Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2014 7:17:48 GMT -5
fernpaw.
In absolute darkness, the young medicine cat apprentice was nudged awake and pushed to her paws. It was not the sun's friendly and insistent rays that urged her to begin her day, but routine forged in necessity. The past season had turned the blind she-cat on edge. Fernpaw had been apprenticed to Swanfeather at the worst -- or oppositely, best, time. In the midst of her training, a vicious epidemic of green cough had tried her retention and short term memory skills. Herbs that the she-cat had just learned were put in use -- catmint at first, then chickweed and feverfew when their stores of catmint had run dry. The RainClanners ran out of catmint quite quickly, and Fernpaw's work changed from healing the sick to ensuring that those ill were as comfortable as they could be in death's grip. In the past moon, waking up from a night's sleep meant a time to see who had managed to survive the night.
Those days had passed. The announcement of Newleaf had chased away illness and left the ravaged clan shaky on their feet. The return of the sun brought Fernpaw joy and excitement for what she could learn in the days to come. "Swanfeather?" Fernpaw's quiet voice resounded in the den with curious insistence. Though Fernpaw had adjusted to life without sight, sometimes it was easier to ask about things rather than discover for herself. The apprentice had no idea whether Swanfeather was in the den with her or had already stepped out for the morning.
Fernpaw sat calmly, lengthy translucent whiskers twitching slightly in interest. She had gotten used to this waiting. What had once brought her a sense of impending helplessness was now just the beginning of a new day. As she waited a few moments longer, Fernpaw's mind skimmed over Swanfeather's intense blue eyes.
She'd never forget what it was like to see.
The sky is clearing and the night has gone out. The sun, he comes, the world is all full of light. Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but to carry on
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intended for heli with swanfeather and anyone else interested ::
carry on by crosby, stills, and nash ::
350 words ::
intended for heli with swanfeather and anyone else interested ::
carry on by crosby, stills, and nash ::
350 words ::