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Post by Riah on Aug 30, 2014 22:10:40 GMT
The hot, dry air burned his throat. Combined with the weight of the sun, like a fire across his white-spotted pelt, he felt ancient and slow. Struggling for each breath as he shuffled back into the shade of his reed-tangled den. His gaze was the bright green of a blade of grass, peeking in the direction of the poppy seeds. Where they were stored beneath the dock leaves he could not see them but he could imagine the tiny, black seeds.
Licking up a few would likely ease the ache of his tired joints. But the elder new the dull senses it would bring with it would only hinder his work, and as a medicine cat he couldn't afford to be slow or to make mistakes.
So with a resigned sigh he moved past them and to his nest, padding about suspiciously to make certain the new moss was dry. The last thing he needed to do was sleep on wet moss.Thinking back a week ago he recalled wet moss in his nest, and the ear full he gave those apprentices the next day. Although now he could smile over the memory, finding amusement in it. Hadn't he been careless once?
As the splotched tom lowered himself slowly into his nest a familiar voice spoke up behind him.
"You're moving awfully slow, Ivygorse, not getting old are you?"
The medicine cat turned his head, tabby ears flickering in welcome, "speak for yourself, Grass-star."
It was true, the clan leader was getting on in his moons too. Grey covered his black face and lately he seemed just as frail as Ivygorse. Though his proud leader would never admit it. Ivy however... "Perhaps I am," he added before the black tom could reply. "I'm certain not that young cat who became medicine cat so long ago..."
Grass-star was stunned into silence. He'd known the medicine cat since they were kits. Had played and grew with him. It was true their paths had separated when ones path veered to that of a medicine cat, while the other had gone off to play leader, but Grass-star had always felt close to Ivygorse. Was afraid to admit that they'd both come to that point.
"I want to join the elders. And don't worry, I already know who will take my place. She is as ready as she will ever be," Ivy broke the silence with those words and at last Grass-star blinked, dipping his head.
"If that is your wish. We will do it immediately."
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Post by Aveine on Aug 31, 2014 5:02:19 GMT
it is what it is Greenleaf is so kind to the Clans, Willowheart thought to herself as she padded around the RiverClan camp, her mind on the thriving cats surrounding her. Everything was peaceful - the cats were happy, healthy, and most were even young and smart. She could not have asked for a better, stronger Clan if she had tried. There's a certain sense of joy that comes around every time the season does without fail. Perhaps it was a sense of certainty. They would not starve, they would not freeze, they would not die. It meant they could swim and fish and survive. It meant they could sunbathe on Sunningrocks without fear because they were strong enough to chase off ThunderClan, and overall, it meant serenity because every cat knew these things.
Of course, it could also be that the Clans typically were calmer during the season. Come leaf fall or even leaf-bare, she knew that the Clans would be uptight again. They only had enough strength to hold their own during the cold season, and her skills became all the more important during this season. Despite her love to help others, it was not a good thing that she had to, and it never would be; during greenleaf, however, when she sunbathed by the river, fished, swam, or even helped out Ivygorse, she found peace and found that her pondering of the inevitable future was temporarily forgotten. All was right, and she had nearly no worries during these times.
Speaking of Ivygorse, I'd better see if he needs any help. With a destination and goal now set in mind, purpose was in her every step as she approached the medicine den. However, she thought it strange when she could scent Grass-star who was, perhaps, inside? Is he injured? With curiosity and worry now clouding her mind, she poked her head into the den. "Hello?" she mewed. "Ivygorse? Oh!" Wide eyes met the leader and the medicine cat, and with both seeming just fine, she felt an uplifting sense of relief come over her. "Hello, Grass-star." Dipping her head in respect, she glanced outside before looking back at the two cats. "Am I interrupting?" The last thing the she-cat wanted was to disrespect her leader or medicine cat. They both worked so hard, she knew, and if they wished to be left in peace, she would gladly respect their wishes - though, perhaps Ivygorse would rather her collect some herbs for him. There was never nothing to do, but there was always the ability to make time for recreation; it was a good balance, and Willowheart often found herself considering the possibility that it would stay that way for many moons to come.
