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Tinybreath had decided to stretch her legs one sunny Newleaf morning, hopping over puddles and under dripping leaves, with a clear blue sky painted by cheerful birdsong. It was quite the beautiful day, calm and bright, just the way the small black she-cat liked it. Despite living in the ruin of her kithood home with the loss of her clan and family hanging like a dark cloud over her, for right now she was able to have a little bit of peace in her life, if just for a little while. Soon, she'd have to head back, and check in with her brother Chimerastar to see what work needed to be done.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 25, 2020 17:36:45 GMT -5
Not far from the path Tinybreath was walking along, a small, silver-pelted she-cat was cursing under her breath. "Batdung, foxheart, wormfood, junk!" Her words slowly grew in decibels until the last word was almost shouted. Mistralpaw had decided to try and find some herbs since Firetooth didn't seem very interested in helping her and had found a small patch of newly-sprouted goldenrod, only to accidentally pull up the herb at the roots instead of clipping some off with her claws and allowing the plant to continue growing. Her frustration made her pelt fluff up and eyes spark, leaving her quite unaware of Tinybreath's presence at all.
Tinybreath jumped a bit at the unexpected swearing, not having even noticed the new Medicine Cat Apprentice crouching in the undergrowth only a few feet away. After shaking off the surprise, the she-cat smirked mischievously, trying not to laugh as she trotted over to Mistralpaw, staring over her shoulder at the uprooted plants. "You need some help there?" She chirped with a playful purr. "Honestly Mistralpaw, you're spending far too much time with my big brother; you're starting to even sound like him now!"
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 13, 2020 22:49:53 GMT -5
Mistralpaw started when Tinybreath spoke, knocking the top of her head into the warrior's chin with a sharp crack. Pain blossomed where the contact had been made, and her stream of curses started back up again. "...foxdung!" She rubbed at her head with her paw, trying and failing to hide the ire in her expression. After all, Tinybreath was not only the she-cat that held her down embarrassingly at the Spring Equinox but now had found her ruining perfectly good herbs. Tinybreath already had two strikes against her in Mistralpaw's book - and the throbbing headache that began to grow seemed to be strike three. "What are you doing, lurking over other cats like that?" she growled, trying to hide to botched herbs behind her so Tinybreath didn't have yet another reason to criticize her.
Tinybreath let out a surprised yelp as the top of Mistralpaw's head collided with the bottom of her own, and she quickly lifted a paw to her chin to make sure it wasn't bleeding before turning her attention to the irritable apprentice. "Oh dear Starclan, I'm so sorry! Are you alright? Here, let me take a look..." The warrior took a few cautious steps forward, leaning over the Medicine Cat Apprentice to check the top of her head. "Well, it doesn't look like you're bleeding," she mewed with a relieved sigh, only to flinch when the young she-cat snapped at her. Tinybreath looked startled at the apprentice's attitude for a moment, before deciding to stand her ground with an all-to-familiar stern expression. "Listen, it was an accident, Mistralpaw. You seemed to be frustrated, so I was hoping to cheer you up." She paused, glancing over to where the pile of torn-up plants laid on the ground, and she relaxed slightly. "Are you gathering herbs for Firetooth? Here, let me make it up to you." Leaning down, she used her claws to clip off some goldenrod with near-expert precision.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 17, 2020 19:31:54 GMT -5
Mistralpaw watched Tinybreath with silent anger as she clipped the herbs far more adeptly than she'd ever been able to, envy and frustration warring for dominance in her stormy eyes. Her head still smarted, but the other she-cat didn't seem to have any ulterior motives and acted as though she genuinely wanted to help her so she let her guard slip just slightly, a wince coming to her face when she allowed the pain to show through. "I'm not bleeding, but I suspect I'll have a sizable egg on my head in a few minutes," she mewed mulishly, avoiding Tinybreath's eyes.
When had she gotten so prickly? She would have laughed something like this off in moons past, yet now she was snapping for the other she-cat's throat? She sighed, regretting the way her life had changed her. Making a concerted effort, she offered Tinybreath a small, conciliatory smile and began to gather the herbs up. "I'm actually just gathering herbs because we need them," she explained, leaving out that Earlybloom, her mentor from WinterClan, was planning a lesson on the herb the next time they met. "Firetooth hasn't taught me any herbs yet, just shown me around the territory while he gathered." She left out the way he treated her like a pack animal and the way he acted like she was just a kit.
"Hmm, well perhaps we can find some cold wet moss to put on it," Tinybreath suggested helpfully, still focusing carefully on the herbs as she cut off the plant stems and placed them at the apprentices' paws. Despite apparently being Chimerastar's sister, she really was nothing like the Swiftclan leader; small and petite, generally soft-spoken and unassuming. The two even looked nothing alike, her fur like a dark shadow compared to the fiery pelts of her relatives. She listened quietly as Mistralpaw explained her situation, glancing up slightly as she noticed the clear disdain in the younger she-cat's voice when talking about the senior Medicine Cat.
"The trick is to hook the thickest part of the stem around the curve of your claw," she explained, deliberately avoiding to comment on Firetooth. "I practically grew up in the Medicine Cat den, so I picked up quite a bit about harvesting and sorting herbs. Looking back, being a Medicine Cat probably wouldn't have been all that bad. But the last thing I wanted to do was take the path everyone thought would be the best for me; I was real stubborn like that."
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 31, 2020 21:17:08 GMT -5
"No, I think it should be fine," replied Mistralpaw dismissively, the pain from the knock already fading with time. She watched as Tinybreath explained how she collected herbs and stopped the warrior before she could pick the last stalk, wanting to try her paw at is. "Hook it like this?" she asked, taking a sharp claw and hooking it behind the back of the stem before quickly swiping through the stalk, leaving a clean-cut plant alive to grow another set of the herbs. "Thanks, Tinybreath," she mewed, a genuine smile on her face, "I wish you'd have been the medicine cat instead of Firetooth." She screwed up her face at the thought of her mentor, but thought better of openly insulting the tom. He was her mentor, and the medicine cat besides. That alone commanded respect, even if his attitude didn't.
"Well done." Tinybreath meowed encouragingly, nodding in affirmation. "You're a fast learner, and quite committed to your craft. It's no wonder why my brother picked you for Medicine Cat Apprentice." Smiling at the Mistralpaw's pleased reaction, she let the last few stalks onto the pile and sat upright again, pausing to lick the dirt off of her paws as she listened to the apprentice's comment. "It probably would've been an easier life than the one I've had," she admitted with a shrug, once again avoiding the topic of the current Medicine Cat. "I was very sickly as a kit, and it carried over into my apprentice training. It took me twice as long to earn my warrior name than it would a normal, healthy cat. But like I said, I was stubborn. I didn't want to be confined to the Medicine Den just because of my condition, I wanted to prove I wasn't a burden. And as tough as my path was, it taught me a lot."
