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Post by paranoia on Nov 18, 2011 17:14:11 GMT -5
Never before had the sunlight felt so good on their whiskers, or the warm new-leaf breezes that danced through their fur. As if rising from some sort of hibernation, they emerged from the protective barriers that had surrounded them during these last few moons of dark slumber. In captivated wonder they stare upward at a pastel blue sky, the dark stormy clouds that imprisoned their world now a not-too-distant memory. The faintest hint of blossoms and returning growth of plant-life was a light perfume upon the air, as nature welcomed another season to start the cycle all over again. Perhaps those who felt like strangers in their own homeland would be rejoicing too, if the knowledge that not all of their brothers and sisters were here to witness it also. This last leaf-bare had been one of the hardest imaginable for the Clans, and in the removal of the ice crystals, left in their place was an aching void. Something that no herbal remedy could ever fix.
Skyfrost knew this well. She stood alongside the familiar faces, processing the arrival of new-leaf. Just a few weeks ago all hope seemed lost. An enemy who they could not fight seemed like it would devour each of them until ThunderClan was no more. Slowly time went back into motion, and a few cats giggled and gently sighed. Relief spread throughout the camp, and some urged the still sleeping forms to come and feast their eyes on a beautiful new-leaf day. Skyfrost flinched back from the gaps she saw in the crowd, the severe hollow spaces that should have been filled with former Clanmates. With a swift, silent turn she retreated back into the medicine cat den to continue her boring task of organizing the herb store.
Sniffing warily at a leaf, she batted it into her "unsure" pile that was growing larger by the minute. Eyes flickering dangerously, she let herself reach out a paw to swat a stray poppy seed toward her. One of the few things she could actually remember from Tigerpelt's teaching was the poppy seed and its uses. It was such a simple herb that even those who weren't medicine cats probably knew what it did. "Herbs are so boring," she complained under her breath. "There's so much memorizing and storing and organizing and for what?" The medicine cat was wobbling periously on the edge of losing her sanity.
Tigerpelt, the former medicine cat and Skyfrost's mentor, had been one of the many who had past this leaf-bare. He had left Skyfrost alone with only two moons of training and the full duties of a medicine cat when she was only nine-moons-old. Biting back against a yowl of frusteration when she came across yet another herb she couldn't indentify, she willed herself to remember. Studying the jagged sides of the leaf, it dawned on her. Dandelion leaves. Now if only she could remember what they were used for. Her memory was a bit clouded from the times she had dozed off or daydreamed during one of her many training sessions with Tigerpelt. There had been something, though, something he had said or done that referred to indentifying and remembering what a dandelion leaf was good for. Skyfrost snorted as she tried to draw the elderly cat's voice from the past to the present in her mind. "Some song or whatever about jagged leaves, mellow yellow flowers, and calmness..." Mumbling about how the old geezer was seriously disturbed, she considered the now indentified herb before her. Tigerpelt had made up a jingle for it, but Skyfrost hadn't cared to remember such a stupid chant. All the same, she had remembered what dandelion leaves were for.
"So it calms you down, huh?" she stared down at the leaf, knowing how stressful these past few weeks had been without Tigerpelt to guide her. The medicine cat leaned forward and licked the leaf up, chewing thoughtfully. The bitter taste hit her tongue but she choked it down, eyes stinging. "Great StarClan, that's awful! It's like I just swallowed mousebile." Of course, she never had tasted mousebile before, but she was sure it would taste exactly like a dandelion leaf. Settling down, she swept her gaze over the herb clutter. An idea crawled into her mind, and she began to search through the many piles for dandelion leaves. No reason to organize herbs as they come, she'd find the ones she knew first. On the hunt now, she grasped dandelion leaves she found with her teeth and flung them over her shoulder into the den's entrance. The herb storage was now more of a disorganized mess, but Skyfrost dismissed this fact to gloat in her small victory. The dandelion leaves were successfully separated from the rest of the filthy, earthy... plants. How she hated herbs.
Skyfrost strolled over to the miserably scattered dandelion leaves with an utterly bored expression. She noticed that most of the leaves were becoming spotted and limp, a sure sign of decay. The herb storage had suffered this leaf-bare, and she doubted that most of ThunderClan's main places to collect herbs had survived the harsh weather this past season. There might be some dandelion leaves to collect, perhaps, although this early in new-leaf she wasn't quite sure. She'd have to go out and check the many spots Tigerpelt had dragged her to for another insightful lecture into herbs and their uses. Great, more work. And trying to find more herbs. Skyfrost mused half-heartedly, her mood worsening by the second. Today was going to be just wonderful.
ooc; Sorry, this post sucks, but still, it's a post. :3 And first role-play post on the site, too!
