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Post by whitefur on Feb 26, 2010 19:29:54 GMT -5
Yawning, a gray and white tom stretched, his yellow eyes shining in the dim lift of the medicine cat's den. Looking down, Whitewhisker sighed, flicking his tail impatiently, wondering when he'd be well enough to talk to Hawkstar about what happened. His eyes dulled for a moment, but he blinked, knowing he was still upset about what happened. Brittlebreeze has been great, he thought, smiling. Sighing, he stretched carefully, being careful of his wound, before laying back down in his makeshift nest. Looking around, he swallowed, waiting for the medicine cat to check his wound,hopefully soon.
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Feb 28, 2010 19:20:09 GMT -5
(I'm guessing this is... after the fight, yes?)
Poor Glenpaw, poor Ravenpelt, poor ShadowClan. The mottled tom stared blankly at the ointment he was making, his icy blue eyes dull as he worked. He didn't feel like a Warrior at all anymore. He didn't feel like a Medicine cat either, he only felt... broken. Everything he thought he believed in was nothing but vain fantasy. The fact that he wasn't a Warrior anymore made him open his eyes for the first time, and realize that war was terrible. They could have died and he was their Medicine cat, he wasn't just their Clanmate or a fellow Warrior anymore. I have to let go of that. But how? It was everything he knew, he grew up knowing that and following the code, and working for it and loving it and respecting every single Warrior duty - A Warrior wasn't just a cat who fought and hunted for their Clan, a true Warrior was a cat who's generous and knows self-sacrifice, and knows that the foundation of being a Warrior is that the Clan comes first. Now that he wasn't a Warrior, did that no longer apply to him? Or was he still included? This sudden turn left him questioning everything he used to think, even his oath to Hawkstar. Would I die for my Clan? Would I be willing to? For everything -we've- done?
His paws paused working, and he seemed to become lifeless, as still as a frozen branch. Yes, I would. And then he commenced. Rubbing together the salve between his clean paws, before he wiped it off on an unsoiled leaf. It was ready, but Brittlebreeze wasn't ready to go out into the open yet. So many injured cats... he felt tired and exhausted, having received almost zero rest since the border fight. He'd hardly eaten, and his coat was a rugged mess. Even his moonstones were dreary, as if everything he saw was nothing but reflections. He folded the leaf gingerly and stuck it between his teeth, and backed out of the small crevice and on towards Whitewhisker. The Warrior was still healing, but he was doing better. It would be a week or two still before he was able to tend to his regular duties once again. He didn't even glance at the tom as he set the ointment down, and began to dab it onto the toms injury.
He was too caught up in his thoughts. He was angry that it happened, but his fury was only directed to himself, not ThunderClan, or ShadowClan directly, he could have stopped Ravenpelt, if he hadn't been caught up in the past. "Are you thirsty at all?" He asked, his rays flickering up to meet Whitewhiskers. He knew the tom was eager to tell Hawkstar, but their Leader had enough on his mind... Brittlebreeze didn't know what he'd think about the apprentice Whitewhisker'd killed, and since it was ThunderClan, that would only cause more problems...
I'll do it.
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Post by whitefur on Apr 15, 2010 13:47:21 GMT -5
(Starting to hate school. Keeping me away from here)
Yellow eyes blinked, thinking for a minute. "I'm fine," replied Whitewhisker, his tone soft. "What's been going on with the clan lately?" he asked, tilting his head curiously. "Don't have to answer if you want," he muttred, moving so he was on his side. Streaching his forepaws out in front of him, he started to clean them, even though he really wasn't dirty. Glancing outside of the Medicane cat's den, he sighed, thinking about his warriors duties and how he wanted to get back to doing them. I have to heal, he thought, fourcing his thoughts to th eback of his mind.
