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Post by Hellion on Nov 1, 2012 23:01:30 GMT -5
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I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style]
[style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ Now finally returned home, Swanfeather had ran around the camp like she had no tail. She went back and forth, between finding dry leave to store herbs on, she was in Rookfrost's debt for giving her to many herbs. It was a StarClan miracle that he had some to give her, now it wasn't as much as she need to maintain a large clan such as RainClan, but it was a start. With the accidents that happened during the storm, were many but most were simple cures, besides the cure for the lack of extra paws. Her dreams that were filled with a tabby cat that always seemed to flicker just out of earshot. Swanfeather knew deep in her gut that it was sign from StarClan. It was just the lack of direction that she needed to find that cat in her dreams.
Returning to her den she flashed a greeting toward the apprentice that was resting in a nest, Flickerpaw the apprentice that has the tree land on him, Swanfeather glanced at him only shortly before exiting her den again. There was nothing she could do for his mangled leg, it was a fact of life, she felt as if she failed but it was StarClan's way, Flickerpaw might never be a warrior.
Shrugging her shoulders she left the entrance way of her den and toward the fresh-kill pile, her belly rumbled as she picked up two small fish, turning to her den she placed one at Flickerpaw's paws and turned to eat her own. " Eat you need to keep your strength up." Swanfeather said sternly eating her own fish slowly, savoring every bite. [/style]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2012 10:29:11 GMT -5
Ever since he lost Featherpaw, the tom had been even more out of his mind that usual. He would often find himself staring off into the distance for an entire day, remembering spending his time admiring her. He felt that, if anything, he should have been the one killed. It wasn't fair to her; she had always been the strong one, the dedicated one, and yet he was the one who had survived.
Flickepaw was having one of daydreams when Swanfeather appeared, bringing him food for the day. Flickerpaw's ears flattened, somewhat embarrassed. "Thank you," the tom meowed softly, glancing at his mangled leg. He knew that there was no hope for it, and as much as he wished that Swanfeather could heal him, he knew that this wound was probably beyond her power.
The tom ate slowly, shifting around to try and eat more comfortably, but no matter what he did, he could still feel the uncomfortable weight of his useless leg. The apprentice's clear blue eyes focused on Swanfeather, and he stopped eating for a moment, just staring at her. Flickerpaw noticed that she seemed tired; it was a hard duty to be a medicine cat, especially in times like this when so many things had happened, and Flickerpaw wished he could help her. Even if he was useless as a warrior, the tom wanted to comfort her, though he didn't know how.
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Post by Hellion on Nov 3, 2012 16:21:56 GMT -5
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I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style]
[style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ Finishing off the last piece of her own meal, she used her left paw to clean her face, the bones a collected pile to her right. In somewhat of a daze, Swanfeathered watched Flickerpaw eat, he was slow but Swanfeather understood why, the death of his den-mate would take it's toll on the young tom. Even if she couldn't do anything for him emotionally, she still hadn't gotten over he dead mate, surely she couldn't teach him how to either.
Shrugging she retunred to her paws, flicking her paws she looked toward her herb storage and sighed. It was far to late in the season for anymore herbs, now all she had left to do was relax. Yes! She was finally all caught up with her tasks, aside from finding an appretince, however as the thought crossed her mind she stared at Flickerpaw.
In the dimness of her den, a single beam of light landed on the tom-cat, it was dull and if she hadn't been used to it being fairly dimmer side of the den, where injuried cats rested, she'd would have never noticed. The single beam of life flickered from the moment of the reeds above her den, causing a flickering affect on the tabby tom, just like her dream, minus of course in her dream the cat walked away from her.
"It's you! You are the cat in my dream" Swanfeather exclaimed, looking from the beam of light that barely flicked over his pelt now. "You are the cat that is to be the new medicine cat of RainClan, my appretince." Swanfeather went on to say, turning quickly on her heels she ventured into her den and pulled out a bundle of fish bones, a oddly old looking bundle of leaves. Tossing it up into the air she waited as it crashed on the floor of her den, the bones scattered and most of them scattered toward Flickerpaw, a tail bone pointing toward him. "It's true, StarClan has chosen you." Swanfeather spoke quickly as she covered the distance from her to Flickerpaw, her eyes wide with excitement. "Get up we need to get to Moon Tree soon, that way I can start training you. I assume you can limp with that leg, it's not torn off." She spoke curtly, not allowing him to wallow in the fact his legs was close to useless. [/style]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2012 16:51:26 GMT -5
Flickerpaw flinched as Swanfeather looked up at him, her eyes wide, and wondered if she had been bothered by his staring. He wasn't prepared for the exclamation the she-cat made, surprised to see the medicine cat suddenly so sure of herself. "M-me?" Flickerpaw spoke hesitantly, his deep blue eyes becoming thoughtful.