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Post by fyrefacey ★ on Nov 18, 2011 19:39:55 GMT -5
badgerclaw;
Darting back and forth in the undergrowth of the ThunderClan territory. What is it he was chasing? Was he really chasing anything at all? Of course he was, don't be stupid. The sun loomed over the trees peeking through the undergrowth that seemed to be bleeding onto the dark tabby pelt of this tom. He slowed to a trot as his ears pricked and he lowered himself closer to the soil. His tail hoisted itself into the air, stiff and alert as his green eyes peered through the undergrowth.
The scent of the mouse invaded his nostrils and he smirked that delightful smirk. Badgerclaw's tail flicked silently back and forth as he cautiously looked around him for the creature he heard so much of. As he spotted it, he immediately darted for it. While he reached for the mouse, just as he was about to bite it's neck, Badgerclaw's giant paw crushed onto a spiked thorn. He yowled in pain. "Great StarClan!" he hissed, eyes narrowing in pain. Shaking his head in anger, Badgerclaw mumbled something before he limped off back towards camp. Dissatisfied with his trip to hunt for the clan, he was returning to the clan empty pawed. This was something he didn't enjoy at all. He was even injured, which angered him even more.
Why does this always happen to me? he mused on his way back to the ThunderClan camp. He would now have to go the clan's medicine cat, who, in his opinion, was very unskilled and not ready to be the medicine cat. He huffed as he entered the camp again, not long after he had left. Badgerclaw limped his way to the medicine cat's den while he was being eyed by a few passing clan members, doing their duties and whatnot. He glared at them, hissing under his breath. It's really none of their business, why do they insist on pestering me and desiring to know everything that happens in this StarClan forsaken clan! he thought to himself with an expression of amusement on his face.
"Skyfrost." he growled under his breath as he entered the medicine cat's den, completely unattached from anything happening in the clan. "I need you to fix my paw. I stepped on a thorn. Badgerclaw meowed bluntly, not in the mood to deal with any of her shenanigans. He wasn't in the mood for anything, really. He just wanted to go rest, not talk to stupid clan cats.
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tagged: skyfrost & badgerclaw
other: sorry for suckishness. i'm a bit rusty.. yours was great! c:
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Post by paranoia on Nov 22, 2011 12:27:32 GMT -5
Bent over herbs with her back turned to the den's entrance, Skyfrost stiffened when something large cast the den in shadow. A familiar voice growled out her name, and she stated simply, "Sorry, but I can't fix stupidity." The young medicine cat turned, listening to his demand of her attention to his paw. Skyfrost had a sudden urge to generously bless him with another sarcastic remark, but a sneaking sense of tranquility began to ease her nerves. Foxdung, that must be the dandelion leaves kicking in. Yet she had no time to muse about how lucky he was, for a new challenge had presented itself to her. Thorns were simple things. Skyfrost had gotten some herself from time to time, and Tigerpelt had always been there to assist her. Skyfrost knew that the thorn had to be removed, but there were herbs to prevent infection and soothe the pain of the small cut. Herbs again, always herbs! She'd probably be growing panicked right about now, yet the herbs she had tasted earlier would not allow this. With the clear mind they granted her, she turned to the disorganized piles of all sorts of herbs, determined to find the correct one.
"I could always just spit on your paw, Badgerclaw..." she mumbled, pawing through leaves of all sorts. At the bottom of a few unindentified herbs, Skyfrost came to an odd-looking leaf. Broad and curvy at the edges, she breathed in its fresh scent. Confident that this was the correct herb, she carried it back to Badgerclaw. "All right," she meowed. "Let's see about that thorn..." Without warning, the medicine cat caught hold of the thorn in her teeth, and without any gentle care, began to tug viciously at it. The she-cat triumphantly extracted the bothersome thorn from Badgerclaw's paw, a mischievous glint in her eye. One might think she had meant it to hurt, but she smoothly continued working. Chewing up the celadine into a thick paste (which tasted like dirt, despite its sweet smell) she licked it onto his paw. "There. It feels better, doesn't it?" Skyfrost searched the warrior's face, perhaps trying to see if she had chosen the right herb.
If you've ever been "treated" by Skyfrost while she was a medicine cat, then you know the horrible feeling of dread when you find she has no idea what she's doing. Herbs are presented at random, experimented on the poor souls who seek her help. Badgerclaw may or may not have had his concerns about the strange leaf she had put onto his small scratch. Whatever he felt during this time, he was definitely going to feel something soon. Marigold would have been the ideal herb for this situation, but Skyfrost had mistakenly chosen Celadine, an herb exclusively used for treatment of the eyes. It would begin to burn like fire here in a few heartbeats, but Skyfrost's complete pride in her work would not allow such worry to enter her mind.
Perhaps it would have been if Badgerclaw had removed the thorn himself or left it in. That was not what happened, and all hell would soon break loose in the medicine cat's den, undeniably going to draw attention of Clanmates within the camp.
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