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Post by Torn on Apr 17, 2008 10:49:40 GMT -8
Wrenkit's small tri-colored shape was curled in moss and ferns that lay about the nursery floor. Her round eyes stared at the roof, bored. Her foster mother, Dogbite, was sat hunched at the door and watched Clan life going on. Wrenkit sat, up, staring worriedly at her. She had the feeling the grizzled old warrior thought she was a burden, and annoying. Sighing, the little she-cat stood up and tottered out of the nursery, not wanting to feel her annoyance any more.
Dogbite watched Wrenkit go, and sighed. Looking at her paws, she wished she could be a warrior again. Wrenkit was always thinking, staring at the stars and shuffling about in her sleep. The tabby stood up and returned to the nursery. Another cat could look after Wrenkit, she was just annoying.
Her little round eyes stared in wonder at all that was going on. A hunting patrol was just coming back, while some elders sunned themselves outside their den. Wrenkit wondered if she should go and see them. But only one place called her right now. She smiled then bounded across the clearing to the medicine cat den. She meowed a greeting, then waited for the invatation to come inside.
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Post by Måø§† on Apr 17, 2008 15:53:38 GMT -8
A delicate meow held the sunlight for a few seconds, and the dark seal pointed medicine cat pocked her slim and velvet-touched head out from behind a layer of brambles. Her bright desert sanded eyes glimmered even more as she saw who waited outside of her den. A slight purr escaped her small throat and she beckoned with her svelte tail, her elegant and composed figure almost dancing to the center of her den.
A few figures lay sleeping within the shadows of her den, their mind filled with sleep, each sleeping on a soft patch of new moss. Altogether, the medicine cats den was in the depths of shade. As Falconcry waited for Wrenkit to adjust and carefully settle herself, and found herself pulling aside a few small layers of bracken, letting a warm orange ray of sun cover the earth. Falconcry faced the older kit, wrapped her tail calmly around her front paws and adjusted her light brown ears towards Wrenkit.
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Post by Silver on Apr 19, 2008 18:10:58 GMT -8
Willowears sat outside the elder's den, even the sun's warm rays not distracting his thoughts. Tornheart had been killed by a badger, though Cinderstar had assured him that they had killed it. What if the badger had cubs? Mistclan did not want to lose another valuable warrior. He pricked his ears up as Wrenkit trotted out of the nursery and into the medicine cat's den. Maybe he might become medicine cat apprentice, with all the time he spends it there, he thoughts, rising to stretch. He sauntered over to the medicine cat den and peered in. "Hello?" he called, slipping in without waiting for a reply. "Falconcry, I believe I have a scratch on my ear that has been irritating me terribly. Can you help?" he asked, nodding slightly at Wrenkit. "Hello little one," he said, sitting down to wait.
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Post by Torn on Apr 21, 2008 8:38:39 GMT -8
Wrenkit stepped further into the den and sat down on a few spare clumps of moss and settled herself in, gazing round at all of the sleeping cats and the neat herbs piled against the walls. She turned her eyes to Falconcry after a few seconds, flicking her ears towards Falconcry and studying the medicine cat interestedly. She admired her greatly, and the young she-cat really wanted to find out more about what she did.
But before she could ask, a tom cat's call came from outside. Looking up as Willowears came in, she smiled to him. "Good morning Willowears." Her quiet voice came politely, her long tail waving happily from side to side.
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Post by Måø§† on Apr 26, 2008 8:25:56 GMT -8
Falconcry calmly turned her head towards the approaching elder. She caught a small gleam of curiosity rather than need in the elders eyes, yet she knew her job was to help every cat. Excusing herself from Wrenkit with a soft gesture of her tail she trotted over to her supply of medicine herbs.
Willowears had seen her grow up, and take her place as a medicine cat, and they had always been on the better of terms with each other. For that, Falconcry respected him. Falconcry quickly grabbed a few dock leaves and goldenrod and brought them over next to Willowears. She spoke to him softly, her voice melting like warm honey, "This will help soothe your scratch," she chewed up the dock into a poultice and applied it the the scratch on his ears. Falconcry glanced over to Wrenkit and smiled as she saw the young fascinating stare upon the poultice that she had applied.
Maybe...Wrenkit could be her apprentice.
"This will help you heal. It would be best if you got rest for your scratch to begin healing properly. It's not a bad scratch, but it's always good to be cautious," Falconcry always told the warriors she treated what she was doing. The cats had a right to know what she was helping them with.
Falconcry turned back to Wrenkit, dismissing Willowears with a small nod. The young medicine cat danced across her den back to Wrenkit, her ears pricked. "What is it that you wanted?" her sweet voice sounding much like a warm mothers milk.
