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Another clan. This time he wasn't as sure of himself, a clan wit ha new leader was one of the most dangerous for him to visit. Would this new leader use him as an example of his new power? Chasing off a loner might give the leader a confidence boost. But killing him?
The unknown tom narrowed his eyes as they swept the territory. He'd yet to spot a warrior but in a territory as dense and cluttered as this one, that meant nothing. Padding forward he was getting pretty deep. Maybe this clan had less warriors than some of the others he'd visited? Could they patrol less? Almost in answer to his inward question, he heard a rustle in the leaves to his left and he braced, unsure of what he'd be face when he turned to meet the unknown clan warrior.
Peppermintpaw was in a grouchy mood. Truth be told, she was almost always in some degree of a grouchy mood, but she was particularly fed up today; she’d just been told she was to be the acting medicine cat until a replacement could be found and, pleased as she might have been to be in charge of her own duties without some senseless idiot telling her what to do and getting in the way or everything, it felt less like a little triumph and more like an imposition on her time.
She was already spread thin as it was and now she had to babysit a new leader and a Clan full of thick-headed fools with no logic and no clue as to how not to get to get themselves hurt or how irritating it was for her to constantly have to fix their mistakes. Secretly, she needed her work more than anything and liked being needed by all the warriors she considered her children, despite the fact they were mostly older than her. But she’d never be caught dead saying that.
Brushing through a tangle of blackberry bushes, she glanced up from the ground cover of dead, brown leaves— and came face to face with a tom. Letting out a long-suffering, unimpressed grunt in her throat, she laid the clump of comfrey root she’d been carrying at her paws and drawled, voice flat and low and eyes half-lidded, “three intruders in two days. A new record.”
An apprentice? Mysterium narrowed his eyes at the comfrey root at her paws, it's tangy sent reaching his jaws quickly and the identification was made in seconds. A medicine cat apprentice at that.. this was definitely not what he was expecting.
Still he wasn't shocked to hear that FallClan borders were being challenged so regularly with the recent shift in leadership. If he'd heard whispers of the change, he knew most of the cats in the area would be keen to see what the new leader would bring to the position. What he was shocked about, was that they'd let their medicine cat apprentice wander around the territory unescorted with so much activity on their borders. Did they not worry about her safety? What was her mentor thinking?
"The last two must not have been very scary for you to be so unimpressed with me." He mewed, quickly in retort. A sly grin was spreading across his muzzle as he sat down. He wasn't here to cause any harm really, maybe ruffle a few pelts but no harm, so there was no use in appearing dangerous.
"This is just my face," she replied in deadpan monotone, gazing apathetically at the tom for another moment before picking the herbs back up and loping slowly past him. She didn't mention that the other two had been the SummerClan leader and the former SpringClan one, looking for their wittle daughter because, boohoo, their sons had been murdered. That was life, get over it. Secretly, her heart still ached for them, but who needed sentimentality? She forced it down. Weakness, as far as she was concerned. Voice muffled by the bundle, she added flatly, "I'm actually very impressed that you'd crawl out of the dirt just to waste my time."
Pausing again at the roots of a dark, old oak tree a little way away, she started to dig at the earth with her front claws and called back at the tom, voice still low and on the verge of a growl, "if you're gonna lurk around anyway, come here and help me carry this. You can tell me your name and I'll pretend to be interested, it'll be fun." By the way she said it, it would not, in fact, be fun.
Mysterium snorted, liking this cat already against his better judgement, his demeanor softening even as hers hardened. "Mysterium is what my parents named me, but but most just call me Myst, it's a little less pompous in my opinion." He glanced at the comfrey root, knowing the bitter taste would haunt his tongue for awhile but still.. he padded up and gathered the bundle at his paws. He knew herbs pretty well, his father had drilled those into his head more than fighting moves, but he was interested in what the young medicine cat apprentice was digging for. "Are you digging for oak root or something else?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side. Having grown up among pine and bog trees he'd never heard of using oak roots as a cure for anything.
(honestly lowkey living for the fact peppermintpaw is the cousin of my girl in primal instinct who had a one night stand with shae, who obvs was with genesis, who obvs was myst’s aunt, so they’re practically family already lmao cx)
“Anyone who introduces themselves with but you can just call me and throw around the word pompous are immediately my least favourite,” she growled, still digging at the wet earth; it darkened her fur almost up to her chest. Despite the harsh words, she flicked a small, gruff smile at Myst before her expression hardened again and she returned to digging, frowning in concentration. “Clever guess,” she grunted. “But no. I’ve theorised for a little while that the inner bark of oak trees may be able to treat not only parasites, bruises, poor digestion, fevers, all those things that a dozen other herbs can fix, but perhaps tumours as well. That’s the bit I’m interested in.” Her voice had changed, less monotonous and more enthralled by the light of discovery, by the prospect of making history, of being important, worshiped, revolutionary. “The properties of soil certainly have an effect on the properties of the trees that grow in them, so I’ve been feeding this particular patch the blood and bones of prey to see if it responds positively. And it has. So,” she finished, sitting back with a scraping of dark, soft bark hooked to her claws and a prideful, self-satisfied look on her face, “it’s time to test my theory.”
