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Post by Shad on Nov 10, 2015 19:40:43 GMT
The Cedar Clan Medicine Cat sat on the bridge border, trying to ignore the water that floated up to collect like frost on her feathery pelt. Beside her, her companion shifted uncomfortably as well. She looked up at the enormous shecat thoughtfully, whose golden fur had turned a burnt orange as the water easily soaked through the short pelt. "You did not have to come," she mewed. "Aye," the beast grumbled, shaking her fur as if that could dislodge the water clinging to it. "Then why did you?" the Medicine Cat felt compelled to ask. Unlike most of the cats in the clan, she did not actively have anything against the massive feral Warrior, but neither were they overly close. "Specklefoot," the shecat grunted. "If this lot offs yew, there be no one left ta heel him.""Ah." Ravenface nodded in understanding, a small smile sneaking onto her lips. Sweetfang might be vicious and almost rabid at times, but she had taken a definite liking to her fellow spotted feline. It was adorable... if such a beast with such huge fangs and such a terrible attitude could be called such. Something shifted on the marshes and Ravenface straightened, pale blue eyes alert. "Ravenface?"A curious calico head popped out of the thin marsh undergrowth. The silver shecat was surprised by how much the cat had grown! Holy Holly! She was almost as tall as a Warrior already. "Hey, er..." Ravenface struggled for a name. She had seen this apprentice with the Marsh Clan patrol weeks ago, but she had only been concerned with talking to Turtlefrost at the time. "Patchpaw," the shecat replied with a patient smile, her silver eyes warm. "Patchpaw," Raven finished gratefully. "You've grown I see."The apprentice stretched up her head and puffed out her chest, preening slightly under the praise. Her ear flicked, sensing something coming up behind her. "Hey!" she called back, although Ravenface and Sweetfang could not tell who the new cat was. "The Cedar Clan Medicine Cat is here! Come say hello!"The shecat turned back to the two visitors, looking Sweetfang over. "I haven't grown nearly as much as this one though. I'm Patchpaw.""Sweetfang.""You won't mind if I don't test how 'sweet' your fangs are, will you? I'd rather live to see my Warrior ceremony, if its all the same to you."The huge golden beast smiled despite herself. Patchpaw looked back to Ravenface, silver eyes curious as her companion came forward. "What brings you two here then?""We're here to..." the shecat trailed off as Patchpaw's companion came forward so that they could see... |
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Post by Kibbles on Nov 11, 2015 0:48:33 GMT
Steampaw shuffled out of the marsh after Patchpaw. His violet eyes were distant and wide. They didn't meet the looks of the warriors from Cedarclan, but they did meet Patchpaw's when she looked back. And when she looked back, he gave her a small smile that showed he was alright. Well, as alright as he could be after the events over the past few moons.
He was quiet, though, and didn't say anything to the two she-cats, but he did sit down beside Patchpaw as they spoke. He looked around, searching for anything that could be harmful. You know, the normal things. Snakes. Gators. Foxes. Badgers. Stagheart. Turtlefrost. The normal things he often looked for when he wasn't around camp.
He sat stiffly, tail wrapped around his paws tightly. His ears were perked and fur ruffled. It didn't look as if he had groomed it in a few days. And he looked extremely tired. His eyes drooped and he looked as if he could fall asleep at any moment. At the same time, he looked as if he could stay up for days more with the way he was shaking and the way his head jerked at every sound that happened behind them.
