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It was beautiful weather today, with a flawless bright blue sky and just the slightest hint of a breeze that blew through the grassy meadows. Even better was the freshly damp soil underneath his paws from a rain shower that had passed through the mountains just a day or two before, perfect for harvesting herbs. Firetooth let out a loud, somewhat obnoxious yawn as he casually crossed over Summerclan's border, not even bothering to wait for a patrol to come by - being a Medicine Cat did have some perks, after all. It wasn't like he was here for no reason, after all. Summerclan's gardens were famous for growing herbs that were difficult to come by around Swiftclan; plants like Catmint, Foxglove, Lavender, Yarrow, and Marigold were invaluable to a Medicine Cat's stock, especially considering the number of various health issues the ginger tom had to deal with on a daily basis. And it just so happened that Summerclan's Medicine Cat was one Firetooth knew especially well. Glancing over his shoulder, he gave a small smile to the young she-cat following behind him. "Remember to be on your best behavior, deerie," he meowed to Fawnpaw. "Summerclan cats might be friendly, but Graythorn's one of the oldest and most experienced Medicine Cats in all the clans. You could learn a lot from him." JadieWhitemuzzlebaewolf
Having been out since dawn counting their herbs, Vulturepaw was a bit on the tired side. Rows of flowers blossomed under the partially cloudy sky, remnants of raindrops clinging to the petals and glittering in the sunshine. The young tom sat back on his haunches, fur matted with sweat and damp from the rain. After having checked all the infection healing herbs, he had turned to the belly-ache healing and checked on their mint collection and wondering if he should take a trip down to the shore and check on the seaweed which was used for binding limbs.
With a huff, the lanky tom flopped down onto his side, mud splashing up onto his already muddy colored fur. "I had no idea this much work went into keeping plants alive," he muttered to himself with a laugh, thinking of the collection of deadly herbs he had his own garden of. Greythorn knew of it of course, and went along with his apprentice's experiments of the different berries and flowers.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 11, 2021 19:02:40 GMT -5
"What are you doing just laying around in the mud when there's work to done?" Graythorn grumbled as he crested a small rise and saw his apprentice being lazy, or so he thought. Overall actually, the gray tabby thought highly of this apprentice. He seemed more suited to this line of work than any he had in the past. Vulturepaw seemed to overlook his grumpiness for the most part unlike the previous apprentices, most of which quit because they couldn't cope with his gruffness.
Although this trip to the meadow was more for inventory purposes, Graythorn still carried his hollow herb log with him in case they came across something they needed back at the camp. It hung from around his neck and gently bumped his chest with each step he took. Inside it now was a few sprigs of catnip. All the old catnip that hadn't been used from last Leafbare was thrown out. He liked to have some around just in case some cat contracted a cough from a cold soaking in one of the many streams, the lake, or the sea that were in SummerClan's territory.
Edited Jun 11, 2021 19:04:36 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
"I'm always on my best behavior!" Fawnpaw replied to Firetooth with a wink. The fawn-colored she-cat was trotting ahead of her mentor even though she didn't know where they were going exactly. She was just too excited! SummerClan territory was lush and beautiful, on a whole different level from many of the other territories she'd seen in her short life. She knew that this Clan had a special rank of Warriors who spent all their time tending to the flora, but she hadn't realized just how much work they did until trotting down the well-cleaned path, not a weed within sight. It was beautiful, lush and already felt like home, "Where are we supposed to meet up with them? Are they even expecting us?"
"I'm trying my best to become one with the plants," Vulturepaw meowed dramatically, rolling onto his back and feeling the cool mud sink into his fur. Hopping back up onto his paws, the lanky tom gave his pelt a shake, sending mud spraying. His already muddy colored fur was now spiked up in different directions.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 26, 2021 18:55:07 GMT -5
Graythorn rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly side to side. "This younger generation these days," he sighed. He couldn't find fault with Vulturepaw however. He was a smart and diligent apprentice. "Well you better watch out," he meowed. "You might become a tuft of grass someday and a rabbit will come along and eat you."
"Rabbits can eat you here? SummerClan's a lot scarier than I thought it would be," Fawnpaw mewed having only heard the tail end of Graythron's statement. As soon as she made eye contact with the SummerClan medicine cat she bowed her head in respect, "You must be Graythorn, the oldest medicine cat of the forest. I'm told you have a lot of wise lessons to teach me. Can the first one be more information on your bunniculas??"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 18, 2021 14:19:17 GMT -5
Graythorn looked surprised at first to see Fawnpaw then looked around to see if Firetooth was with her. "Bunniculas?" he asked then realized the apprentice must had overheard part of his conversation with Vulturepaw. He disregarded the first part of her statement about him being mature. Although her comment seemed genuine, he didn't like being called old. He didn't like much of anything actually. "If you had heard our conversation in it's entirety, you'd know what we were talking about. Is Firetooth with you?" He looked past Fawnpaw waiting to get a glimpse of the other medicine cat.
(Graythorn has stepped down due to an injury. If the rest of you would like to still continue this thread, it's fine with me. It takes place before he lost his hearing.)
At the sound and now the scent of other cats, Vulturepaw stiffened, eyes growing wide. Turning, the young tom spotted his fellow medicine cat apprentice. Though not having formally met yet, he gave her an awkward bow. "Uh," the now mostly brown tom stammered, "hey there."
(Oh no Graythorn !! No worries, I'd love to keep this going if the rest of youa re game just so Fawnpaw could have met him before he stepped down :3)
"Of course! Firetooth's just... behind me..." Fawnpaw turned around to see the white flashing outline of where she expected her mentor to be only to realize he'd disappeared between point A and B. She was suddenly a lot more nervous now that she knew that she was alone, although it was unlikely her companions would be able to tell.
"... I guess he must have stopped to smell the flowers. You do have such a lovely territory! He'll catch up soon I hope," She purred, turning her attention to Vulturepaw. She returned his bow with the feline equivalent of a curtsy complete with a slight rosy blush across her pale-furred cheeks, "Nice to meet you, Vulturepaw. No one told me you'd be such a cutie!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 19, 2021 13:53:47 GMT -5
Graythorn harrumphed. He didn't know for sure if Fawnpaw was telling them the truth. It could be that she wanted to wander off on her own. His eyes roamed past her in search of Firetooth but were quickly brought back to her. "Medicine cats do not take mates," he growled. "Nor do they play in flirting games." He turned his gaze to Vulturepaw to see his reaction to Fawnpaw's 'unmedicine cat' like actions.
He couldn't help the heat from flooding his face even more, partially from the state of his mud-covered pelt, and part from the compliment from the she-cat. Vulturepaw was about to utter a nervous thank-you when he heard his mentors' sharp words to the other apprentice. Straightening his spine, he met Greythorns serious gaze and gave a small nod.
Turning back to Fawnpaw, he meowed politely, "It's very nice to meet you, I can't wait to meet Firetooth. I'm sure we can learn a lot from each other."