The tom listened to the medicine cat's raving, at first thinking she was crazy. Flickerpaw was barely able to pay attention in his usual lessons as a warrior, how would Swanfeather expect him, who was nearly old enough to be a warrior, to have to learn all the skills of medicine cat? Yet, Swanfeather didn't seem to have any doubt in her decision.
"Oh, alright," the tom meowed meekly, his gaze trailing after Swanfeather. He was convinced that the medicine cat was mistaken, but he didn't voice his concern. The thought had occurred to him that this could be the way to help his Clan; he figured he wouldn't make a suitable warrior, but now what worried him was StarClan's approval. He flinched once more in surprise as Swanfeather threw the bones of her prey, and stared in shock as they aligned in a pattern toward him.
Following the medicine cat's demand, Flickerpaw got to his feet, walking carefully toward her. He still was not used to living with the mangled leg, but he did his best, hobbling along and trying to ignore the seizes of pain that plagued his rear. "Yes, Swanfeather," he meowed obediently, ears flat. "Moontree..." he echoed quietly. Though he had been an apprentice for awhile, he hadn't the chance to ever visit the place. Patrols escorted medicine cats there for the half-moon, but he had never been on one.
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Post by Hellion on Nov 3, 2012 21:37:34 GMT -5
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[style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style]
[style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ Swanfeather sat down in front of him, flicking her tail for him to do the same. She dropped her gaze and cleared her head, trying now to be a little more polite, after all his entire life had just changed with her say so.
Looking down she took in a deep breath and looked at him and gave a oddly warm look toward him. "Do you even want to Flickerpaw?' She asked respectfully.
Swanfeather looked to her left, deeper toward her den. She missed her mentor, there was no doubt about that, she wanted the extra help. The flood that had destroyed her herb storage was devastating, she was never again going to be that helpless, the last time she was helpless she watched her mate die.
However as she waited for the tom in front of her to answer her, she brought back her stern and calculating face, never again would she feel helpless. [/style]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2012 22:36:43 GMT -5
Flickerpaw hesitated, not knowing how to respond to the question. He had always looked forward to becoming a warrior; he would have been willing to fight and die for RainClan. It was his home, his family, his whole world. The tom's eyes flipped close, and he envisioned himself a warrior, with Featherpaw beside him.
That dream had been snatched away from him, and a deep pang struck the apprentice's heart, but when his eyes re-opened the tom had a proper response. "I'll do whatever is best for RainClan," Flickerpaw meowed firmly, resolved to follow through with his promise. "If you'll guide me Swanfeather, I know I can help everyone."
As Flickerpaw spoke, his thoughts began to wander off again. Apparently, StarClan had approved of him, but what would Honeydew say? Or Shallowpaw? Or... not even the Clan leader. RainClan was in a bad situation with the storms and the flooding, it was much more than RainClan had even been able to deal with in the past. And Flickerpaw had committed himself to the Clan through it all.
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Post by Hellion on Nov 5, 2012 0:09:23 GMT -5
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[style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style]
[style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ His answer wasn't the she was looking for, however she understood why answered in such way. From his birth Flickerpaw was groomed to be a warrior, it was over all very natural for him to feel as if he being pushed down a path he didn't want to follow, but not matter what he was now on the path, he also had big paw-steps to follow in according to Swanfeather.
She squared her shoulder and looked at him her bright blue eyes filled with a respectful sparkle. "Your new journey as a Medicine Cat apprentice will not be easy. You will feel tired and worn down. Other times you will feel over the top and full of energy. You will watch a cat die before your eyes. No medicine cat no matter how great is able to save everyone. I, Swanfeather will do my very best to teach you all that I know, it's up to you to learn what I can't teach. Swanfeather paused for a moment, letting her deeper more emotional speech sink in.
