pile, now with a noticeable skip in her step. Just hearing the young medicine cat's voice made her feel like she could fly like a bird.
Quietly, she padded to the mouth of the medicine den, listening in to the conversation. She cleared her throat and padded through the tunnel, blinking in the shadowy darkness of the den.
"Erm...Featherleaf? Stripedpaw?" she rasped, making her voice sound like she had swallowed a pawful of gravel. "It's me, Wildflower. I've got a sore throat," she meowed, careful to keep her voice raspy and gritty. She smiled when she saw Stripedpaw tending to Smudegpaw's pad. She padded up to him and smiled, sitting down a way away, not wanting to get in the way. Tipping her head to the side, she wrapped her tail neatly around her front paws as she sat, watching him work.
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Post by .:|Fawnzie|:. on Oct 20, 2011 16:21:29 GMT -5
Smudgepaw, after saying a small 'thank you', turned and trotted out of the Medicine cat den. He didn't like the smell of herbs, and it plastered the den to a point where he hated being in it. It also plasters Stripedpaw's pelt, the apprentice thought, nose wrinkling.
The Medicine cat apprentice then turned on his heels to face Wildflower. "Hey Wildflower," he mewed, voice slightly soft. Why does she always get sick? She's never been a sickly kind of cat, Stripedpaw thought, then shook it away. It doesn't matter. What does matter is my clanmates being healthy. Flicking his ear, he looked back at the she-cat.
"Hmm.... I don't think I have anything for that, except for a bit of honey," The tom said. He flicked his tail impaitently and turned his back to Wildflower, going to get a small peice of a honeycomb. Putting it infront of her, he asked, "So how're you?" Just trying to be nice...
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Post by maybe on Oct 22, 2011 16:23:42 GMT -5
The small gray-brown she-cat smiled as he spoke, padding farther into the den. She inhaled deeply, taking in Stripedpaw's amazing earthy scent. She thought she say a flicker of disbelief flash across his face, but it was gone before she knew it. Shrugging it off, she layed down in a nest of moss and watched as he went to the herb stock, sifting through his herbs to find the honey. As he worked, he made conversation, and when he spoke to her, Wildflower's heart fluttered.
"Apart from having a sore throat, I'm well, I suppose. How about you?" She blinked happily at him, carefully keeping her voice low and crackly.
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Post by .:|Fawnzie|:. on Oct 23, 2011 23:08:59 GMT -5
"I'm the same as ever. Stuck in a stupid den with nothing to do," He sighed, looking at Wildflower. "You're so lucky. You get to hunt, and go out in the territory without having someone with you, and you have a life outside of sorting herbs," Stripedpaw added, voice full of longing. It was true, he had never wanted to be a medicine cat. And he still didn't. He didn't want to stand out of be different. The tom just wanted to fit in and be able to see.
[OOC: >w< sorry not very much muse for Stripedpaw at the moment.]
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Post by smokey on Oct 26, 2011 22:14:25 GMT -5
Honeyfang padded into the den with a huge crow in her mouth. She had been asked to bring food to Foxstar. She rolled her eyes when she heard the tom complain to the young cats. Dropping the crow at his paws she scornfully mewed "Honestly, you sound like a grumpy old badger. Her eyes narrowed a little as she swiveled her ears about to see what was going on. There were more cats than usual in here thats for sure. Anyways the crow's for you. I was told you hadn't eaten yet, so maybe after you get something in you the other cats wont fear having their ears sliced off Her whiskers twitched a little in good humor, but her eyes remained serious. |
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Post by maybe on Nov 2, 2011 11:01:51 GMT -5
Wildflower murmured her sympathy. She knew how much the medicine cat apprentice hated his duties. It pained her to see him so unhappy, especially considering how she felt about him. With a flash of boldness, she got up and crossed the den toward him, pushing her muzzle into his fur comfortingly. He smelled intoxicatingly like the forest. All sorts of herbs and roots and tangy, bitter smells that mingled perfectly. With a sigh, she stepped back and looked at him, expecting to see shock and anger in his sightless eyes.
"Perhaps StarClan have a great destiny for you, Stripedpaw," she meowed, forgetting to use her sick voice.
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