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Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 3, 2020 17:52:42 GMT -5
Graythorn pulled piles of herbs from his stores. Many were too old to be of any use. He looked around for his apprentice. Sorting herbs would be a good time to learn the herbs and their uses. Not seeing Sunpaw, he sat down with a huff. I suppose I'll have to do these myself!
The morning was rather crisp; the ground was cool on her paws as she padded towards camp. It was early, but not early enough that few danced on the grass blades. She liked the feeling of the ground on her pads—it tickled, slightly, as she walked by. Sunpaw let out a soft laugh. She liked mornings like this. They were soft and beautiful and very, very blue. The world around her was just stained in it! It was as if the sky engulfed the ground.
The calico apprentice padded slowly into camp, enjoying the little warmth the sun gave her. The birds sung purple in the distance. Sunpaw padded into the medicine-cat’s den, spotting a mostly irritated Graythorn.
“Oh! Sorry,” she apologized, “I just like going for morning walks is all.” She sat beside him, eyeing the herbs in the stores. “So, what’re we doing today?”
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 4, 2020 16:58:18 GMT -5
Graythorn looked at Sunpaw through narrow eyes. He was going to say some terse retort but he cut himself short. His crossness had already driven away his previous apprentices. He didn't want to lose this one too.
"Sorting through our herb stores," he replied, albeit a bit gruffly. "We need to get rid of the spoiled leaves and take inventory of what have." He pushed two piles toward Sunpaw. "Sort through these, the thyme and marigold while I'll deal with this tansy and feverfew." A rotten piece of tansy clung to one of his claws and wouldn't come off. With a violent shake of his paw it flew off and hit the side of the den just missing his apprentice. "Uh, sorry about that."
She listened eagerly as Graythorn spoke. “Alright!” She said, looking down at the herbs in front of her. She could already see the rotten ones. She laughed as the herb flew by. “Oh, it’s okay!” Sunpaw carefully sorted them into piles, the rotten ones to her left, and the fresh ones in front of her. She hoped to StarClan she wasn’t being annoying. Dark orange clouded her mind—seeping slightly into her vision. She shook it away.
“So, what does thyme do? And marigold?” She asked, continuing almost immediately, “Well—I’m pretty sure Marigold helps with wounds right? But I could be wrong, so I guess it’s good to get a refresher.” The apprentice babbled, purple chasing away the orange as her sentence continued.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 12, 2020 13:44:40 GMT -5
Graythorn looked up as Sunpaw spoke and caught her shaking her head. He looked at her curiously. What's wrong? Does she have fleas in her brain? he wondered. "Thyme calms nerves among other things and marigold wards off infection." He stopped his sorting and looked at her more carefully. "Perhaps you should eat a few of those thyme leaves. They might help you from shaking your head. Just what's bothering you?"
Sunpaw nodded in understanding, silent for a second as she concentrated on sorting through the herbs. “Oh, y’know, I was just feeling a bit orange is all. But—but it’s gone now.” Her smile leaned on the edge of a smirk. “It’s all purple now,” She began humming a tune, a sweet melody that immediately chased away any remanence of orange.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 14, 2020 9:34:46 GMT -5
Orange? Purple? Graythorn looked at Sunpaw quizzically but said nothing for the moment. What in the name of StarClan is she talking about? he wondered. She seems happy enough now. He continued sorting his herbs and then threw the rotten leaves out of the den. "When you're through with your sorting, put the good herbs back into the store and then come outside." The gray tabby left the medicine den and sat in the brilliant early Newleaf sunshine as he contemplated his new apprentice.
“Okay!” She quickly put the last of the herbs in their piles, taking the good ones to the store and sorting them thoroughly. So many new smells! She may have taken longer than needed, peeking at the herbs she had never seen previously, but before long she was outside.
The sun shone warmly on her back, giving her the comfortable feeling that, for a second, flashed pale blue. “So, Graythorn, what are we doing now?” She sat beside him, pawing are the ground.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 17, 2020 16:37:01 GMT -5
"I want to check the wildflower and herb meadow to see how the new growth is coming along," Graythorn replied as he rose to his paws. The warm sunshine seemed to put the normally grumpy tom in a better mood. Newleaf was coming and another long cold season would soon be ending. "And along the way there I want to teach you the basics of hunting. All cats should know how to catch their own prey. Often times when I'm out gathering herbs, I'll bring back something to add to the fresh kill pile."
She bounced alongside her mentor. Her tail flicked with the excitement she couldn’t contain. “Oh! I didn’t know Medicine-cats hunted,” Sunpaw ran ahead slightly, not wanting to slow Graythorn down by even a step. To be completely honest, she wasn’t too psyched about the hunting part. She knew it was important, that it had to be done, but something about killing another creature rubbed her the wrong way. “When we’re done hunting, will we be gathering herbs? Or exploring? Or—I don’t know—“ She smiled back at her mentor, a big toothy grin that ran from ear to ear.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 18, 2020 18:37:41 GMT -5
"We don't go out on regular patrols like the other cats do," Graythorn replied. "But it's an added bonus for our clan when we do bring back something." He sensed Sunpaw wasn't overly thrilled about hunting and wondered what she'd think about the battling sessions that'll be in her future. Then the familiar pang of his lost dream struck him again. Will I ever get over having to give up my dream of being a warrior? He gave his fur a shake as if it would rid him of his thoughts. "When were done hunting, we'll check the herb meadow to see how far along they are with their growth," he meowed. "It's important not to pick them too much until they get bigger. Do you know why?" he asked as he turned to face Sunpaw.
