The Wildflower Clearing was a place of beauty, but whether or not it held a candle to the radiance of a smile from Bluejay, TreeClan’s medicine cat mid-appreciation with a skip in her step and a glow in her eyes, remained to be seen.
She pressed her nose into the center of a bright pink flower and then inhaled, a purr welling in her throat. “I loved it here even as a warrior’s apprentice, but I never had a reason to come on my own. Now, as a medicine cat, I can fulfill my duties and enjoy one of my favourite places to be.” At the end of the day, she was a romantic like any other young, pretty she-cat. The difference, however, was that she couldn’t act on any of the desires she left behind in her old life; and that suited her just fine, in reality, because she didn’t need anything else as long as she was seeing her Clanmates into a healthier, happier way of living.
Falconstorm was always so serious, and while she’d never wish for someone to change, it would be nice for him to lighten up with her from time to time. They were mentor and apprentice, yes, which meant on some level she always expected a certain amount of respect from him and vice versa, but that hardly meant they couldn’t be friends as well. Bluejay took a seat in the middle of the clearing, and then arched her neck when the warmth of the sun hit her back; leafbare was behind the Clans at long last, and quite frankly it couldn’t have come sooner. “It can sometimes be difficult to tell which flowers are medicinal and which flowers are for show, so go on.” Bluejay encouraged him to take his pick. “Don’t be shy. I’m inclined to believe there really isn’t a wrong choice.”
In the moment we're lost and found I just wanna be by your side If these wings could fly For the rest of our lives
312 - Justice - - newleaf two - more training! he'll ideally meet his requirements before bluejay's death.
There was so much on his mind lately. StarClan chose him to become apprentice to Bluejay, to take the path of the medicine cat, just as he was questioning his worth as a warrior. Was he still the same cat? Yes. He just felt almost like he was finally over that sheer cliff he'd been stuck behind before. Not all the way, as there were days he asked StarClan why he was chosen even knowing he'd not be getting an answer, and then apologizing for questioning their wisdom. He believed, after all. And then there was the she-cat Herondive of StoneClan that he'd rescued from a pack of rogues during the coldest part of leafbare. He wondered if he'd ever see her again, but as they were of different clans it wasn't likely unless she was chosen to escort their medicine cat during the next meeting. He hoped she at least got warm when she returned to her clan.
Still, today was beautiful, and Falconstorm wanted to enjoy the warm sun that heated his pelt and took the chill of leafbare from the air. And another lesson with his pretty mentor helped too. She was speaking, emparting a new lesson, or starting one at the very least. So he listened, ears swiveling towards her and watching her attentively as a proper apprentice should. And that too, rankled sometimes. Being an apprentice again, at his age. "Honeysong loves this place, she spends most of her newleaf and greenleaf days here when she's not busy with the tasks given to every warrior." A slight smile came onto his face as he spoke of the she-cat that had essentially been his mother. He knew he should ease up a little, let Bluejay's kindless be returned with his own, and he was trying his best. He'd been her apprentice long enough now she absolutely deserved it. Still, he had to get passed the ingrained teachings of his first mentor. Which was 'I'm not here to be your friend, I'm here to teach you.'
But, on with the lesson. The large tom narrowed blue eyes for a moment then padded over to a yellow flower and sniffed at it daintily before sneezing. "Dandelion." One of the easiest plants for a cat to identify, since they were so numerous in the valley. "For pain."
He looked around, spying a lilac colored fluffy tail popping out of a batch of white and yellow flowers. His shoulders eased down and he shook his head. She'd have his whiskers for being so uptight with the ever sweet Bluejay. "Daisy's grow here too, we use that as medicine cats on our trip to Moon Tree. Also for aching joints." He gave her a smile, tipping his head a little. "I'm sorry for being so short with you, I've had allot on my mind."
"There's feverfew in this clearing too. Those are the ones with the white petals and large center. They grow on a bush and help with fever and chills." He knew he'd missed some, but at least he'd managed this far. He was getting better, slowly but surely.