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Post by Dawn on Feb 26, 2012 14:05:53 GMT -5
And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
[/font][/color] ARCTICLIGHT[/color][/font] Yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.[/i] Every medicine cat needed a day to day routine, and this was her's. Arcticlight woke a little after sunrise, or earlier if she had wounded or ill in her den to care for. If the medicine cat's den was empty, then she generally sorted through her supplies, as she was doing now. "Hmmmm..."[/color] The sleek white female was crouched over a pile of dry, green leaves, coupled with a few gnarled strands of dried flowers. It seemed as if spring was on its way, but she still worried about her lacking supply of Marigold. It was very difficult to find in Leafbare, not just because it was a delicate flower but because it grew near water, and most sources dried up during the freeze. Should she go out and look for more anyway, just in case? Her mentor, Pomegranatefur, used to tell her 'Always be prepared.' So, at a time like this, the young healer sat on her haunches and considered her options. It was the familiar game of 'What would Pomegranatefur have done?' Ever since her mentor had died, and she had become the sole occupant of Vertigoclan's medicine den, she had looked among the young cats for an apprentice as willing as she had been. Thus far, there were none, and she didn't know of any queens due in Newleaf. It was no trouble, however. Arcticlight was young and strong, and though she feared leaving her clan without her to aid and guide them, she knew she had many moons ahead of her. Still, it would be nice to have a young cat to train, both to help her out when things were busy and to take her mind off of things. Vertigoclan cats labored under the idea that she was busy all of the time, and they should only visit her if they needed dire help. Honestly, they're such flea brains. She wouldn't mind if a young warrior stopped in now and then to have a thorn pulled out, instead of pulling it themselves and bleeding all over camp, or even if one of the less busy cats just came in to chat with her for a while. Putting off the issue of the Marigold, Arcticlight flopped onto her back in her nest. It was sunhigh, and the camp was buzzing with activity. Perhaps some warrior would need something from her, or maybe Pyrestar, Jetfang, and Galefrost would send the apprentices to get mouse bile. The ivory female's whiskers twitched faintly with amusement. Kindlepaw would likely accept it without too much fuss, whereas Nectarpaw was sure to spit, and Lashpaw, her brother... She visualized the black tom-cat, with his pale green eyes, a bit like her own. Lashpaw was just as claw tongued as his sister, and he would probably have a thing or two to say about the ungrateful task. Apprentices... She gazed up at the branches which covered her den, and breathed in the deep, piney scent. Her den was at the edge of camp; a fallen pine split in half marked the entrance, while live trees hung over with heavy, thick branches, giving her maximum protection from the elements, particularly because of the dead branches that had fallen across the top of her den. It was a pretty cushy place to live, she had to admit. Even the elders, Brittlewing and Darkclaw, enjoyed staying within the walls of her den. Through the back wall, which was the trunk of yet another pine and the exterior of the clan wall, a trickling stream ran in. It was too small to babble, but late at night when everything was silent and still she could just hear its faint melody. The soil here was loamy and covered in pine needles, soft underfoot. She had often wondered why marigold didn't grow by the water here, but was instead more common at the pond. I suppose it has certain places it favors, just like cats, mused Arcticlight, watching the branches rustle above her head, and wishing for company. "As we moved together in the dark."[/color] "And every bite I gave you left a mark."word count 669 | tagged to post open! | notes my first ever post with arcticlight! [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by lily ♫ on Feb 26, 2012 17:22:11 GMT -5
The tom often preferred the wintry chill over the sweltering summer heat, but the young tabby had almost had his fill on the cold weather - and only about halfway through the season! He'd been disappointed that he hadn't been picked as the new deputy of the Clan, but he'd recovered from the folly with quick ease. Sure, he hadn't seen much of Pyrestar lately, but sooner or later they were bound to end up hanging out like old times. 'She's probably just busy with all her new duties.' Reflectedrain told himself as he made his way back toward the camp with a fairly plump squirrel clamped between his jaws. Its scent filled him with comfort, reminding him of all the meals he had provided for his Clan and pride surged through him as he entered the camp.
