[Deleted]

'And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand'
Fallowpaw

[/font][/color][/center]

A small chocolate and cream swirled tom limped heavily through camp. Trying to take all of his weight onto his right side he gasped every time his forepaw dragged against the ground. With large silvery blue eyes wide he lurched toward the camp stream. Sitting in front of the cool water he gingerly dipped his swollen foot into the stream. Wincing as the cold water rushed around it he sighed softly. He thought trodding on a thorn was bad enough but this was so much worse. Two night ago the apprentice had picked up a large thorn in his left fore-paw. It was securely lodged but in his naivety he had taken it's treatment upon himself. Yanking at the sharp edged thorn had hurt his tongue and it had only made it hurt worse. He had tried soaking his paw and then removing it but that came to no success either. Feeling embarrassed and a little stubborn the fluffy furred apprentice refused to go to the medicine cat for help. He had fiddled and pulled at the thorn so often the past day and a half that his paw pad, usually a nice brown color, was turning almost black from bruising. Blood seeped from the wound off and on as he tried unsuccessfully to use his paw. The edges around the accursed thorn were torn and sore looking. He really shouldn't have messed with it but he really thought a silly thorn was nothing to bother a medicine cat over. The apprentice felt a little woozy as he lifted his paw from the water. His round eyes casting about the camp he noticed Swanfeather's den seeming to call to him. He shook his head stubbornly. No way she would box his ears! Another pulse of pain made him shudder and he gave up.

Turning his little kitten body toward the medicine den Fallowpaw huffed. He wasn't looking forward to the medicine cat's rebuke that was certain. As he hobbled through the camp his tail drifted down to drag in the dust. His ears drooping ever so slowly as he made the perilous journey towards his doom. As if a stone had been attached to the tip of both of them they did not tip backwards but rather sideways. Making him look like a shamed kitten as he milled about in front of Swanfeather's den. He turned to go in, then backed as rapidly away as his injured paw would allow. His little head swinging side to side in uncertainty. His paw pad throbbed and at last he pushed his way inside. Remaining standing with his left paw tucked behind his right he looked downright silly his head bent as if he was already in trouble. Baby blue eyes squeezed shut as he quietly called for Swanfeather. "S. .swanfeather. .I uhh I ne..need you help." Fallowpaw mewed softly his sweet kitten voice laced with guilt.

[/size]

[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [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 was busy, leaf-bare was coming and her task at paw were long and time consuming. She had been meaning to go and visit the queens, bring them borage and return to her duties. She thought meeking about asking for an apprentice, just an extra set of paws to help with leaf-bare. However Swanfeather was young, she wasn't to old or slow to get from place to place, but she was being run ragged, but the work kept her from thinking to much about her dead mate, Frostfang. The mere mention of his name even with her own head brought a new pain to her heart. However she quickly banished the idea checking little nook in her den to see which herbs she needed more of, possibly at the next Medicine Cat meeting she'd ask Rookfrost for some herbs, her supply of cat-nip was growing thin, hopefully he'd have some that he'd be willing to share. Her ear flickered at the calling of her name. Turning her head she wasn't sure if she was imaging things or if someone was really calling her name. Rising up she came closer to the entrance of her den and saw there, sitting meekly Fallowpaw, seeming to be favoring one paw over the other. Her nose flared the stink of infection burning her her sensitive nose. "What in StarClan is wrong?" She snapped, looking over him quickly, almost pulling him into her den as she looked for the source of the stench. His paw, sore and tender to the sight and reeking of infection and plain as day the cause of a thorn. Her eyes narrowed, glaring toward Fallowpaw "Tell me why you would let it get infected?' She hissed, hurrying to the back of her den, pulling out the remaining pieces of horse tail and colts foot and placing them beside him. "Answer me Fallowpaw" She snapped again, before turning to grab a small leaf of no medical value, to place the chewed paste of hosetail she had started to work on. [/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: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [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]

[Deleted]

When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

[/color]
Fallowpaw[/center][/color]

Little ears flattened in nervousness. Tiny paws moved to shuffle then halted as the pain flared in the overheating paw pad. Little Fallowpaw wanted to melt into the ground. The withering glare of Swanfeather made his fur twitch. Her scathing demands paralyzed his mind. He had a hard time even thinking of an answer under that kind of barrage. Her hiss jolted him to life and he began to babble. His usual stutter even more pronounced in his guilt. "Well I.i..i it wasn't. .y.you shouldn't ha.have to worry ab.about a 'lil ol t.thorn!" His voice came out in a rush. His head hung low as he finished. He wasn't sure why he was too stubborn to ask for Swanfeather's help. It just seemed like the she-cat was so busy that she wouldn't have had time for him anyway. He had thought taking care of one little thorn wasn't going to be that big of a problem. The ache in his foot told him otherwise.

