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Post by Dortmund on Jan 3, 2016 6:19:28 GMT
The WindClan medicine cat was out in the rolling, open moors of her clans territory. Ever since she was appointed to full medicine cat, and especially at her young age, she knew many had their doubts about her. She was still one moon older than the average starting age for apprentices. But with Mapleshine's sudden death, she had to step up in her spot. No one was there to train her, and Wheatpaw wasn't near as experienced as she was. When life and your clan called, you have to answer. And that was what she did.
Littlepine had been going on trips for herbs more so than needed, and she knew if Blackmoon, or even worse, Aknew, found out she was out so frequently without the protection of a warrior or atleast well trained apprentice she'd be scolded. Oh, but the urge to prove herself constantly was tugging at her heart and effecting her gut. She just wanted to be decent enough for her clan. So she planned out everything accordingly, built up the supply to new proportions, got everything any healing cat would need for their clan and then some... she worked too hard. If only Mapleshine survived the badger, maybe she wouldnt be stressing out like she did and pushing herself so needlessly.
For a moment, the thoughts roaring in her head caused her to zone out, her gaze to go blank. It was the prick of a raspberry leaf that helped her regain her sense and snap out of it. "Argh." Littlepine released an agitated huff, plopping herself down and just sitting their idly for a minute or so. |
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Post by Daxter on Jan 3, 2016 7:47:58 GMT
Daxter had found himself wandering outside of camp, a rather irritated huff escaping him as a few curses would slip after such. He found some of the felines so irritating- especially that 'Aknew' guy. It eas getting better, but all he could think was 'How the hell did my daughter get shacked up with that?' It was probably a question that was left unsaid, because it wasn't like he'd receive the sort of answer he wanted. Another irritated huff.
The brute lazily dragged his paws across the ground, stirring up leaves and small sticks and what not in his wake. The frost that was about on the ground would make him give way to a delighted shudder every now and then, just because he enjoyed the way that it rubbed against his pawpads. It was almost perfect. Until the brute turned his head slightly, his ears perked, scarred and furry, swiveling about. It sounded like another cat had made a move. Smelled like another cat was here. But it held that WindClan scent- Littlepine? After a few moments of sniffing, and ear twitching he would begin looking around until he spotted the shecat. Didn't say anything, just stared at the little shit. Didn't even bring a warrior or apprentice with her. Unattended. What was she thinking? Of course, Daxter couldn't tell.
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Post by Dortmund on Jan 3, 2016 8:06:56 GMT
It was almost, after a few moments, she could sense the toms glare nearly burn a hole in her; an odd, eerie feeling arose inside and she was whipping around into a crouch, her tail giving a lash. Her face scrunched up for the slightest moment until she realized who it was after a few seconds slipped by. "Oh. Daxter," she murmured, loosening up and returning to a normal standing position. However, Littlepines ears were already inching down towards the fur that lined her skull to pin against. This was the situation she was trying to avoid, after all.
"What are you doing here?" she questioned sharply, somewhat giving the same glare he gave her in the very beginning of this encounter. Would he point it out, her lack of someone with her? He didnt seem like the type, but then again she didnt really know him all that well, not enough to predict his actions. The she-cat could feel the beginnings of a scowl tugging at the corners of her maw, not to mention another huff eagerly wanting to escape her lungs. But, she kept quiet. |
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Post by Daxter on Jan 3, 2016 8:16:56 GMT
"Hunting." Daxter meowed, an ear twitching, almost irritably at the femmora. Of course, he would direct the same question back at her, as he lifted a forepaw, stirring a frozen leaf about before he asked what he intended before. "What are you doing here, eh?" He asked, a sneer beginning to melt into his features. "Wondering about without an escort." Daxter added, leaving out a rather snarky comment. About the fact that she was barely a full medicine cat. Sure, she may be one, but only because Mapleshine had a died. If he wasn't in front of this unknown shecat, he probably would've just flopped down lifelessly and moped about. It would be a while before he got over her. But that wasn't the issue.
"Why don't you have an escort, hm?" The brute would question again, within the span of only a few mere seconds of the first question. As new as he was, he was quite sure medicine cats, if that's what Littlepine was, required escorts. Upon the questions, Daxter found his tone of voice a bit harsh, as it always was. But harsher, grumpier. Huskier. He didn't bother changing it though- actually didn't bother changing anything except for his position. He was sitting now, neatly, yet impatiently. His teal gaze narrowed to slits, eyeing the female. Letting his glare melt into hers.
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Post by Dortmund on Jan 3, 2016 8:26:06 GMT
Another example of why you shouldnt think the best of people - of course, he just had to bug her about it. Littlepine raked her mind for an answer, finally just muttering something short of an actual reason. "Because I dont need one, thats why." Finally the waiting huff escaped her maw and she was lowering herself down to take a seat, tail flicking in slight irritation. "You're sounding a bit like a broken record, Daxter. Are you sure your mind isnt clouded?" Maybe she could get him to stray off topic. It was a desperate attempt, but the femme could only try.
Though, that was until a new thought came to her. "If you think I need one, surely you could stay and linger around? You certainly seem like a strict enforcer of the rules," Littlepine suggested, sarcasm somewhat lacing her voice despite her attempts to somewhat hide it. "I mean, surely you have the time to be out here all day, right?" She had a little glimmer of hope now. Daxter seemed impatient, even now, and definitely didnt want to be wasting his time. |
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Post by Blackmoon on Jan 3, 2016 8:47:56 GMT
Blackmoon had slugged herself over near the familiar scents, her optics gloomy her tail dropped low, as she got closer the recognized the scents or Dexter and Littlepine. She came over and greeted both with a 'mew' but seeing they were in conversation she sat, knowing the expressions on the cats faces it wasn't a good conversation.
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Post by Daxter on Jan 3, 2016 17:12:01 GMT
"As if I wasn't already going to." Daxter said, rather than an irritated look, his usual dead. stoic expression would melt in. He would refuse to give way to irritation again, portray his emotions again. Like he'd let a little shecat get on his nerves. Pah. "And for the record, I'm fine." The brute added with an obvious snort at the end. He ignored how she claimed that "she didn't need an escort", and simply got up. He could only ponder for a minute how awkward he felt- which would likely explain why he wasn't a very socialable person. In all honesty it made him drift into the question of how he had kits before he snapped back to reality.
The ashy hued tom would plant his glare on Littlepine once more, his ears twitching. "Get up. You shouldn't be dilly dallying." He meowed, an almost disgusted look overcoming him when he realized that Blackmoon was there. It was such a delayed action, that he inwardly cringed at himself; disgusted by himself in that moment. Regardless if the feline was his deputy, he shot her a sidelong glance and a "Aye."
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Post by mason on Apr 26, 2016 19:36:31 GMT
dune screams and stretches leggy
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