“Oh, i get it!” She hummed quietly alongside the bird song, thoroughly enjoying herself. “Oh—uhm—because then they won’t have enough time to spread their seeds and stuff?” Feeling unconfidant in her answer, she continued, “Or because they might not work as well and need to grow full—“
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 19, 2020 18:34:16 GMT -5
"You were right the first time," Graythorn meowed. "Most plants stems and leaves can be used at anytime but if left alone the plants will grow bigger and thus give us more medicine. And of course their flowers will come when they're mature."
He slowed his pace then came to a stop several paces away from a cluster of bushes. Several had leaf buds forming on their small branches scattered amongst the dry seedpods hanging from them. Then in a soft voice he said, "These bushes produce seeds that attract mice. I've caught several here either on my way to gather herbs or coming back to camp." A small breeze blew softly toward them from the bushes. "Open your mouth and breathe in the air and tell me what you can scent."
Edited Mar 19, 2020 18:35:14 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
She listened almost absently, still quite glad she had gotten it right, but too distracted with the distant birds to really take it in. They were just so beautiful, so lovely, and she wish she could join them. Reluctantly, she brought herself back to Graythorn and hunting, just barely catching the end of his sentence. Luckily, he continued with instructions.
“Okay,” she said, opening her jaw and sucked in a deep breath, getting a strong whiff of something familiar. Was it—? She looked to Graythorn. “It might be a mouse, but I’m not completely sure.”
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 21, 2020 15:25:40 GMT -5
"Yes that's mouse scent albeit it's much farther away than you're used to smelling it," Graythorn replied. Living in the camp, she'd most likely had only smelled mice while she was eating them. "Now follow close behind me and do as I do." He got into a hunter's crouch and began to moving forward slowly. Turning his head over his shoulder, he whispered, "Make no sound if at all possible. And tread softly. Mice can feel you coming long before they can smell or see you." Turning back, he made his way slowly toward the bushes.
Edited Mar 21, 2020 15:31:34 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
She wiggled her nose, following Graythorn’s lead. Her crouch was messy, her paw steps louder than intended, but maybe it would do. She kept herself as light as she could. As she stalked, the scent got stronger. Sure, she didn’t like to kill them, but she was just fine with eating them. Was that contradictory? She didn’t much care. About to ask a question, Sunpaw decided to keep her mouth shut. She didn’t want to scare away any potential prey, that would probably disappoint Graythorn. And she didn’t want to do that.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 22, 2020 14:54:14 GMT -5
After stalking so far, Graythorn waved his tail to indicate he wanted Sunpaw to stop and wait. Then moving in closer, he stopped and watched a clump of leaves. For the longest time he crouched and was as still as a boulder. Slowly a mouse's nose then head appeared from underneath the leaves. Muscles tensed in Graythorn's legs just before he sprang upon the mouse. A quick bite to the back of it's neck ended it's life. "There! That's how it's done," the gray tabby meowed. "Let's see you try over at that bush." It was several fox lengths away from where he caught his mouse.
She turned her gaze away as Graythorn killed the rodent, only looking after he spoke. She turned her attention towards the other bush, hearing an ever so faint scuffling in its depths. She crouched low, feeling her tail flick anxiously before she stilled it. Its scent was strong, but it began to move further up. She followed as quietly as she could, hoping not to scare it. Once Sunpaw was close enough to see it, she prepared herself to leap in the same way Graythorn did. She eyed the creature, wiggling her haunches. She leapt but immediately directed herself away from the creature, falling with a thud and watching it scurry away. She put her head in her paws, feeling the gray creep into her mind.
“I’m sorry Graythorn, I couldn't do it. I don’t—I don’t want it to be gray, I want blue and green and . . . and—“ She buried her head deeper, shaking it slightly. “I’m sorry,” she said. She knew she was overreacting, but the gray just made her so upset and she didn’t want to imagine the red the animal felt just before she killed it.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 23, 2020 18:55:02 GMT -5
Graythorn had watched with appreciation as Sunpaw stalked her prey. She's a natural hunter, he thought. Her mechanics need some polishing but that will come in time. He found himself holding his breath as she sprang upon her unsuspecting prey then letting is out when she missed. But wait, that wasn't an accident. She missed on purpose! But why? he wondered. She had that mouse dead to rights.
His anger started to rise but when he heard her apology, he understood by her sincerity that she wasn't making up excuses and he began to calm down. She really didn't want to kill that mouse. But he had seen her eating one only just yesterday. And what's with the colors again? But first things first. He'll ask about that later. He came over to her and sat down. "I can tell something's wrong," he meowed. "You could have caught that mouse easily and on your first try too. Sit here with me and let's talk." At the moment he was seeing Sunpaw as a patient instead of his apprentice. "Why didn't you kill the mouse?"
Sunpaw looked up as Graythorn sat beside her. She could almost feel his disappointment, and it hurt. Yes, of course something is wrong! She thought, but it was less angry and more desperate. She saw a lot of gray, and some orange too. She fumbled for words briefly, "I don't--I don't know! It just didn't feel right--It's weird and I don't understand." She sat up, sniffing slightly. "I can eat them just fine-- I just don't want to be the one to. . . y'know . . ." she trailed off, staring at her paws in slight embarrassment.
