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'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 10, 2020 17:20:10 GMT -5
Her calico pelt didn't stand out in the SpringClan territory, what with its brightly colored flowers and dyes, yet in camp Peonymist couldn't help but feel like everyone was looking at her. She was, after all, one of the only cats in the clan forced to stay within the safety of its walls because of her disability. Glaring at her hindleg, she shook her head and lifted another clump of moss into her mouth. It was time to change the bedding in the nursery and, with nothing else to do, she decided to take it upon herself. Though she was a bitter soul, she still couldn't help but lighten the apprentices' load so they could go play in the nice weather. After all, it wasn't every day newleaf came.
Powderkit liked her adoptive siblings, but sometimes she really felt that there was a divide between them. Today was one of those days. The kitten always wanted to be involved, but sometimes her breathing issues made it difficult for her to play outside with them. She was, for the moment, by herself.
Another cat was messing with the moss in the nursery, and Powderkit bounded over to her, taking advantage of this unusual alone-time to talk to someone new.
"Hi," she meowed at the she-cat, scanning her up and down. "You're the same color as me!" Powderkit was referring to the orange and black pattern that they both shared, and although Powderkit's fur was much darker and truthfully unalike in pattern, she was pleased to find a connection between her and the she-cat. The kit was extremely talkative, and she wasn't known to shy away from any new faces.
"I can help ya with the moss, if you want. I'm sooo booored."
'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 21:35:35 GMT -5
Peonymist felt a genuine smile spread across her face when Powderkit spoke to her, pulling her from the dark place her mind had begun to wander. The prickly she-cat had an extremely soft spot for kits, as they were too young to have the preconceptions about her disability as others might, and were one of the only bright spots in the she-cat's life. "We are similar colors, aren't we?" she asked, sitting the moss down outside of the den and picking up a clean clump.
"You want to help me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "You realize when you're an apprentice you'll wish you never had to lay eyes on moss again." She laughed, but nodded, motioning to a small clump of moss Powderkit could life. "If you're going to help, come on then. We have to get this nest quickly or you kits will miss your naps."
Powderkit puffed out her chest. That may be true, but for the moment, she was being helpful. "I don't plan on taking a nap," Powderkit scoffed. "Naps are so boring. But if we don't do it quickly, you'll miss all of your warrior duties!"
The kit watched how the she-cat was doing the job. Then she picked up the moss that she had gestured to with her mouth, trying to drag it back toward the entrance to the den. As she got closer to it, she wrinkled her nose and dropped it back down. "It's smelly in here. I'm glad us kits don't have to clean this up."
'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 22:24:28 GMT -5
Peonymist's expression grew frosty enough that it was a wonder it didn't begin to snow, but as soon as she realized it she covered it with a placid smile. "Never you fear, little one, my warrior duties aren't in any danger of being missed." There was a definite note of self-loathing in her voice, but to a kit it wouldn't be clear. When Powderkit began to whine about the smell, some of the darkness in Peonymist's gaze disappeared and she gave the little kit a knowing look. "I know, silly. That's why I asked you to pick up the clean moss. The last thing I need is the medicine cat getting on my tail for getting you sick! You pick up the clean, and I'll take out the dirty. Deal?"
Powderkit nodded fervently. "Deal!" She scampered over to the moss, sniffing around for a piece that smelled the best. "Like this one?"
The tortoiseshell began dragging that one toward the nursery instead. As she passed by the warrior, she noticed something odd about the older cat's leg. Powderkit was very curious.
"-hat appened to your leg?" she tried to say around her mouthful of moss.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 26, 2020 15:11:38 GMT -5
Peonymist laughed, dropping her moss. "From the mouths of babes," she murmured, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. "What happened to my leg?" she repeated, shaking her haunches so the worthless hind leg moved a bit. "I was born like this, actually. My mother had trouble birthing me so my leg was injured from the moment I entered this world." She knew injuries could be frightening to kits, though, and wanted to make sure Powderkit knew it was okay. "You can touch it, if you like. It's just a hind leg like any other. It doesn't hurt, and there's nothing wrong with it except that I can't really feel it. It does mean that I can't leave camp very often, though."
She would have never talked so candidly about her leg in the presence of others, but kits brought out a patience and understanding no other cat did. Powderkit didn't know any better, and she deserved the truth, not some flowery lie to protect her ego.
Powderkit gently prodded at the she-cat's hind leg. It was just a leg after all.
She wrinkled up her face in thought. "You can't leave camp often, but they still made you a warrior?" She considered this carefully, but felt too scared to ask the question that was at the tip of her tongue.
The kit yanked the moss back up again and dragged it into the nursery, laying it down on a bare part of the ground. She was so talkative usually, but for once, she felt embarassed about what she wanted to say. But oh, why not. No one else was around to hear her anyway.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Powderkit poked her head back out of the nursery. She was fidgeting, mainly because she was afraid to hear the answer. "I have problems with...with my breathing. It's hard for me. I can't even run."
The kit looked down at her paws and shuffled them. Her tail drooped. "I was scared they wouldn't let me be a warrior because of it." Then her head shot back up and cocked to the side. "But you have a problem and they let you do it anyway! Maybe they'll let me, too?"
Peonymist saw the question in Powderkit's eyes, but saw her swallow it and was happy to let the kit mull over her thoughts when she spoke up again. She considered the kit's question as she pulled another patch of dirty moss up and placed it outside. How would she explain this? Her own bitterness about her condition made it hard for her to keep an open mind about how to answer, but she refused to be the one who made Powderkit feel badly.
