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Peace. Just, peace. That is all he was wanted these paws few nights, images and feelings tossing through his mind like bits of leaf in the wind. Whether in waking or in his sleep, peace had eluded the tom. During the day, cats were in and out of his den. These cats ranged in character though, from Sunpetal to Redflame, Ratstar to Greythorn who stumbled in deafly. Cats who cared for him, who knew him. Yet they didn't know of his internal struggles that drew him from sleep every night. When his dreams were haunted by dappled fur and a moonlit night, or a elderly tom throwing himself of Vulturemalice's body. They were both nightmares in the same in which that they didn't have happy endings.
Blinking the sleep, or lack of sleep, from his olive green gaze, Vulturemalice let out a low groan and pulled himself out of his nest, shaking the scraps of old, smelly moss from his pelt. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the dried up dandelion crown that had once graced his head. But memories had died with the golden petals, and it had been pushed back into the shadows. I need to clean this space out and get new bedding, he thought, pushing his way into the camp clearing. Early morning sunlight touched his pelt, a caress as soft as a lovers. The young medicine cat glanced around the clearing, wondering what the day might bring him.
Cranepaw had been sitting in the clearing since returning from training that morning, her eyes locked on medicine cat den. Her yellow, green tinted eyes were unmoving, practically glaring at the den across from her, but then her gaze was pulled away by movement from that den. She was quick to move then, to hurry to Vulturemalice's side. "Mornin'."
The brown and white tom let out a long, defeated sigh. Morning after morning, Cranepaw was always there. The young she-cat had made her intentions obvious, but has yet to outright ask to become his apprentice. There was something about her though that he didn't like, something that he knew would keep her from becoming a good medicine cat. It was almost to the point where he needed to have a word with her mentor about it.
"Hello Cranepaw," he muttered unenthusiasticly. He had felt her stare from the moment he stepped out of then den. It was almost a rountie at this point. "What is it you need this morning?"
Determination, grit, obsession, whatever you want to call it, Cranepaw had it in regards to the medicine cat apprentice position. She wanted it, more than she wanted anything’s bd and wanted it since she was a kit herself. At the time she didn’t care that there was already a medicine cat apprentice, but now the spot was vacant. Which was perfect for her. Now, just to win the spot. So far her goal had been to get Vulturemalice to like her, to choose her that way. But that was taking to long. So new plan, be more forceful with her desire for the position. “It’s not what I need but what you need, Vulturemalice. Fall is coming and the clan needs all the herbs it can get. So you will need help carrying all of them. I’m volunteering.” Win-win in her opinion. Vulturemalice got to see how competent she was, and she got to learn and recognize herbs. Another step closer to her taken on the role of medicine cat apprentice officially.
"Am I allowed to eat breakfast first or do you think all the good herbs will be gone by then?" he asked with an arched brow, sarcasm dripping off of every word. Not waiting for an answer, he pulled himself out a slightly stale vole and wolfed it down, not even bothering to keep the bones in tack. "Are you not assigned to a warrior for today? Shouldn't you be training or something?" He knew apprentices who didn't officially have mentors were passed between warrior and warrior to learn as much as they could.
Just a heads up Pinesimmer is killing her via poison for wanting the position but I’m down for finishing this thread up to the point where Vulturemalice disappears if you’d like.
Cranepaw nodded her head and took a seat. Right breakfast, she’d already eaten but he hadn’t. “Aren’t there hebt suit first pick first thing in the morning though? And what about the ones you can only pick at like midnight in a certain moon?” They we’re probably just rumors or myths but the she-cat was some herbs had to be picked at just the right times. It’s why she’d been up forever now, sure he’d leave early for herb collecting. In the last few days he’d gotten up about the same time, but she didn’t wanna risk it. “I’m a garden apprentice. And I’ve got the morning off. My mentor wants to meet up in the evening.” Well not a complete lie. Cranepaw had demanded to have training in the evening so she’d not miss out on herb collecting. The kit was determined to get to her goal.
"There are certain flowers that appear at dawn and dusk," he sighed, giving a small shake of his head, "but they are ones rarely used in the herbal medicines, more use in the beauty of the flower crowns that the garden keeps love so much to make." There was a slight roll of his eyes at the last bit, only thinking of his foster sister and the tom he loved. "But no actual healing herb has a time of day when it's best to be picked that I know of."
(It was bound to happen and I saw the opportunity with Pinesimmer taking over the role of medicine cat. A very fitting end for the brat lol. I have other cats though if you’d like to role play some more together!) baewolf
Cranepaw nearly asked if he was sure but just barely managed to hold her tongue. Maybe the rumors and takes she’d heard among the garden keepers was false he if said so. But still! She would join him, even if it meant she had dog follow behind him without his permission. “Should I get you breakfast? I can get you whatever you like.” She was eager to please, to put herself in his good graces and raise her chances of getting picked.
sad to see it happen ]