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Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 26, 2019 16:52:38 GMT -5
The sun was shining brightly as Graythorn set out to gather what he could of any remaining herbs. He was thankful to StarClan that his medicine den was empty at the moment. This Leafbare wasn't as hard as some of the ones he heard the older cats talking about. He sincerely hoped it would remain that way. A chilly Newleaf breeze ruffled his gray tabby fur as he rounded the north side of the central mountain. It was cold but held the promise of warmer weather soon to come. He was indeed grateful for whatever warmth the bright sun gave him.
Edited Feb 16, 2019 14:58:50 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Close behind the Medicine Cat, Mudpaw cheerfully bounded through the forest. The brown she-cat was playfully zig-zagging through the trees and more-or-less dawdling around. She was obviously excited to have Greythorn bring her along on this trip, as this would be her first visit to the wildflower fields. But even more than that, she was simply pleased that her adoptive father was willing to have her tag along and help him in his work. Though, as per the usual, the happy-go-lucky apprentice was too preoccupied in the new slights and sounds of this area of Summerclan's territory to realize that she was slowing them both down.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 20, 2019 14:13:40 GMT -5
The normally grumpy medicine cat's spirits were always lifted when Mudpaw was around, although her dallying was getting a bit on his nerves. "Come on," he called out to her. "We want to get there and back all in the same day." He wanted to see if any new sprouts were coming up along with looking for any herbs that might have survived the snows. Hardier plants that grew beneath bushes which were more protected from the elements he hoped to find along with any roots he might be able to dig up. As he topped the final rise before the wildflower meadow, a strong gust of wind nearly blew him over. He dug his claws into the hard ground and held fast hoping he wouldn't be blown away.
At the sound of the Medicine Cat's reprimand, Mudpaw's head immediately turned towards his voice, the former objects of her preoccupation completely forgotten. "Coming, Graythorn!" She called back, darting across the woods and up the hill after him. The apprentice had just reached his side when the sudden gust of wind blew, and Mudpaw quickly pressed herself up against the tom's gray tabby pelt to keep him from being thrown off his feet. "W-woah!" She let out a hearty burst of giggles as the breeze finally died down. "And you tell me to be careful, Graythorn!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 9, 2019 18:52:11 GMT -5
He gave her a playful nudge on her shoulder. "Sometimes I seem to think that you're windier than the wind." He trotted down the gentle slope toward the meadow. There were no flowers yet blooming but he did notice some new greenness on many of the plants. Piles of dead leaves were laying around where the wind had left them, usually up against larger bushes. To one of these piles Graythorn headed hoping to find some plants underneath. "Go over there and remove the leaves from under that bush and tell me if you find anything growing there," he instructed Mudpaw as he began digging in his own pile of leaves.
The apprentice let out a playful snort in reply before strolling down the hill after him, taking in the sight of the half-barren meadow with a curious gaze. Turning to Graythorn as he gave his instructions, Mudpaw nodded curtly, knowing that this was an important mission. She then swirved around and began heading toward the bush he had indicated. She wasn't exactly sure what kind of bush it was; the leaves were small and kind of soft when she pressed her paw against it. Croutching down, she brushed the dead, dry leaves aside with her forepaw and squeezed her head as far under the branches as she could. "H-hey! Graythorn!" She called out excitedly. "There are tiny sprouts under this one!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 18, 2019 18:56:28 GMT -5
Graythorn left off what he was doing and came over to inspect Mudpaw's find. "Excellent!" he purred. "Those are little thyme sprouts," he said. "I found some marigold coming up over there." He indicated the spot with his tail. "Now cover them back up so the frost won't kill them." He was very pleased to find that the herbs were beginning to wake up from their long Leafbare sleep.
Edited Mar 18, 2019 18:57:32 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
"Thyme..." Mudpaw echoed absentmindedly, carefully prodding at one of the sprout's leaves with a delicate claw. She pushed the dead leaves around the base of the bush into a little fort around the green shoots to protect them, before squeezing back out from under the bush, shaking a couple of the bush's tiny leaves off of her head. "Thyme and Marigold...those are important, right?" She asked Graythorn as she walked back towards him. "What do you use them for?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 21, 2019 18:25:57 GMT -5
Graythorn looked at Mudpaw questioningly, raising one set of eye whiskers. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?" he asked. "During all the time you've spent in the medicine den you never once seemed interested in the herbs I keep there. Why the sudden interest?" He reached back into his memory but couldn't recall a time when she showed any inclination toward the job he did. Or maybe she was just trying to start a conversation with him.