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Post by hakumemorial on May 16, 2010 18:42:27 GMT -5
ever since the trip up to mothermouth, lavapaw wouldn't deny, she'd been having trouble sleeping. today was no different, she didn't feel good, even in the warmth of the apprentice's den, she felt cold. she wasn't sure whether or not it was from the strange dream she'd had at that mysterious cave, or from the look of pure terror that had shown itself in the medicine cat's eyes. maybe she was just getting sick, running her paws over her ears simultaneously, the tabby she-cat sighed into her nest. there wasn't much more she could do feeling like this, eventually she would drop and that'd be the end of things.
blinking into the semi-darkness, she shook her head, getting to her paws and shaking off the moss from her soft fur. maybe she should go get some advice from brittlebreeze, he might at least be able to drug her up enough to be able to sleep. she knew he'd been having a rough go of things since they'd gotten back too, she'd seen him around the camp a few times lately and he looked like something had coughed him up. shaking her head, the she-cat dragged herself away from her nest and out of the den, glancing around the camp where cats were all kind of just hanging around, some eating, others sharing tongues, everyone totally relaxed, except for some at least.
trotting over to the fresh-kill pile, lavapaw picked up a mouse and figured she'd take it to the tom, just in case he hadn't been able to go get something himself, otherwise, she'd just feel stupid. heading over to the den that the orange tom occupied, she glanced around before slipping into the den. blinking her eyes to make them adjust to the darkness. immediately, she saw that there was another cat other than the medicine cat in there, dipping her head in acknowledgment of the warrior, she glanced over at brittlebreeze. i-er-i brought you a mouse, figured you might be hungry.
[/b] granted it was an apprentice's job to bring fresh kill to the elders, queens, and occasionally the medicine cat, she still felt awkward in doing so. i wanted to talk to you, but if you're busy, i could come back later. . . [/b] flicking her tail at the warrior who was laying on one of the nests, she glanced over her shoulder at the entrance, contemplating how idiotic she would look if she just left now, forgetting all about her stupid little problems and just going back in to the camp. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on May 17, 2010 19:06:28 GMT -5
He sympathized with Whitewhisker, for both his injuries and his situation. He hadn’t meant to kill Heronpaw; he was only defending ShadowClan territory, and that was a bold act he had taken. Even against just an apprentice, she must have proved a worthy opponent for the white warrior to have slain her. Brittlebreeze wasn’t one to comfort him, not entirely at least. He tried to keep warm, and smile, but how could he reassure the warrior when he needed encouragement himself? Bitter at the thought, his icy blue eyes narrowed darkly. A melancholic shadow casted over him, burning his kind blue aura into disheartening ambiance; its resentfully sour sense filled the den. Any who entered would probably be able to feel it instantly, it was unmistakable, but one might confuse it with the taint of sickness. In a way he was sick, ill on the insides, constantly feeling some sort of antipathy, or great sorrow; as if mourning for someone lost forever.
He felt like he had.
And now, the mottled tom would once again be the bearer of bad news; he’d have to tell Hawkstar about everything once Whitewhisker healed wholly, and who knows what his reply to this situation would be? He could be angry, or confused, or concerned and either way, Brittlebreeze would without a doubt back up Whitewhisker entirely. He had, after all, witnessed the traumatized state he’d been in when he arrived to his new den. The poor warrior had been horrified by what he’d done, and not only that, he’d been gravely injured. Sure enough, the Clan already knew about his wounds, but had no connection with the reason behind them…
I'm fine. What's been going on with the Clan lately? Whitewhisker murmured quietly, his words falling tranquil in the acerbic warren. What was he supposed to say? Explain the Clans uproar (if that wasn’t palpable enough) and the great impending doom StarClan told him of? That nobody knew, and if he didn’t get the answer, him or Hawkstar, that it wouldn’t matter if Heronpaw had lived or died to begin with? That specific news wouldn’t cheer him up, and Brittlebreeze didn’t expect it to put anyone into good spirits. It was almost saying… Find the answer, or they all die. That was exactly it. He ignored the warrior’s bleak addition, and rubbed his forehead with a forepaw. The constantly worry was putting a serious strain on his young shoulders, he felt like as a Medicine cat, so far they’d only had nothing but bad luck. Hawkstorms reign had been peaceful; to say the least… but all he was doing was bringing misfortune. Was he the omen himself?