She turned back around after a second and sat down, deciding it was a conversation to be had. "Sit down for a second," she mewed, motioning towards the clean moss she had just sat down. "So you have trouble breathing, huh? I bet that's frustrating when you're trying to play with your friends, right? Well let me tell you a little secret - anyone can be a warrior. There are so many different ways to help our clan, and they aren't all hunting or fighting. Like this." She motioning to the den, smelling better already from their cleaning efforts. "If we weren't doing this, you kits would have to sleep on dirty moss. I help our medicine cats sort herbs, help the elders to groom themselves, and so many other little things that help keep the camp the way we like it." She lowered her voice. "I will admit that it's hard sometimes because it feels like no one notices what I do, but I know in my heart that I'm doing my best for the clan, and that makes it worth it. So if you have trouble breathing, that's fine! You'll be a fine warrior someday, Powderkit!"
Powderkit perked back up hearing the she-cat's words. Hesitantly, she scooted to closer to the warrior and leaned her tiny head against her flank.
"I'm noticing what you do now," she meowed. "Thanks for cleaning our den."
Her little heart was warm. She looked up to this fantastic warrior who found ways to help the clan despite other factors. Suddenly, she was thrilled at the idea that flew through her head. The kitten leaped to her feet, tail shaking with excitement.
"I can help you with other duties, too, if ya want! And I could learn even more from you if -"
Powderkit cut herself off. She suddenly felt something shy inside her. It was quite unlike her to not speak her mind, but what if this warrior thought she was stupid for even asking? After all, it wasn't a warrior that decided this sort of thing. But the kit pushed on.
"-ifyou'dteachmeasmymentor?" Her words came out jumbled up, and she thumped down onto the ground, sitting a bit further away from Peonymist now.
_ ooc; absolutely no worries on the late reply, I've been incredibly busy and had to take an absence anyway! thanks for rp-ing with me c: Peonymist is very sweet
{ { aww tysm! powderkit is super cute and I think she and peony will be a good mentor/apprentice pair cx } }
Peonymist went stiff when Powderkit leaned against her flank, unsure what to do. Most cats found her disfiguration off-putting, but the kit just leaned against her like nothing was different. She was still shocked when Powderkit's rapid-fire proposal flew at her, leading her speechless. Her? A mentor? She swallowed the mirthless laugh fighting its way up and instead forced herself to consider it. She could always ask Thistlestar on the kit's behalf, but why would their leader say yes? What could an apprentice learn from a cat that couldn't hunt, couldn't fight? It wasn't a good idea, not by any stretch. Still, there might be some way of accommodating it so she kept from denying it flat out. Maybe an audience with Thistlestar was in order.
"Your help with my other duties would be gratefully appreciated," she began, easing in with a positive at first. "But...I'm not a warrior, Powderkit. Not in the traditional sense, at least. Your breathing problems can be aided with herbs and training, but my leg will never be normal. I don't know the first thing about hunting or fighting, and so I'd be useless as a mentor to you." She exhaled and closed her eyes, unable to meet the disappointment she knew was waiting for her in Powderkit's face. "I'll talk to Thistlestar and see what we can do about it, but I suggest you don't get your hopes up. I'm sure you'll get a strong, kind mentor to help you reach your full potential, little one."
Powderkit's face fell the longer Peonymist spoke. By the end of her response, the she-kit was sullen and no longer her usual talkative self. She wordlessly continued dragging around the moss as the warrior had been showing her, not stopping until she absolutely had to catch a breath. The kit wheezed and gasped for air, having exerted herself too much in a fit of childish temper. She snuck a glance at the lame she-cat, realizing that her behavior wasn't exactly respectful. Powderkit didn't want to get into trouble for being rude, and she honestly didn't want to hurt Peonymist's feelings either. Eventually, she pawed at her ears in embarrassment, mumbling, "I don't think any other mentor will get it. Anyway, is there something else I can help you with? I can be your fourth leg, Peonymist."
Peonymist watched as the kit huffed and ignored her, the hurt feeling welling up inside quickly smothered with self-loathing. Even kits knew enough to be angry at her for her leg, she thought glumly, wishing she'd been able to keep the small she-kit as a friend for longer than one conversation. She had contented herself with the idea of being ignored by Powderkit until her chore was done, and was surprised when the kit spoke up after a bit.
"If another mentor doesn't get it," she mewed, a note of protectiveness in her voice, "They'll have to answer to me and Calamitystar. You will be their apprentice for better or for worse, and if they're unable to grasp the simple concept of lung problems, they should be cuffed and demoted back to apprentices. Trust me, Powderkit, whoever gets you as their apprentice will be lucky to have you." She meant the words and they rang with a genuineness that she rarely imparted her words with.
At the mention of Powderkit being her fourth leg, Peonymist had to blink back the mist growing in her eyes. "Little one," she began after taking a deep breath to gather her thoughts. "You are pure of heart and intentions, and act far beyond your age. After we finish with this moss, go play. Go have fun! StarClan knows once you're promoted it'll be all chore, all the time. You'll miss this time, I know you will."
Powderkit's ear twitched at Peonymist's words. The she-cat was so kind to her, and Powderkit was very thankful that she had gotten to know this warrior. She thought about what she might do after they were finished with the moss and her thoughts drifted to her siblings. Perhaps playing would be alright, and if her future involved a lot of cleaning, maybe it was better to enjoy her time after all. The tiny kit continued the task until she was tired out. While she hadn't done nearly as much of the work as Peonymist, Powderkit was proud of what she had been able to do anyway. She brushed against the she-cat and purred, "Thank you for talking with me, Peonymist. You made me feel a lot better." Powderkit began to scamper away, but she turned her head to look back at the calico. "And I think you're wrong," she added, uncaring if it was rude anymore. "I think Thistlestar will surprise you." With that, the she-kit took off to hunt down her siblings.