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Post by Shad on Nov 11, 2015 16:00:14 GMT
The tall calico wrapped her tail around Steampaw's side, drawing him close and warming him slightly against the chill. Having a thick coat sure did come in handy at times. She licked her friend's ear warmly. It will be fine, her gesture said. We can do anything when we're together! "Oh," the Medicine Cat mewed as her eyes lowered to the white apprentice. "Hey there...""Steampaw," Patchpaw supplied with a sly smirk. Clearly names was not Ravenface's strong point. The silver shecat's eyes softened gratefully. "Steampaw. Right. You look..." the shecat frowned. "Well, you look like something's been using you for a chew toy. What happened to him?"This question was directed at Patchpaw and the calico apprentice's eyes narrowed sharply, turning to look at her friend. What? What was wrong with him? He looked fine to her. What could... Then it clicked. She remembered Cedar Clan's Medicine Cat rushing forward to start diagnosing Duskblaze immediately too. She must see something Patchpaw did not. The apprentice yearned to ask what it was. She knew something was going on with Steampaw, something he refused to tell her, but one look at her friend and then at the huge, towering golden form of Sweetfang, told her this was neither the time nor the place. "Nothing," she mewed quickly. "He's a klutz and fell into a thicket."Ravenface frowned. She opened her mouth to protest this reasoning but Patchpaw hastily added, "It was a very bad fall. He had been running."This was enough to get the message of 'leave it alone' across and, while the Medicine Cat did not seem too keen on letting the subject drop she did relent with, "Alright. Just get him to that Medicine Cat of yours. Whatshisface.""Eveningblaze.""Eveningblaze. Right.""We'll get right on that," Patchpaw mewed brightly. About 3 seconds from never. "But before we do, did you want something? Or did you just miss us that much?" the shecat teased lightly. The golden Warrior snorted, rolling her eyes. Ravenface smiled though. She flicked to a thick wrapping of fresh leaves beside her. "I made a promise to Turtlefrost that if I found a cure for the disease I would share it. Of course almighty Marsh Clan would never experience something as mundane as sickness, but if you did have, say, a deadly, pandemic-like plague wandering around, these will cure it."Patchpaw's gaze zeroed in on the plants immediately. A cure? But... how many cats were left? She had avoided the Medicine Cat's Den after her mother's death except for that short period when Steampaw stayed the night. Although her time there had been short it had also been disturbingly... empty. "Well... thank you," the tall apprentice mewed, stepping forward to take the herbs. "Thank you very-"Ravenface stopped her from getting any closer by hastily covering the bundle with her paw and drawing it back, pale blue eyes wide. "Don't touch it!" she hissed. "I'll give this to Turtlefrost or Eveningblaze, but no one else. These things could be dangerous if someone messes up the dosage. Now, you seem like a real nice cat, Patchpaw, but that doesn't mean you have a great memory."This is from the cat who couldn't even remember my name, Patchpaw thought with an internal roll of her eyes. But Ravenface was quite firm on this topic and would not budge. "I won't risk anyone getting hurt unnecessarily. Now I can wait here for one of them to come or I can go with you back to camp. It is all the same to me. I know how secretive you Marsh Clan bunch can be so I don't mind waiting. I just want to get these herbs to the right cats and -hopefully- save some lives."Patchpaw looked to Steampaw. Well? What could they say to that? Duskblaze would skin them if they brought that monster Warrior into their territory, but Ravenface did seem like a genuinely nice Medicine Cat who just wanted to help them, and her story held up too. Turtlefrost's ranting on the way back home had verified that much. Patchpaw would feel bad insulting the helpful shecat and forcing her to wait... |
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Post by Kibbles on Nov 12, 2015 2:29:26 GMT
Steampaw gave Patchpaw a smile, one that was actually genuine. She had never done anything to him. She had never been mean or harmed him. She was one of the only cats in Marshclan he could trust. The others being Cedarpaw, the kits, and Tornpelt. Still, he wondered if the others could trust him. The kits probably could. They didn't know that he was weak yet. But Cedarpaw and Patchpaw... they probably wouldn't trust their lives in his paws.
And to be honest, he didn't blame them. Why would they let a weak cat like him save them?
He looked down at himself. He knew he could be strong. He was a big cat. Bulky muscles. Something most warriors would want. He wasn't physically weak by all means. But his heart was. And that was something that couldn't be changed so easily. And it often changed towards being a murderer, like his father, or to fearing everything that you once trusted, like himself. He wondered if he could change it back. Probably not so easily.
He looked back up as he heard something about a cure. Then he huffed when he heard that they couldn't take it back to the clan. He saw Patchpaw look at him and he shrugged in response. Should they go get someone? Should they bring Ravenface and this... beast.... back to Marshclan? That would only show them that they were weak. Especially with so little cats. And even less cats that could fight. Most of the clan was sick or kits. No, they couldn't bring them to the camp.
He looked back towards the territory and wondered if Patchpaw would go get Eveningblaze. Especially since he wasn't going to talk to anyone. After all, he hasn't said one word since the incident with his mentor. And that wasn't going to change anytime soon.
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