"Nothing out of the ordinary. Prey is coming out of hiding, and patrols are coming back in one piece..." It was all a lie, but he'd say anything to console the poor tom, even halftruth. He figured Whitewhisker already knew about the border fight, and assumed Brittlebreeze had excluded that from the shortly said update. He couldn't help his thoughts; they kept swarming back to the prophecy. Even when he slept, all he could see was some masked turncoat, slicing his throat in the dead of night... proceeding onwards to Glenpaw, and all those he cared deeply for. The same dream, often. He might as well give up on trying to get a good siesta. Sighing, he turned away from the other tom, and sauntered gloomily towards his private cleft.
The apprentice’s pawsteps went unheard, and it was until she’d spoken that her presence was acknowledged. i-er-i brought you a mouse, figured you might be hungry. Dumbfounded, he turned towards her, almost in a deferred manner. She... brought him a mouse? Something to eat? There was a stirring inside of his chest; a heartwarming sensation. He was grateful for her kindness, even if apprentices did this for Medicine cats from time to time. He didn't feel special, but he was appreciative on her behalf. "Oh," he mumbled, dazily. His voice was hoarse, from lack of use. He spoke regularly when spoken to first, but he was too caught up on his contemplation, voicing words felt... out of place. Lavapaw. Her name came to mind instantly, she'd gone with him to the moonstone, and she was in the main cave when he dreamt... Strangely enough, her presence was welcomed; promising. For whatever reason, he had no idea. He forced a shortlived smile, and leaned down to take the mouse. He didn't have much of an appetite, but he knew already he had to eat something. "Thank you." he whispered softly. i wanted to talk to you, but if you're busy, i could come back later. . . Her tail flicked to Whitewhisker.
"No, it's fine. We can talk in the back, if you seek privacy." Little emotion was displayed on his face, it was almost like all the spirit... had died away. Leaving behind it an empty shell, a case of what he used to be. Would this last forever? Or were things fated to look skywards? He took the mouse with him, as he continued towards the smaller room in the back, where a shallow pool lay, along with a makeshift shelf for herbs. He waited for her to follow him... He wouldn't lie to himself. He was curious about what she wanted.
feel it in my bones, tiesto [end song]
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Post by hakumemorial on May 21, 2010 20:30:17 GMT -5
she already wanted to run the moment she opened her mouth, she could tell that the tom didn't care, that he was busy, that. . . but she didn't, she just let her eyes drop to the floor. Oh,
[/i] setting the mouse down on the floor of the den, she took a step back, debating just leaving. . . Thank you.[/i][/color] blinking, she looked up, watching as he took the mouse. this made her feel a little less awkward. giving him a soft smile, she dipped her head, digging her claws into the sandy bottom of the den. No, it's fine. We can talk in the back, if you seek privacy.[/i][/color] glancing at whitewhisker, she nodded at brittlebreeze and followed him through his intricate den and into this back room that he'd spoken about. she blinked and looked around, it was actually rather organised. all the times that she'd been in the medicine cat's den, she had always been there as a patient, she'd rarely ever went looking for it. letting her eyes drift across the room, she studdied the many different herbs and leaves, nuts and roots. . . even the little pool in the middle made it all the calmer and medicine-cat-y. okay. . . while we were at mothermouth, i had a weird dream about my sister. . . it felt like she was there with me, but ever since we got back, i haven't been able to sleep, any time i do, i have nightmares. is there anything you can give me that will make me sleep?[/b] shifting uncomfortably on her paws, she knew she sounded stupid, she was almost a warrior and she couldn't even take on a few nightmares. what kind of warrior would she be, if she ever became a warrior that is. after seeing the tom's state, she'd decided she wasn't going to ask him what had happened at the cave, because it clearly wasn't anything good. finally, she just had to sit down, her paws were moving too much for her to seem anything near relaxed, not even bothering to move her tail, she just looked at the tan medicine cat, searching for any kind of answer. . . [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on May 22, 2010 23:54:26 GMT -5
