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Post by tangy on Dec 9, 2008 18:06:59 GMT -5
A s h c l a w [/font] The marshes…seriously?
He had had a lot on his mind for the past few days. A lot is an understatement.
Ashclaw shook his head furiously. He needed to pay a lot more attention before he let his paws take him anywhere. He usually liked where he ended up, but for right now, he felt strange and out of place. As he thought about it a little more, a small grin stretched across his place. Of course this place was perfect; not many Riverclan cats came to the marshes during bare leaf because no cat likes to get wet in the freezing cold. Just thinking about what season it was made Ashclaw shiver, but he was glad his paws chose a place where no cats would be. His wet paws were only a little uncomfortable, and he knew that soon enough, he would be forever consumed in the issue ahead.
Instead of moving his thoughts forward, Ashclaw decided to think again about what was bothering him. He hunted just a few days ago in a perfectly normal mood. It was a mystery for him as to why he was in such a low mood. He shifted his paws uncomfortably; it couldn’t have been about that cat. Yes, that cat.
She was gorgeous. Just seeing her eyes made him happy. These thoughts were forbidden, because he was positive that she was from another clan…unless she had sneaked into camp. I must hurry back [/color], he thought wildly. Ashclaw stopped himself short. He shouldn’t get his hopes up all over again. He sighed raggedly as the freezing cold wind whipped around him, seeping through his undercoat. He thought that it would be enough to keep him warm, but obviously not. Ashclaw turned his head slowly to his side. He would forget about her once and for all. Surely a she-cat who made him feel this strongly wasn’t healthy for him. He could already see the bad things that she put him through, and he didn’t even know her. As he thought about it, Ashclaw realized that he never had really noticed the other she-cats in the clan. Completely forgetting about the other cat, he began thinking about his clanmates. He was so selfish to be down over something as stupid as this. Finally getting his thoughts straight, Ashclaw smiled slightly, sighing again. It was a good feeling when he sorted himself out. He felt as if a burden had been lifted from his haunches. He didn’t mind the small hurt that accompanied him because the uncomfortable feeling of the marshes began to get at him. He lifted his right paw irritably, but didn’t move much. He needed a while longer away from his clan before returning back. [/blockquote] ooc;;
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Post by streampaw on Dec 9, 2008 21:19:33 GMT -5
S.t.r.e.a.m.HEART
[/size] Leaf-bare. It had become her favorite time somehow. Normally, a medicine cat like herself would hate this time. No herbs. No plants. She would have to work from what she had. Cats coming to her, sick with everything that they can catch. But it was still beautiful. All was calm. Quiet. It was strange for one such as her to find the positives about such a barren period. Sure, there was little fresh-kill. Sure, many cats would grow ill and come to her, expecting fresh herbs for their illness. And sure, some cats might die. But all was well with her soul. Streamheart bounded into the marshes with very little on her mind. She was happy, sort of. Well, not really happy. Just not sad or anything else. Right now, she just was. But she didn't care yet. She leaped through the cold wet of the marsh, shivering slightly as the cold seeped into the gray-blue fur of her paws. But something called her to a hasty halt. Ashclaw, one of Riverclan's warriors, was out here alone, standing in the marsh. "Hello Ashclaw. What are you doing out here?" she asked, her soft voice barely a whisper. Gray skies stretched above them, bringing light snow surely. She glanced at the gray beyond, her bright blue eyes standing out. She lowered her head slowly, bringing her attention back to Ashclaw before suddenly shifting it elsewhere. She looked behind her, back toward the camp. "What do you think will happen to the clan, Ashclaw? We're so small..... What if something attacks us? Like dogs..... Or another clan....? I don't know if I can handle something like that..... I'm the medicine cat, I know. I should know how to handle this..... I trained all the time as a kit, but now I think about it...... I'm so much younger that others..... I'm barely older than an apprentice.... How can I......" She cut herself off, catching her suddenly worried ramble in the start. With a sigh, she stared at her delicate blue paws. She wanted to seek help from a mentor, like she always did, but Sweetfeather wasn't here anymore. She had no one to ask. No one else in the clan knew about her special art in healing. No one knew what to do. It was her first leaf-bare by herself. She had no one to stand beside her anymore. Not even an apprentice. "I don't know why I think you can help me, but I just don't know what to do anymore..... This is my first leaf-bare alone. I don't have an apprentice or a mentor anymore. It's just me.... I'm..... Alone.... For once...." she said softly, her eyes still on her wet paws. Suddenly I feel so small..... So.... Useless..... In the way..... Without a purpose..... I'm helpless..... Pathetic.... A sad excuse for what I should be.... Worthless.OOC: This is private for me, Fernie-Luff! ^^ [/blockquote][/color][/sub] |
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Post by tangy on Dec 20, 2008 12:32:06 GMT -5
Ashclaw jumped slightly, not knowing what to feel at the moment. He was caught up in his thoughts about the she-cat that he loved, and now someone was interrupting him? He didn't know if he should feel angry or grateful, but before he could say anything, a soft, sweet voice made him stop and think about what he was doing.
He slowly turned his head to Streamheart, the Riverclan medicine cat. The one that he was thinking about. The one that he loved. His previous emotions completely disappeared as he looked at the she-cat calmly, his eyes trying to understand what she was going through. He never really undestood how hard being a medicine cat was, but he always wanted to understand.
He was about to respond to her fist question when she kept going. Just knowing that she was asking him for some sense of understanding lifted his spirits, but they were soon forgotten as she began to talk about her worries and problems. I wish I could make them go away,
[/color] he thought, keeping a concerned face as he listened to her carefully. "Streamheart,"[/color] he mewed, looking at her carefully, "nothing will happen to the clan." He looked at her with all seriousness, wanting her to know that it was all going to be okay. But that could never happen, because she was the medicine cat. It was forbidden for her to love anyone; and besides, if she could love anyone, it certainly would not be him. "And you're doing a wonderful job as medicine cat. I'm sure you could handle anything." His voice sounded so sure, and he suddenly had full confidence in this medicine cat. He quietly thanked starclan for sending her to him right now, and thought about another way that he could help. "Tell me..what's wrong? His eyes showed worry and concern for whatever was on her mind. He wanted to make her feel better, and that's what he was going to do.[/blockquote] ooc;; I'm so sorry that took so long! THANK YOU for your patience in meh :3[/size] |
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