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Post by Civet on Aug 31, 2014 9:57:25 GMT
Otterpaw, yawning, curled up in his bed. Apprentice duty was truly boring. There was hardly anything to do, there was hardly anything to see, and if changing the beds in the nursery wasn't enough to please the warriors, replacing the ones of the elders satisfied them well. Well, being him, he would do it so sufficiently that the elders might as well complain, but with the warriors throwing insults at him, there was no escape nor shortcut to this madness.
The apprentice sighed. He climbed out of his den in search for something actually useful, not just the sweltering heat of today burning through his skin and setting his fur ablaze (it wasn't, but he hoped it wouldn't happen). Herbs was one of his interests, though not as big as getting out of boredom. Maybe he wanted to be medicine cat, maybe he didn't, but he certainly did despise work. Walking around was exercise, not work, and therefore, they were two different things, as well as walking being a simple task for him, at least, but maybe not so much for disabled felines.
"Hello?" was the call of the apprentice, for it seemed that everyone was busy outside, and if not, laying in their dens for their own purposes, like sleeping or slacking off. After a few moments of standing and waiting, he decided that nobody bothered to look for him and proceeded to clambering into what will soon be someone else's den, not Ivygorse's.
"Um, is-is this a bad t-t-time?" A frown tugged at Otterpaw's mouth at the sight of the leader and medicine cat. He was terribly afraid of high positions, for they had power and could promote and demote at will, as well as being able to exile others. He hadn't had the time to socialise with anyone, however, and this was indeed the cause of his phobia.
He looked from RiverClan cat to RiverClan cat, and soon his gaze fell upon Ivygorse. "Uh, you-you al-alright there?" the apprentice stuttered, paw in midair as he readied himself to go. The medicine cat looked weary and, indeed he looked old, but he only half cared due to the fact that he had experienced what he might look and feel like when he grew older than just of age, if he was not yet of age, that is.
With a gulp, he turned to Willowheart. "Wh-what's happening here?" though he did ask, he hardly did care, and did not wish to do so.
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Post by Riah on Sept 1, 2014 0:54:12 GMT
(No, having her warrior name is fine. A symbol that she was finished with her training just not the MC yet.)
Silver faced and grinning the RiverClan leader shifted himself over, making room for both Willowheart and Otterpaw. The female was a familiar sight around the medicine cats den, and it was in that moment that Grass-star realized just who Ivygorse would chose to take his place. After all hadn't the young she-cat been training under him for some time now?
His gaze was suddenly assessing. Grassy eyes skimming over her light, tabby striped coat. It was tight along her lanky figure. But it was her eyes that said it all. A bright, blue gaze that shimmered with emotion. Like an open book to what she was feeling. The clan leader didn't know Willowheart on a personal level, but he had complete faith in his clanmates, and this one in particular spoke of a loyal heart and strong devotion. Furthermore, if Ivygorse felt she could take his place then it would be so.
"So you are the young cat Ivygorse was thinking of," his voice held the sound of his curiosity, and his eyes the weight of his interest as he continued to stare at the she-cat.
Hearing the stuttering voice of another Grass-star allowed his eyes to leave the female, flickering towards Otterpaw. But before he could raise his voice to invite the nervous apprentice inside, Ivygorse interrupted. "An excellent question, Otterpaw," the elder meowed. "We were currently discussing my retirement and how Willowheart here will taking my place as the clans medicine cat."
The splotched tabby finally took the time to size up the she-cat. Pride evident in his green eyes. "I'm old, Willowheart. I'm ready to rest my days away and hand over my duties. Are you ready to take them?"
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Post by Aveine on Sept 1, 2014 21:52:59 GMT
it is what it is She truly wasn't sure how she'd gone from asking a simple question to being asked one that would change the course of her entire life, but she was too stunned to think about it. Ivygorse, she thought, Retiring? He's retiring? The shock was difficult to keep off of her features as she processed the words spoken to her. "I..." Willowheart swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling dry as she struggled to find the words. "I would be honored to serve my Clan as medicine cat," she mewed finally, and instantly, she felt at peace with her decision. I've made the right decision. I won't let RiverClan down!
It was difficult to hear the words out of her former mentor's mouth, however. To hear him admit to himself and her that he was growing older, no longer able to properly care for the Clan the way he used to be able to, was painful and she found herself determined to fill in his shoes as best as she possibly could while still keeping an eye out for him. He'd served the Clan so well, and she could only hope that he would thrive for many moons to come.