His rough paws ached from the cold, even though they were accustomed to the rocky and pine-needle strewn territory, his pads had grown cracked and sore to the touch. He kept putting off visiting the medicine cat, Arcticlight, simply because it was typically elders that complained of having cracked pads. Being so young, he felt silly that he was suffering from such a trivial thing. Setting his catch down on the freshkill pile, he turned about and faced the den where the ivory she-cat sat waiting for company. Letting out a reluctant sigh, Reflectedrain hobbled closer and closer, trying to get enough courage to face the girl, hoping she wouldn't make fun of him because of his silly ailment.
Sucking in a breath precariously as he approached, the tom let it out and called into her den. "Arcticlight, are you there?
[/u]" The tom asked before ducking his head into the cozy den, peering at the pretty femme with his green dappled cerulean gaze. " I can't believe such a pretty thing like you doesn't go mad from being stuck in here all day![/u]" Reflectedrain cried, his whiskers twitching and his heart light. Arcticlight was a pretty girl, off limits because of the Warrior Code, and the young tabby tom couldn't help but tease her a bit with some kind but true words. " So, what're you up to today,? I know you've just been waiting for trouble like me to come around![/u]" He murmured with a laugh, stepping to the unoccupied side of her den. The scents of various herbs tickled his nose, and the tom stifled a sneeze, covering his nose with his tail before turning serious. " You'e not going to believe me, buut I have a slight problem. My paw pads are all cracked and they've been killing me for awhile. I just didn't want you to tease me, but now I think they've gone and got infected.[/u]" The tom announced, plopping down onto his butt and raising his paws and showing her. The rough surfaces were pink with infection and sore to the touch, and Reflectedrain regretted not giving in sooner. Wincing at her, he watched the sleek white female as she moved about, hoping that she would have just the thing to fix him up with.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by Dawn on Feb 26, 2012 18:09:03 GMT -5
And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
[/font][/color] ARCTICLIGHT[/color][/font] Yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.[/i] She hadn't been laying there for too long, relaxing, when a tom called into her pine den. Arcticlight was about to respond teasingly with a call of, "Aren't I always?" when Reflectedrain stuck his head in between the severed fallen tree. She was pleased to see the tom of twenty one moons, just two younger than herself. He didn't visit her den often, but she visualized him as being a talkative, friendly, if a bit cocky tom. And it seemed true enough, she decided. "I can't believe such a pretty thing like you doesn't go mad from being stuck in here all day!"[/color] The white she-cat grinned. Many cats had teased her for taking up the medicine cat's post, especially now that she was the sole medicine cat and still quite young. She didn't mind, though. Arcticlight had never regretted it. "Believe it. I'm sane as ever,"[/color] replied she, patiently, her whiskers twitching. "It's you that I'm not so sure about!"[/color] At his comment, she smirked. "I couldn't have put it better myself. An old medicine cat does get lonely, sometimes, without any patients."[/color] She listened as he described his ailment, stifling a laugh as he neared the end part. Thinking for a moment, Arcticlight left Reflectedrain hanging. The healer got to her feet, turning back to the pile of crispy oak leaves. It was too late to use the leaves in any way, as all they could do was stop infection from seizing a cat, and he was clearly past that point. She swept them together with her tail, up against the edge of the den wall, for later. In the weeks following, they would be of some use to ensure he didn't get infected again. With the oak leaves stored away from clumsy paws, Arcticlight turned back to the warrior and examined his uplifted pads. "Mouse brain,"[/color] she chided, sniffing them gently. She lifted her own white paw and rapped Reflectedrain lightly on the skull. "Yes, they're definitely infected."[/color] She turned away from him and went to a part of the pine wall where it had cracked in on itself and was partially hollowed. Poking her head in, the medicine cat searched by scent, not sight, in the shadowy cove. Something strong and flowery bit at her nose, and she carefully extracted a dried yellow flower, still attached to a long stem. Chewing it up promptly, she spread the Tormentil on Reflectedrain's damaged paw pads. "Keep your paws up for a while and let it soak in. Then I'll put cobweb over the top so it doesn't all get rubbed off. You're done hunting today, aren't you?"[/color] The medicine cat could smell the scent of prey and the forest clinging to his fur. "As we moved together in the dark."[/color] "And every bite I gave you left a mark."word count 455 | tagged to post Reflectedrain | notes light in the arctic not flight of the arctic >:) [/center][/blockquote] |
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