Mudpaw snorted indignantly as she plopped down on the hard dirt in front of the Medicine Cat. "What? I'm not allowed to be curious about what you're making me dig out from under all these shrubs?" She countered, lifting her paw to brush off a leaf still stuck behind her ear. "Don't get me wrong, I still want to be a warrior. But your job is important too, Graythorn. Plus, I want to know ahead of time what these herbs are before you inevitably make me eat them someday."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 26, 2019 16:26:47 GMT -5
"Okay, okay, I was just checking," Graythorn replied, somewhat amused. A part of him was disappointed however, but he vowed he would never crush any cat's dreams the way his were smashed to pieces. All he ever wanted was to be a warrior, a great one at that. He heard stories about his ancestors who had walked great paths. He came from a line of cats where he was a direct descendant of not one, not two, but three clan leaders. And in his dreams he thought he might become the fourth clan leader in his linage. But none of that will ever happen. The day that Dreamcatcher came to the nursery and moved him into her den and made him play with leaves changed all that. His mood was darkening as his thoughts traveled back. NO! He wouldn't do that to anycat, especially his Mudpaw. "Always follow your dreams," he said. "And someday you'll become a great warrior."
Edited Mar 26, 2019 16:28:36 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
In spite of the tom's best efforts, Mudpaw had picked up on his change in mood, and her ears fell back sadly. The Medicine Cat had mentioned off-hand once or twice about how he had dreamed of becoming a warrior when he was a kit like she did, before Starclan decided that his destiny was to follow a different path altogether. The apprentice wasn't too far off in thinking that he proabably missed it. "I understand, Graythorn," she answered, her tone soft as she rested her tail on his shoulder. "And hey," she added, giving him a comforting smile. "Maybe someday you'll be walking me to the Moonpool for me to recieve my nine lives! We'd protect Summerclan together."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 3, 2019 14:50:06 GMT -5
A smile gradually crept across Graythorn's solemn face as the picture of what Mudpaw had said slid through his mind. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?" he replied. "But I didn't know you had aspirations for leadership. Last I heard was you wanted to be 'the best warrior ever.' When did this start?" He began to walk toward the small stream on the far side of the meadow. There were water plants that grew over there that he wanted to check on.
"What? Does Leader not count as being 'the best warrior ever'? I mean, they're so good at being warriors they get nine lives for Starclan's sake." Mudpaw pointed out with a roll of her eyes, padding close behind Graythorn as he headed for the stream. "Besides," she added with a playful wink. "I think 'Mudstar' had a nice ring to it. Mudstar...and you would be my Medicine Cat, and Crimsonpaw or Ghostpaw could be my Deputy! Or maybe Sundapple or Lupinepatch; they're really good warriors too!" She lifted her chin and tail proudly as she marched alongside her parent. "No one would ever mess with Summerclan with me in charge!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 10, 2019 18:30:00 GMT -5
A warm feeling of pride flowed through Graythorn. "I see you have it all planned out," he observed. "Which is a good quality for a leader. Poor planning can bring down an army of strong cats. And on the other paw, good planning can help weaker cats succeed over stronger ones." He looked over at Mudpaw and smiled. "Mudstar does have a nice ring to it. I'm sure you'd make a great leader if that's what StarClan has planned for you. But if it isn't, still strive to do your best for your clan." He didn't want her to become disappointed and/or disillusioned if that's not the path her life will take.
Edited Apr 10, 2019 18:31:54 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Mudpaw beamed up at Graythorn, her grin bright from the praise. "No duh!" She retorted with a laugh. "I'll always work hard for Summerclan, no matter what happens. This is our home; why wouldn't I give it any less than my best?" Her gaze rested fondly on her father, and she brushed up against him for a brief moment before skipping a few paces ahead, bounding towards the river before suddenly slowing again. "Oh! Hey," she called over her shoulder. "You never did tell me what those herbs do. I'm never eating them unless you tell me!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 20, 2019 18:01:05 GMT -5
Graythorn laughed, a rarity for him. "Thyme helps to sooth nerves and marigold is applied to cuts to keep them from becoming infected. But I think I'm going to make up eat a whole pile of poppy seeds when we get back to camp." He was teasing of course. No cat should never eat that many. "You're tiring me out and I'm not even an old cat yet." The gray tabby was enjoying this unexpected time with his adopted daughter.