With determination and loyalty fiercely burning within her, she turned to Grass-star. "When should I go to the moonstone?" Willowheart mewed, wondering if this change would be instant or if Ivygorse had just spoken about it with the leader and her, being sure that everything was prepared before it would happen in time. It was beginning to sound as though he'd be sleeping in the elders' den that night - and that she'd be serving her Clan as the official medicine cat at that point, as well. However, as she ran through her current knowledge of everything that her mentor had ever taught her, she realized that he was right and she was quite ready, despite her nerves. She imagined that every cat had nervous feelings before being promoted to a new position; even when becoming an apprentice, all of the excitement was paired with a bit of anxiety as well. This time, Willowheart was determined not to cloud her abilities with 'what ifs' and she held her head high, acknowledging the pride in Ivygorse's gaze with happiness in her own.
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Post by Riah on Sept 3, 2014 16:40:04 GMT
Pleased with her acceptance Ivygorse lifted his head, staring now at their leader. "I suppose tonight is as good a night as any, I will go with you. My last trip to share tongues with my StarClan."
Grass-star nodded his approval. "Then let us announce your retirement to the clan now, as well as Willowhearts promotion." The black tom was about to turn to Otterpaw when he felt the hair at the back of his neck prickle. Raising a nonexistent brow he turned his broad head to blink curiously at the newcomer.
Long-legged and lean the warrior stared back at the crowd within the medicine cats den. Her face an emotionless mask but her frosty eyes clearly glittered with annoyance. "Burrs in my paw." Her words were clipped, angry. But everyone in the clan had to be aware of Frosteyes horrible temper and sharp words. Known for speaking her mind and little else.
The chocolate tabby didn't mention that she'd heard part of their conversation, as she honestly didn't care who was healing her wounds. So long as somecat was. But at least she was respectful to her superiors. Taking the time to blink back at their leader she dipped her head respectfully, "will the two of you need an escort, Ivygorse?"
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Post by Aveine on Sept 5, 2014 23:20:14 GMT
it is what it is Willowheart's eyes widened slightly as she gazed at her mentor, a flicker of sadness in her eyes. She couldn't wrap her head around this being Ivygorse's final trip to the moonstone; something about it was so sudden, so shocking, as though she'd expected that he'd life forever though she knew better. Perhaps she'd been oblivious to his growing age for too long - could she have helped more? Thinking back, the she-cat could definitely think of a few times that she could've, no, should've, assisted her mentor further than she had. I can do better now, she thought to herself. I'll have to do better now.
Following the words of her leader, she dipped her head in respect and acknowledgement before turning to Frosteyes. "I can take a look at that paw," she offered, knowing that her question was directed towards Ivygorse and not her. She wasn't the official medicine cat yet - she wouldn't be until at least moonhigh, and in all honesty, Willowheart didn't mind waiting. In fact, more preparation time was always best, though she knew that the newest addition to the elders was counting on her for his new moons of rest.
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Post by Riah on Sept 7, 2014 17:12:14 GMT
When it was the apprentice that answered rather than her mentor, Frost shrugged her lean shoulders. The she-cat knew healing just as much as the tom, so it didn't really matter who put her pain at ease. So long as it was done.
Sinking back onto her haunches the warrior held her paw to the new medicine cat, upturned. The calloused, pink and black splotched pad was red and swollen. Four thick burs were dug deep, red with Frosteyes' blood. It was a painful looking wound but if it did indeed hurt the she-cat didn't let on to her pain. Instead she turned her series gaze onto Willowheart. Watching.
"We would be honored to have you along, Frosteyes," Ivygorse answered finally, his eyes flickering between the two she-cats wearily. The elder was well aware of the warriors short fuse and prickly personality. And the last thing he wanted was for an argument, although he knew his apprentice was well behaved. She could likely handle Frosteyes on her own, something that had taken him a long time to achieve.
Not going to be left out, Grass-star piped up, "I will go ahead and inform Hawkflame of your decision. As soon as Frosteyes's paw has been looked after I will call the clan together to make the announcement." He dipped his broad head in farewell and slipped out of the den.
Ivygorse and Frosteyes both returned their leaders nod, but before the she-cat could say anything more the elder spoke up. "Now, Willowheart. I know you can easily take care of this. But talk me through the steps anyway."