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Post by Silver on Apr 26, 2008 18:49:16 GMT -8
Willowears smiled as Falconcry quickly handled his ear. "Thank you, Falconcry. Wrenkit," he said nodding to the kit again. He slowly got up, and stretched himself out. He strolled to the entrance, pausing to look over his shoulder. Falconcry had been busy lately since the badger attack, and he appreciated her helping him. He smiled fatherly at Wrenkit before leaving to grab something to eat. As he plucked up a small starling, he gazed at the medicine cat den. Wrenkit had caught his curiosity today; he decided to watch her for a little. Settling down to eat, he lazily watched the nursery.
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Post by Torn on Apr 29, 2008 7:35:51 GMT -8
Wrenkit's eyes were filled with thought as she watched the medicine cat apply the poultice to Willowears' scratches. She'd sensed a slight thoughtfullness just before she'd gone over to her patient. What had she been thinking? She didn't know what... but maybe she would be able to find out soon. Desparately, Wrenkit wished that Falconcry would say something to Cinderstar about her becoming the medicine cat apprentice. Dreamily, she sat down and gazed up at the roof of the den. What would it be like? Getting to treat cats of all ages, being able to talk to StarClan and recieve prophecies and dreams. Then the far-away smile left her face. She wouldn't be so close to other apprentices, or ever feel the excitment of hunting or fighting with her friends. But was her path one of a warriors? Then faintly, she heard Falconcry's voice which burst her bubble. "What is it that you wanted?" The she-cat asked, turning Wrenkit's head. "I don't know." She replied, then hesitated and looked at her paws, unsure whether she should tell her about her desire. Then, she realised if she didn't tell her soon, she'd never know. After all, it wasn't long until she was six moons old. "I was bored and well, um... I kind of like the idea of being a medicine cat." She shuffled her paws, then looked up and stared hard at Falconcry, her wide eyes hopeful. OOC: Wrenkit is a girl by the way, it says watch him in your post. Sorry.  |
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Post by Måø§† on Apr 29, 2008 18:26:42 GMT -8
Falconcry studied the quick motions flying through the young kits eyes. Was it confusion…isolation? Wrenkit had always been interested in medicine, and Falconcry had more than once considered Wrenkit as, maybe, her apprentice. But it had always been briefly, and the truth was, Falconcry had never really thought about the subject. When Wrenkit finally told her what was on her mind, she could only smile. It wasn't often when a young kit had other intentions than fighting, when they would rather care for their Clan than defend it by tooth and claw.
"Wrenkit, I would be happy to be your mentor," she paused, a purr erupting in her throat, "I will ask Cinderstar at sundown."
Falconcry guessed it was time. What if something happened to her, tension between the Clans was growing. It would not only be the right thing to do, for the Clan, but something that Flaconcry now thought of as exiting. Passing her lessons on, showing the you she-kit how to interpret signs from StarClan, tend to cats, and learn whatever there is to know about the ways of the Medicine cats. She was ready.
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Post by Torn on Apr 29, 2008 23:31:51 GMT -8
Wrenkit's face broke into a huge smile and her tail stuck right up in excitement. "Thank you Falconcry!" Her eyes shone, thoughts of what she would learn coming forward and swirling around in her mind. It almost made her dizzy with excitement.
Suddenly, Dogbite came to her attention. What would she think? She'd never been very interested in her, and Wrenkit knew that. But the need to tell someone was overwhelming, so she looked up at Falconcry and said "Could you excuse me a second?" She asked, then raced out of the den and towards the nursery where Dogbite was sunning herself.
"Dogbite!" She called, and slowed to a halt as she reached her. "I'm going to be Falconcry's apprentice! Well... if Cinderstar says thats alright."
Dogbite looked up as her foster-kit ran over, then blurted out the news to her. "I'm going to be Falconcry's apprentice! Well... if Cinderstar says thats alright." Wrenkit said. Dogbite raised an eyebrow, then smiled. She knew the kit wasn't a warrior by heart, and it was good she'd found her place in the Clan. Even if she didn't particularly enjoy looking after her, she had to be a little pleased for her. "Well done." She purred creakily. Wrenkit did a little bounce, probably from excitement, then raced across the clearing and back into the medicine den.
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Post by Måø§† on May 1, 2008 15:09:56 GMT -8
Falconcry exused herself from the medicine cats den, her senses drained by exitement. But she wearily pushed her exitement away knowing that she had to be alert. If young Wrenkit truly was the right choice for Mistclans next medicine cat, StarClan would give her a sign of reasurrance. But first she had to talk to Cinderstar.