Not waiting to see if he followed or stayed behind, too caught up in the thrill of experimentation and learning, she left her bundle of herbs by the oak tree for him to pick up if he so chose and trotted ahead with the bark in her mouth and a smug sort of gleam in her eye. A week or so ago, she’d struck gold and found a poor little mouse with a tumour on its neck; she was going to cure it. “Medicine cats are a dime a dozen,” she called over her shoulder, voice muffled by the bark. “All just follow the teachings passed down for centuries. Well, I’m not interested in following someone else’s lessons. I’m gonna make my own. I'm Peppermintpaw, by the way. You'll know my name one day, whether you like it or not.”
(That's so neat <3 Peppermint reminds me a lot of Shae and Myst is more like Gen than Enigma so they should be fun to rp at the very least)
"At least I acknowledge my father was a little crazy when naming his kits. I could insist you call be by my full name." He teased, knowing he'd probably get a growl at the comment. Still, his ears twitched as she explained her theory to him. He could see how it might work for sure. But how would she test it? Did Fallclan have a cat with a tumor?
He picked up the herbs at his paws without question, interest sparking in his gaze as he quickly followed the apprentice. It seemed to him they weren't nearly as different as she might think. They both seemed to be striving for new knowledge. He could see it in the way her eyes lit up and her stride seemed to have an extra little skip in it. He couldn't have the chuckle of amusement that slipped from his muzzle, muffled by the herbs that were held there.
(yesss i honestly love myst and peppermint’s dynamic so much already, it’s the best cx ♥️♥️♥️)
"And I could insist you stop talking to me," Peppermintpaw mumbled around the bark, trotting ahead of him through the gloomy shadows and the flurry of dark orange leaves fluttering down around them, "but my mother raised me better than that." At his chuckle, she let out a low growl and quickened her pace, shoulders hunching up and ears flicking back when she ducked her head forward grouchily. He'd see. She wasn't some cute, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed apprentice, just dreaming of being a super good healer to help her Clan, gee whizz! She wasn't something to laugh at. One day, they'd take her seriously.
She led him on a roundabout track through the woods, half actively trying to lose him, half just ignoring him. Finally, she stopped at a little hole she'd dug into the dark earth amid all the damp, rotting leaves and covered with a little prison door of sticks. Still ignoring Myst aside from a brief, fleeting glare at him out of the corner of her eye to make sure he was paying attention, she carelessly flicked away the sticks with one movement of her paw and looked down at the mouse caught in her shadow. "Don't run," she muttered to the mouse, like it could understand her. She could smell its terror, its hunger, its pain and misery. "No point."
She scooped it out with one paw and transferred it to her other, stripping back the bark to the soft inner part and crushing it quickly with her teeth before prying open the mouse's tiny jaws with her claws and forcing the bark in. It was gruesome, and any other cat might have found it upsetting, but Peppermintpaw's face was set in concentration, her eyes bright with fascination and obsession. She slipped the mouse back into the hole, flicking in the rest of the bark so it could absorb into its skin, and closed the little prison again. Turning back to Myst with lazy, hooded eyes, she growled, "so. Now we wait." Jerking her head, she loped with heavy, rolling steps back through the woods. "How do you know medicine, then? And why are you in FallClan? You're not a serial killer, are you? Pretty lousy one if you are."
Myst had watched this whole process with interest. Even when she was handling the mouse she wasn't overtly cruel, and if this worked, the mouse would have a better life even if it was just for the short while before it probably became someone's prey. He had to admit, she was very clever for such a young cat.
"My father taught me most of the medicine that I know." He began, having told this story enough that he knew what needed to be said. "His name is Enigma, he learned medicine from his father and spent a short time as Dayclan's medicine cat and a much longer stint with Absum Lux as their high sage." He wasn't going to brag and say he'd defined that position himself when Toxicity had transitioned into the group it was before their disappearance. "He insisted a well rounded cat should be able to take care of themselves in all aspects of life so my siblings and I were trained in hunting, battle, and healing." He twitched his ears. Mildly worried about his family with all the recent upheaval and disasters. He'd have to seek them out soon. "I took to the medicine more than Pandora and Paradox, they wanted to be more like Genesis." His sisters were far more cruel than her, sadistic even, he didn't spend more time with him than he had too.
"But to answer your other questions.." He trailed off thinking for a moment. "I'm curious how the clans live, I've visited a few now and every clan I meet new cats that are endlessly interesting." He wasn't sure if she'd assume he was just checking Fallclan off his list, but she could take it as she will. "I'm not a serial killer. I'm far to much of a mouse heart to kill anyone." He chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, I can fight with the best of them I just prefer to keep my claw sheathed."