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Post by Aveine on Sept 8, 2014 2:24:38 GMT
it is what it is (It's a bit late and I'm kind of new to roleplaying a medicine cat, so forgive me if I screwed up on the herbs)
Nodding at Ivygorse's decision to have Frosteyes keep them company on their journey, Willowheart turned towards the mentioned warrior and took a look at her paw while listening to her leader speak. She wanted to be absolutely sure that it wasn't infected at all, as it seemed that the she-cat had done quite a bit of walking after the burrs had lodged themselves in her paw; the blood was a telltale sign of it.
Thinking to herself, she ran through the herbs that they had. It didn't seem infected, but seeing as the burrs were on her paw, it could become infected if it wasn't cleaned properly. Dried oak leaves would be good, she thought, but it's not leaf-fall yet. Burdock root is for curing infections... ah, I know what I can use! Though she hardly noticed Grass-star's disappearance in the midst of her thoughts, her ears pricked at Ivygorse's voice out of habit and she complied with his request. The bleeding was easy, but the prevention of infection was the tougher part. Most herbs were for curing it rather than preventing it, and though some could be used for both, it was best to keep them for when they were needed for that specific reason - oak leaves wouldn't work to cure an infection like they'd work to prevent one, after all.
"It needs to be cleaned with marigold to prevent infection, along with some cobweb to stop the bleeding and preserve the cleanliness." Something felt more final about the way she said it than it had before; perhaps it was her nerves, wondering if she wasn't prepared to take on this position yet despite the fact that she knew that she was more than ready. If Ivygorse believed it, then she knew she had to, as well. He wouldn't lie to her, to his leader, or himself, and he definitely would not leave the Clan in her paws if he knew that she was not ready for this. Relax, Willowheart, she thought to herself as she looked up to meet her mentor's eyes. You've done this a thousand times before. No matter how much she knew that in her heart, her nerves wouldn't relax.
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Post by Riah on Sept 11, 2014 10:30:12 GMT
FROSTEYES HOT-TEMPERED ○ STRICT ○ PRIDEFUL ○ LOYAL ( There's a medicine guide here if you need one, but I think you did great. )He wasn't going to give her the acceptance she was looking for, not any longer. Ivygorse knew it was time that she accepted her own decisions in this den, as it was now rightfully hers. "If that's what you believe is best then do it," he meowed, "don't look to me for answers."Frosteyes had remained silent up until now, watching the other she-cat stare down at her paw. Around the den and at her mentor. As if she were looking for answers somewhere, a magic cure for her throbbing paw. The warrior was, as usual, to caught up in herself to realize that Willowheart wasn't unsure or lost. The look of serious concentrate on her face was clear enough for others to see. Feeling a bit impatient at the wait the warrior grumbled, loud enough for them to hear, "my paw isn't going to heal itself. Although if you wait any longer it might." [presto] RIVERCLAN WARRIOR FEMALE OF 21 MOONS [/presto] template by Margie @ Adoxography 2.0
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Post by Aveine on Sept 11, 2014 22:39:03 GMT
it is what it is Willowheart's whiskers twitched in amusement at Ivygorse's disregard towards her seeking his approval, and she nodded to herself. Of course she shouldn't have - she needed to be confident in herself and her abilities as the Clan's medicine cat if she wished to serve them to the best of her ability.
And then Frosteyes spoke up.
Doing her best to disregard Frosteyes, Willowheart bit her tongue to keep herself quiet and got to work. "This will probably sting," she muttered. Carefully, she removed a burr from the paw, followed by another. She wasn't exactly sure how many there had been - she wasn't focused on that - and the need came for the marigold. Padding deeper into the medicine den, she let her paws guide her to where she already knew it was and began to prepare it, mashing it up until she was able to apply it to the paw that had undoubtedly begun to bleed again.
With her mind completely focused in on the task at hand, she let it soak in as she gathered a bit of cobweb from one of the corners of the den and wrapped the paw pad in just enough to handle the bleeding. "All done. Keep it clean, Frosteyes, and come to me if the pain gets bad." Pride was shining in her eyes, and though it remained unspoken, Willowheart felt pleased with her work... and as though she'd definitely made the right decision. She was ready to serve RiverClan, just as she'd told Grass-star, even if it took something like patching up Frosteyes's paw to realize it.
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Post by Aveine on Sept 25, 2014 2:49:10 GMT
(Hey Riah, just giving you a little nudge. Take your time.)
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