Falconcry danced across the small grassy clearing, jumping onto the jagged platform holding Cinderstars den. Her muscles needed a stretch, and she planned on taking a walk through the thick forest of Mistclan after talking to Cinderstar. Her dark muzzle appeared at the entrance, and soon her honey white head was seen peering into the darkness. "Cinderstar?" she had to intention on disturbing the leader although it was best talking to her as soon as possible.
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Post by Silver on May 2, 2008 19:39:11 GMT -8
Willowears watched Wrenkit steak across the clearing to Dogbite. As she bounced around the clearing, Falconcry trotted out to Cinderstar's den. "'bout time," he grumbled, his intrest lost again.
Cinderstar quickly awoke from her nap, sense alert. "Yes? What is it Falconcry?" she asked, shaking away the moss and sleep. Her words echoed softly around the dark empty den. Cinderstar padded up to Falconcry, her head cocked curiously.
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Post by Torn on May 3, 2008 7:43:40 GMT -8
Wrenkit watched as the young medicine cat trotted elegantly to the leader's den, still alive with life. She dreamed of one day becoming a full medicine cat, although it didn't occur to her at that point that medicine cat apprentices were only full medicine cats when the old medicine cat died. She didn't want that to happen, but still, the thought was exciting. Turning to Dogbite, she quickly asked if she could get something from the fresh-kill pile. "I'll get something for Falconcry too." She promised, then set off as a grunt of approval came from Dogbite.
Jumping round the camp, she jumped over sleeping elders, flew into the air to catch leaves and rolled around happily on the floor. This was her dream, and she was so close to it coming through. I really hope Cinderstar lets me. She thought, then focused on the fresh-kill pile that her paws had carried her over to. After a moment's thought, she took a mouse for herself and a thrush for Falconcry, then carried the bird over to the pelted she-cat's den. Depositing it just inside the entrance, she turned and ran back over to the nursery, giving a little skip as she did.
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Post by Måø§† on May 3, 2008 14:16:43 GMT -8
Falconcry bowed her head slightly as she approached the young leader. The den was shadowy, yet not cave-like. It welcoming and fresh at the same time. Lifting her head, Flaconcry locked eyes with Cinderstar. She thought hard, trying to think of exactly what she was to say. At last she spoke, a soft call, "Cinderstar, I have been thinking, I have been the medicine cat for a while now, but anything could happen to me. If StarClan sends me a sign, and if you approve my decision, I would like to chose a medicine cat apprentice. And with all due respect, I believe Wrenkit would be a wonderful Medicine cat. She has taken an interest in herbs and helping cats, I think she is ready. So if you approve..." she trailed off. She didn't need to say any more.
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Post by Silver on May 4, 2008 18:38:40 GMT -8
Cinderstar nodded. "I see nothing wrong with letting young Wrenkit become your apprentice. I certinly have notice her intrest in the work of a medicine cat. When she comes of age, I give you full permission to accpet her as your apprentice. I would fill her in on the ceremony," she said with a smile. "Congradulations, Falconcry. Continue your duties," she flicked her tail, dismissing her. Stretching, she padded outside to fetch something to eat. Quickly, she drank in the sun's warmth, and allowed her eyes to adjust.
"You probably already know what Wrenkit's future is, don't you, Willowears?" Cinderstar asked as she settled down beside him, a thrush tucked between her paws. "It doesn't take years of experiance to guess that little one's future. All it takes is a focus, and some common sense," Willowears replied, watching Wrenkit bounce around the clearing. He smiled to himself, thinking his thoughts. Willowears rose, then lumbered back to the elder's den.
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Post by Måø§† on May 6, 2008 19:38:31 GMT -8
Falconcry left the leaders den with a nod of gratitude and headed towards the deep forest. The thick warmth and clear sky had invited the many creatures lurking around the roots of trees. Falconcry ignored her hunger and found a small clearing on the side of a stream. The air seemed to cool within the territory near the rushing water, and she let the hungry air lick at her fur, tossing this way and that.
She waited patiently for any kind of sign of approval by StarClan. Closing her eyes she felt the warm sun kiss her muzzle and her ears, the sounds of the forest become a murmer of music, and the taste of fresh spring flow through her until she held the pulse of the entire forest within her.
And there it was, a small call from beside her. Opening her eyes quietly she watched, unmoving, as a beautiful wren perched not a fox-length a way, maybe closer. Its eyes were fearless, even though it sensed her. Its wood painted feathers and cloud white chest were small, seemed but reflections of the sun. Yet the bird turned its head parallel to the young medicine cat and looked her straight in the eye before departing and rushing up the the canopy above. The message could not have been clearer. StarClans messages were not as wide as an ocean, but they were as deep as a universe.
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