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Harvestcharm had spent his morning trying to look his best before leaving the den and realizing the extra added effort was too extra. From there it was an extra fifteen minutes to get that perfect, I-Don't-Care-About-My-Look, but still keep an almost artistic messy, just got out of bed look. Once that was accomplished he stepped over to the medicine cat den. Taking a breath he walked in, "Hey Brakewings, I'm here for the usual," He said with an extra layer of shyness. He had never asked for the usual before, but he had been coming in daily for chamomile and thyme so like, he probably knew what that meant.
Tapping his manicured, painted black claws onto the stone he asked, "So, anyone throw themselves at your paws yet, realizing they're at your mercy? I didn't catch the line of people that must have been begging for forgiveness when you came back initially as medicine cat."
Brakewings stared at the two leaves in front of his paws. He was sorting herbs, but his mind was sluggish, and it took a conscious effort to focus on the toothed edge of the leaf on the left and the smooth edges of the lobes on the right leaf. Right, this must be one of the sugar maples that Vixenkismet had left him, wherever she had gotten it. He pushed the left leaf into the discard pile. As the tired tom reached for another leaf, he was distracted by the sound of a new cat entering the den, and Brakewings was never so relieved to have a patient.
"Hey, Harvestcharm," the ginger medicine cat greeted as he rose to his paws. His eyes narrowed for a moment, recalling the treatment before he set about gathering the herbs. "Would you believe I haven't had a single cat come to apologize to me? It's like they've forgotten how they treated me." He pulled out a bundle of thyme and plucked off a few small leaves, one by one. "I was there when some of those cats were born, but they act like they haven't even met me. It's a good thing I don't hold a grudge," Brakewings mused wryly, crossing the den to lie the thyme and camomile at the warrior's paws.
"Not even the Immortal Council members? Well I guess if that happened you would have mentioned it," Harvestcharm said in a deflated tone. The situation hit closer to his heart then he expected. After all he was a part of the same litter as the DayClan kits, but they always acted like they were better than him. Like he would always be a bit more dumb about the world because he came from the Sun God worshiping clan. Autumn always gave him and his sister a talking to if they acted out, but his DayClan siblings never seemed to be scolded for how they behaved. They were always excused for being troubled, having a traumatizing revelation. What about the fact that him and his sister were literally cursed, had to leave their home and take refuge in an unknown clan?
Glowstar had created a culture of kindness, but it always seemed members roped into her family used that as a weapon. If you weren't them, if you were a little imperfect or sly and weren't cute enough to be attractive to the Eerie's you were a threat waiting to happen, it wasn't fair.
"Hey don't worry, you don't have to hold grudges, because I'll hold onto them for you. Maybe we can play a prank on DayClan, put off a stink bomb and we can both conveniently be out collecting herbs when it happens?" Harvestcharm suggested.
Certainly not the Council. Goldenphantom and Fia Cellindrion had stabbed him in the back, demoted him after he had voted them into leadership, and their family treated him with contempt. Goldenphantom hadn't hesitated to strip away his destiny and place a known prisoner in his place; why would she have the guts, the respect, to speak to him afterward? His claws flexed in the dirt and he had to consciously sheathe them so he didn't put holes in the herbs he was gathering.
Brakewings laughed at the idea. Stink bombs weren't really his style, but he appreciated that someone was willing to fight for him. It was nice to have one cat in the clan that saw the injustice in his situation. "I do have plenty of herbs that would do the deed," he mused, "we could scatter them around camp, make them harder to clean up." Yet he knew the plan wasn't realistic. "But I don't want my kits to be trapped in that."
"Yeah... But it's fine, we can just do their den instead of a communal one," He said stirring his paw in the ground, "But probably not a good idea either."
Harvestcharm glanced back at Brakewings before catching his eyes. Nervously he swerved his gaze away. He needed some other reason to hangout with Brakewings or else he was just some weirdo who wouldn't leave the medicine cat alone. "Maybe we could sneak onto NightClan's territory and steal herbs?"
Why were all of his suggestions bad ones that led into trouble!? He didn't even prank people or tread on other clans lands, why was he suggesting it like he didn't do anything else, but dangerous activities?
"Uh-Unless you have another idea, just feels like a slow day, y'know?"
Brakewings openly stared back at him, his brow furrowing. He could see Harvestcharm was holding back, but he didn't know why. What was he trying to hide? Didn't he know he could trust him with anything? He opened his mouth to tell him that, but feeling a little silly, Brakewings changed his mind.
"If they caught us, we'd be in so much trouble," he sighed as he finally looked away. His paws itched to be in motion, though. It had been a while since he'd let loose, and what better way than a high-stakes stealthy trip behind enemy lines? A fight would loosen the stress from his muscles.
"I am running low on some herbs that don't grow here," he meowed slowly, unable to believe he was really considering this. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to look around. We could talk to Ahava Vairocana if we see her."
"Oh yeah, maybe, she always seems kind of weird, no offense to her, but probably just cause I haven't talked to her," He shrugged, but was all too glad that Brakewings had said yes to even focus much on that.