Upon entering the small cleft, Lavapaw started to speak. Clearly, she didn’t want to waste any time… okay. . . while we were at mothermouth, i had a weird dream about my sister. . . it felt like she was there with me, but ever since we got back, i haven't been able to sleep, any time i do, i have nightmares. is there anything you can give me that will make me sleep? The whole of it came out in one massive glob; she was having nightmares? The Medicine cat considered it being a common coincidence, that she would be having nightmares after returning from the Moonstone… his blood chilled, sending shivers down his spine; neck fur prickling uncomfortably. But was it really just by chance, or was it another grueling twist of fate? He already knew what his thoughts would instantly float back to. The Omen. StarClan’s warning… a cat like him would have expected optimism in his place, or some form of pride in being what and who he was, but he felt neither. Firefur’s words echoed in his mind freshly, but his father’s… they overpowered hers entirely. Brittlebreeze’s icy blue eyes, cloudy enough, seemed to darken with emotion. Concern, worry…
At times like this, he half hoped he never had become ShadowClan’s Medicine cat in the first place. He’d been fine as a warrior, maybe he felt out of place or not as suited as the rest of them, but he had his skills and he was fully aware of his duties. Knowing StarClan personally now, speaking to them, dreaming with them… the weight of his position, and duty rested heavily on his shoulders. Being a Medicine cat wasn’t as simple as he thought at first, or enjoyable; at this moment in time, his first impression of the responsibility was a burden. He was up for healing, and interpreting, but having to carry a mass load of devastation? He felt like everywhere he went, he was leaving a trail of bread crumbs. They would soon blossom, becoming a flowered trail that would release its seeds of malevolence. Though, if he hadn’t become their Medicine cat, who else would have had the strength to buckle down and go through with everything that was happening? Was he or wasn’t he? I don’t even feel like I’m doing my job, I feel like I’m failing everyone instead. A familiar, and almost comforting ache throbbed in his chest, the same area where his heart should be.
He didn’t want to give Lavapaw the impression that he didn’t know how to help her; he was just surprised that her attending the Moonstone with him had given her a negative effect. After the Omen, and Glenpaw, and the border fight, someone else might have expected more hostile events. It was only probable, after all. Absently, he turned for his herb store and plucked two black seeds from a small pile. All she would have to do is eat them, he’d think of a more permanent way of curing her of her nightmares in time… He was curious though, what were her nightmares of and what about her sister? He took one of her little paws and placed the Poppyseeds in her palm. "Eat those, they'll make you sleep." Disconsolately, he murmured. He didn't know what to think about anymore. His heart was tired of the sting and his head was sick of the chaos.
Chaos. What a word to describe everything. The perfect word, in fact.
Orbs flickering; hard stone ocean, he glanced at her pretty face. "What kind of nightmares?"
Maybe it would tell him something, anything. Turning to the pool, he felt anxiety stirring within him. He wished StarClan had chosen a stronger cat. Someone wiser, with more experience... he was young, and afraid and he had a long way to go if he was to fill the pawsteps of other Medicine cats. In the long run, he didn't compare in the slightest.
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Post by whitefur on May 26, 2010 15:06:42 GMT -5
The white tom's ears twitched at the sound of pawsteps comming into the den. "Hello Lavapaw," he murmured, smiling softly. Flicking his tail, he turned back to the medicine cat, "Your doing fine Brittlebreeze," he meowed, smiling softly, nodding at the medicine cats answer. "That's good, at least the clan will be able to get well again," he muttred, glancing out, yawning softly. Whitewhisker sighed and glanced around, waiting silently for the two cats to return.