"On your own Flickerpaw you will learn how to manage your time. You will learn by yourself but it takes to be an asset to your clan not a burden. You alone will learn what you can handle while also keeping your sanity. You alone will know what makes you weak and you alone will know what makes you strong. Not in physical body but your spiritual and emotional side as well." Swanfeather kept her stern tone of voice her tail flicking at every pause.
"You leg is not an excuse on becoming a medicine cat. StarClan chose you to become a medicine cat. If any cats give you trouble then they are not true warriors, they are cowards." Swanfeather said rising up to touch her nose to Flickerpaw's forehead. "You will train harder and longer than a warrior to because you will for the rest of your life carry the lives of cats in your paws. You are the cat between life and death." With those final words Swanfeather rose to her paws and gave him a wishful glance. "After you have think it over come outside, I'll be waiting for you." Swanfeather meowed leaving her den. [/style]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2012 22:37:30 GMT -5
Although Flickerpaw was somewhat overwhelmed by the she-cat's words, he also felt a stirring of excitement within him. What implications did the role of a medicine cat hold? More than anything else, the tom was curious, but he knew that if he made the decision to follow in Swanfeather's footsteps, there would be no chance of turning back.
The tom's wide blue eyes traced the medicine cat's movements as she disappeared out of the hollow. She was strong; as strong as any warrior, Flickerpaw realized, and he already admired her for it. Taking a step forward, the apprentice tried to follow her, but cringed. It was the leg again. "That's not an excuse," the tom repeated to himself. As much as he wished that he could have all four legs working again, the apprentice knew he had to deal with the pain.
He vaguely wondered what would have happened if he had been named a medicine cat from the beginning. Perhaps, if he hadn't been on that patrol, Honeydew would have pushed Featherpaw out of the way instead. Perhaps she could have lived to become a warrior. It was unfair, but Flickerpaw tried to push the thoughts out of his mind.
There was nothing he could do about his sister; but Shallowpaw was still alive, and so was Honeydew, and so many other Clanmates. Flickerpaw swore to himself that he would help others where he had failed Featherpaw, and began dragging himself out of the medicine cat's den with a renewed resolve. The tom puffed his chest out a bit and tried to contain his pain, meowing directly to Swanfeather, "I'm ready."
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Post by Hellion on Nov 6, 2012 13:55:10 GMT -5
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[style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style]
[style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ Swanfeather waited outside, sitting there she waited, knowing that the tom was contemplating what he was going to doi. It was a big step, however it was step that Swanfeather never really had to take. From her early kit-hood days, Swanfeather had always been drawn to the medicine cat den, Smokeyowl always welcomed her into her into his den, it was her home away from her nursery days.
Swanfeather felt it was important Flickerpaw had a true choice, so she simply waited. It wasn't as long as she expected until Flickerpaw came limping did Swanfeather smile, he was ready. Rising to her paws and touched her nose to his forehead again, a very faint purr.
Tomorrow we will go to moontree and you will become Flickerpaw, medicine cat apprentice." Swanfeather meowed, flicking her tail slowly, she looked at his mangled legs. "I think it be wise for you to walk around camp, figure out how you will walk with that leg." Swanfeather said, before flicking her tail and dismissing him as she headed back in her den to make the traveling herbs. [/style]
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[style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;] table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2012 23:07:56 GMT -5
The tom acknowledged the medicine cat's words with an enthusiastic nod. He was elated, though somewhat intimidated, by the chance to meet his warrior ancestors. With a respectful and awkward bow, Flickerpaw watched as Swanfeather disappeared back into her den.
With a heave of breath, the tom tested his weight on his leg, flinching just as soon as it contacted the earth. The tom clenched his jaw, trying not to howl at the pain, and let his leg dangle uselessly again. Flickerpaw wished he had lost the use of it completely instead of just turning it into deadweight, but it was what it was.
The tom limped a little bit more confidently than before, trying to get used to the feeling of walking. Of course, the trek to MoonTree would be much tougher than Flickerpaw's limping in circles around camp, but the tom knew he didn't have much time to prepare. He would have to suck it up and show Swanfeather that he had the resilience to follow in her footsteps as a medicine cat, and more importantly, lend his Clan all of his strength.
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