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"I've had the worst pain in my head since last night. I barely got a wink of sleep." He sighed an exhausted sigh. "I hate to bother you, I know you and Softpelt have been busy lately. But, do you know what might help? Afterward, we can go out for a hunt." He matched her warm smile with his own.
"I do have something I can give you! Wait here and I will get it for you. I'd rather you not be in the den right now with all of our sick patients." She mewed before darting off toward the medicine den. She disappeared for a moment before returning with a bundle of leaves. She set them down at his paws. "Feverfew. Eat the leaves and it should reduce your head pain." She instructed, sounding more like her medicine cat self.
He nodded and picked up the bundle, chewing the small green leaves. His face contorted at their bitter taste. He wanted to spit them out but felt that would anger or sadden Fawnheart. Plus, it wouldn't help his predicament. He begrudgingly swallowed the paste and shook his head as it went down his throat. "Thanks, Fawnheart." He gave her an awkward smile. "Want to come to get some water with me? And that hunt I promised."
She giggled at his face as he swallowed the bitter herbs. "Its okay, I've never met a cat who actually liked the taste of herbs. You did good. Some cats can't even get it down." Then she nodded to his question. "I'd love to accompany you to get some water."
He padded his way out of camp, gesturing his tail for her to follow. He weaved his way through the oaks of FallClan territory for a short while before coming across a small creek. His amber eyes beamed at the sight of water and sped over to the shallow stream, gulping up as much fresh water as he could. Foxfoot licked his lips and looked over to Fawnheart, warm amber eyes gleaming. "The water tastes great! I don't know about SpringClan, but FallClan has the best water around." He chuckled at himself. The somali tom sat on the rocks that surrounded the creek, wrapping his large fluffy tail around his paws. "Do medicine cats learn how to hunt?" He asked the SpringClan she-cat. He was rather curious about her job, finding her knowledge of herbs rather fascinating. Being a hunter, all he was ever taught was tracking and different hunting techniques, as well as how to craft the occasional trap. Did medicine cats learn the basics of fighting and hunting? If they were ever to go out alone, how would they take care of themselves? He didn't want to be rude and patronize Fawnheart, he was just rather curious. If she didn't know anything, maybe he could teach her.
Fawnheart followed the tom to the creek. She walked up to the water and took several savoring laps of water. His question surprised her, however. Not many cats took interest in medicine cats, in honesty. She thought for a moment before answering, "We only know the basics. We are taught more how to heal and which herbs are what." She looked down at her reflection and she could see her and her mentor practicing battle moves within the waves. She missed her so much and missed the time when things were simple.
(oh yeah?? theyre meant to be lol) Foxfoot watched as Fawnheart's expression quickly changed from warm and soft to cold and coarse. What was she thinking about? He nudged closer to her until he could wrap his red tail lightly around her sandy body. "Hey, are you okay? Whatcha thinking about?" He asked, almost like a whisper.
-She blinked and snapped back to reality. Her fur began to warm when she felt his tail wrap around her. "Ah, don't worry about me. I'm okay." She didn't want to burden the poor tom with all of her nonsense. Feelings were good to talk about every now and again but she didn't want to get him involved with her roller coaster of emotions. She let out a gentle sigh, "Well, anyway. I've learned enough to survive but not enough to provide for a whole clan. Besides, it's been a little while since I was in training." That was true. She couldn't remember the last time she actually caught something.
Foxfoot chuckled. "I wouldn't say I can provide for a whole clan, but I could definitely hold my own." The FallClan tom purred lightly as he spoke. "Do you want to learn a simple trick to track prey better? Tracking is my strongest suit." He puffed out his chest at the end of his statement.
He felt his face warm up when he met her amber eyes with his own. He licked his chest nervously before slowly getting up from the stone, unwrapping his tail and walking away from the creek. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air loudly. "There's quail around here. Have you ever had quail eggs before?" He asked with a bright smile. "They're the easiest eggs to find around here. We don't get them all that often, but this is the best time of the year to begin hunting them. I'm sure the clan would love it if we got some eggs!" His eyes began to light up like a fire. He liked being with Fawnheart, and quail egg hunting was time consuming enough.
Foxfoot cocked his head. "So you've never had?" He purred with a now playful grin. "Well, now we have no choice! I'll get you some quail eggs lickity split!" With that, he began to go into his full hunt mode. While he had never had an apprentice, he figured he would be good enough to show her how to find quail eggs. His fluffy sorrel body sunk into the ground, his red tail sweeping the forest floor. "Quails usually nest in the tall grass or the rocks around fresh water. Fresh eggs have a sweet aroma, if you smell anything sweet let me know. Stalking the rocks around this creek is a great start."
Fawnheart nodded and sniffed the air. She wasn't used to hunting or even searching for food. She caught a whiff of something but she wasn't sure what it was. "I smell something...but I'm not sure what it is...it smells sweet.."
She sniffed again, "its coming from over there." She pointed with her tail in the direction the sweet scent was coming from, hoping she wasnt leading them to something completely wrong.
The east, up where the creek starts as a rather small stream of water emerging from the rocks. Plenty of tall grass and brush there makes it a perfect place for nesting quails. He brushed up to Fawnheart and sniffed loudly next to her. Catching the sweet scent of fresh-laid eggs, Foxfoot sunk to the ground once more and stalked eastward until the mother quail was just a foxlength away. He waited for Fawnheart to come next to him, and whispered to her, "I'll get the quail. You have to be really careful when getting them out of the nest, sometimes their flailing ruins the eggs. After I get the quail, grab the eggs. The eggs are hardest when first laid, so don't be scared of accidentally smashing them."
With that, Foxfoot chirped as he stalked the mother quail. Luring the quail out with his noises, the Somali raised his haunched before launching at the quail, grabbing its neck spot-on and failing it around until its neck snapped. He put the fresh-kill down and purred as he cleaned his paws.
As Foxfoot was occupied wrestling with the quail, Fawnheart dove for the eggs, picking them out of the nest gently, then rolled them away from the nest in case the quail were to escape from Foxfoot. Fawnheart guarded the eggs until Foxfoot had killed the quail. "Great catch!" She purred, leaping. She was filled with joy that she was actually able to help in a hunt.
"Good job on the eggs!" Foxfoot gave Fawnheart a bright smile. "There's enough here for us and some of the greencough patients. Are they allowed to eat anything during treatment? I think these would make for wonderful gifts!"