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I need to think forward not back, Whitewhisker thought, sighing softly. I was protecting the territory and didn't mean to do anything, he thought, glancing towards the cleft where Lavapaw and Brittlebreeze had dissapered into. Settling down, he blinked his eyes and smiled softly.
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Post by hakumemorial on Jul 10, 2010 23:22:21 GMT -5
watching as the medicine cat went to his store, lavapaw shifted on her paws, could it be something more than just nightmares? what if it was something more? but that was impossible, right? she wasn't a medicine cat, she couldn't get omens, visions, from starclan. . . it just wasn't possible. right? Eat those, they'll make you sleep.
[/i][/color] nodding thankfully at the cream tom, she placed them on the top of her other paw and wiggled her toes so that they were safe and secure. thinking about the eyes that had been all around her, she thought about her sister and her strange conversation. the whole trip to mothermouth could be summed up by that one word; strange. What kind of nightmares?[/b][/i] blinking her crimson-speckled eyes up at the tom, she hesitated for a moment. would he think she was crazy? was she crazy? or was she just freaked out by the whole trip. . . or maybe it had been a bad mouse. . . glancing down uneasily at her paws, the apprentice sighed. they're always different, last night it was eyes; some familiar, others i'd never seen before. they were everywhere, just looking out of the darkness.[/b] her voice showed only a little of the true fear that these night terrors were instilling in her. they don't blink, and as i run through this completely dark forest, they follow me, until at the end, i fall into a cyclone of just watching eyes. some are terrified, some are angry, others are just dead.[/b] she was no longer seeing the handsome tom before her, she was back in the forest of eyes. running for her life, she could feel their gazes on her, and then she saw her sister's eyes, the pure crystaline blue that they were, looking out at her with a look so pained that it almost brought tears to her own eyes. dragging herself back into reality, she blinked, making sure she hadn't started crying like a little kit. other times i'm completely alone in the camp, surrounded by everyone's bodies, all of which covered in maggots, flies. . . the carrion birds descending. . . [/b] none of the dreams made any sense to her, not in the least. flicking her tail around in a figure eight of sorts, behind her, lavapaw dropped her head. between exhaustion, both mental and physical, and just the paranoia that somehow these dreams were real, lavapaw was drained. she wished there was some way to just make it go away somehow. at this point, she didn't care if it was drugs or therapy. she just wanted to be able to sleep at night without the fear that the dreams would get worse. without the fear that the dreams would come true. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify][/size] |
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Sept 5, 2010 14:11:51 GMT -5
He could obviously sense her tension and hesitation; the Medicine cat had always regarded Lavapaw as a cat who would face her fears, rather than cower away from them. Surely, something was bothering here. Ears flicking forwards, his blue eyes strayed over her, reading her expression as she began to speak. they're always different, last night it was eyes; some familiar, others i'd never seen before. they were everywhere, just looking out of the darkness. He didn't want to tell her how unusual it was; warriors weren't supposed to get signs or omens from StarClan. What were their ancestors doing up there? He was tempted to turn his muzzle skyward, but it would be in vain, the ceiling of the cleft would veil the world from his rays.
Masking his concern, he glanced towards the small freshwater pool instead. Perhaps her dreams were interpretations of being watched by an unknown presence? She wouldn't know about the... a shiver passed through him, from his neck to the very tip of his tail. He didn't want to finish that thought, but his mind had processed it already. The Coterie. He hoped the poppy seeds helped her sleep, maybe even keep these nightmares away. He didn't want her knowing anything about the prophecy. If he had to, he'd pay StarClan a visit himself! The quiver in Lavapaws voice, despite his personal misgivings, prodded his heartstrings. He truly sympathized. they don't blink, and as i run through this completely dark forest, they follow me, until at the end, i fall into a cyclone of just watching eyes. some are terrified, some are angry, others are just dead.
The mottled tom flicked the apprentice over the cheek with his tail, while a soothing purr rumbled lowly from the depths of his throat. He didn't want her to get too caught up in her nightmares, sometimes that's all they were. Just pigments of ones imagination. Maybe something at the Moonstone had spooked her... ? He suddenly regretted bringing her with him, but she hadn't been able to do much, without a proper mentor to train her, guiding her along the path of a warrior.
Whiskers twitching, he listened as the pale tabby spoke again. other times i'm completely alone in the camp, surrounded by everyone's bodies, all of which covered in maggots, flies. . . the carrion birds descending. . .
She would not need to know anything more.
"It could be something you ate," He mewed, concealing he doubt in his tone, "Although, they don't sound like anything StarClan would send. It's probably just nothing." Refusing to stay in the miniature cleft, he sauntered away, out into the open clearing where Whitewhisker lay still. "Don't forget to eat those seeds before you try to sleep, Lavapaw." He called to her. His mind couldn't process the images she'd spoken of. Whatever it was, it was bothering her.
Too many things were clobbering him, all coming from multiple angles. Whitewhiskers case, the prophecy, Lavapaw, Glenpaw... He shifted uncomfortably. To get things taken care of, Brittlebreeze decided abruptly, he would go to ThunderClan later on in the day, and tell them of the apprentice that had trespassed onto ShadowClan land. Whatever happened from there, well.
StarClan knew.
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Post by whitefur on Nov 3, 2010 20:01:11 GMT -5
The gray and white tom sighed ad watched the medicine cat come back out, his stomach growling. "Brittlebreeze, may I go get some fresh-kill?" Whitewhisker asked, flicking his tail. Sighing, the bi-color tom tilted his head and shifted in his nest a little.
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The tom sighed as he waited for Brittlebreeze to answer, clearly starting to get impatient. When will I be fully healed? he wondered, his yellows eyes blinking in thought. Shrugging, Whitewhisker knew he had a while to heal still, even though he wanted to be out with his clan and his family. "Brittlebreeze has Howlingheart given birth?" he asked.
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Feb 13, 2011 4:23:49 GMT -5
Lost in his thoughts, per usual, the Medicine cat hadn't heard the soft mew of Whitewhisker; icy eyes flickering around the main clearing of his den, he heard the warrior speak this time, and felt guilty for having been so distracted before with Lavapaw. Brittlebreeze, may I go get some fresh-kill? StarClan knew it was hard on him, having been in here for a good moon or so, healing from his belly injury. Surprising enough, Whitewhisker had been Brittlebreeze's first patient, and he was indeed proud to know that his herb-work had not been in vain.. "Yes, you may." He replied, his tone more tender than usual.
Regardless of their Clan woe's, it felt like it might be a somewhat upbeat day, if you could disregard the imminent doom, restlessness and starvation. Padding close, Brittlebreeze pawed around Whitewhisker's stomach, making sure that the poultice he had last dabbed into the forming pink scar was not encrusted into his fur; when he was satisfied, he nodded warmly. "Last night, and you are a father of three, beautiful kits. Two she-cats and a tom. You can go see them, if you like, while you get your fresh-kill. See if Howlingheart has had any yet, and if not, she can have my piece." He offered, nudging a skinny mouse towards the Warrior, before dipping his head towards the entrance, and invitation to do as he wished for the afternoon. It would be a few days more before Whitewhisker would be able to return to his regular duties.
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Post by whitefur on Feb 24, 2011 14:19:08 GMT -5
The gray and white tom blinked warmly at Brittlebreeze. "Thanks," Whitewhisker meowed, getting to his paws, stiffly. Streaching the white and gray warrior listend to Brittlebreeze and nodded. "Of course," he mewoed, picking up the mouse and started to head out towards the nursery. "Brittlebreeze, your a great medicine cat," he meowed, his voice gentle and kind to the other tom, purring softly. Turning away slowly the gray and whitewarrior walked out slowly, his tail flicking in a see you later. "I'll see you around Brittlebreeze," Whitewhisker mewoed, before bounding out and heading towards the nursery once again, to see his mate and kits.
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