Feeling appropriately abashed the apprentice sat quietly. Offering up his paw to Swanfeather like an offering. He didn't know what else to say but a soft. "I'm sorry Swanfeather. As his guilt slowly ebbed Fallowpaw began glancing around Swanfeather's den. His curiosity outweighing his fear of the angry she-cat. He watched her as she began to chew up herbs. His dark brown nose wrinkling slightly at the smell of the leafy substances. He wasn't entirely sure what the she-cat was going to do to him but something told him that Swanfeather would take good care of him even if she did give him an earful for his stupididty.

[/size][/blockquote]

[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [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 frowned but didn't reply to him. She knew the how bad the infection was due to her actions toward warriors that stepped on thorns, but she never meant a cat not to come to her after infection like this started to set in. She worked the poultice onto the bad and moved down to be closer to him, the poultice did it's job and slowly brought down the infection to a manageable level. Careful with her teeth she snagged the thorn in her grip and pull it sharpy out, her own wince covering her face. She quickly added the coltfoot poultice to ease the soreness in his paw and looked toward Fallowpaw, her eyes a little less narrowed. "Now Fallowpaw if ever you have a thorn in your paw and you can't get it out on your own, you come to me. That is why I'm training in healing, I know how to get it out without risking infection like you how here." Swanfeather sat back a little and looked at him, her shoulder relaxing. "Now you have to stay here awhile but sit up, you aren't going to be idle all day." Swanfeather remarked as he got up and pulled down a bundle of herbs and placing them before him. "When you have sorted all the borage leaves you may go, that should give it enough time for the colt-foot to set in and your paw won't be so tender. The horse tail is already working fine on getting rid of the infection, BUT no more hunting duties until two sunrises to make sure you don't get a crack in your paw pad." Swanfeather instructed, bringing toward him two more non-medical leaves. "Each borage leaf should be crisp and free from tears or signs of rot. If it doesn't have a fresh smell put in one pile the good stuff you put back on the other leaf." Swanfeather gave him further instructions. "You may sit up but not to much weight on that paw." She added again, returning to her sorting and bundling of herbs. [/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: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: this thread will BEFORE

[/u] the flood, that way she can still have some herbs.
[/style][/center]

[style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE,
HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style]

[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]

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Deleted]

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies

[/color]
Fallowpaw[/center][/color]

Fallowpaw squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering slightly as wetness from some herb or another washed his infected wound. Visibly wincing as Swanfeather yanked the bloody stained thorn from his foot. As the raw open wound was exposed to the air it stung like he had packed it full of nettles. He hissed softly in pain. As Swanfeather was quick to treat it with coltsfoot he forced himself to remain still. The juices from the leaves seeped into his wound. At first they seemed to burn and numb all at the same time but relief came soon after and his eyes slowly opened in wonder. "W.Wow! He mewed. His baby blue eyes, the picture of kit like innocence, gazed at Swanfeather in amazement. He tried not to squirm as the medicine cat expertly cleaned his wound. He purred gratefully to the older she-cat it was a miracle. Just that morning he was sure he would lose the paw for sure!

Fallowpaw blinked in uncertainty as Swanfeather chided him, she didn't sound nearly as angry as she was before but something told him he wouldn't want to disobey her. "Alright Swanfeather I promise I will! As he spoke he noticed his stutter was absent from his speech. He wondered why but chalked it up to being so comfortable with the medicine cat. She was after all supposed to take care of everyone he had no reason to be nervous of her. For all her angry bluster and scoldings he could tell she had a very kind heart underneath. Not being able to help himself Fallowpaw smiled widely. "Thank you Swanfeather, you're the best. He mewed sweetly. He hadn't noticed before but when his voice was missing the stutter it was really quite charming. Sweetly soft with a hint of masculinity that would mature as he did. He was a little surprised by his own openness and quickly became quiet again.

Silvery blue eyes stretched wide once more as Swanfeather pulled out what looked like a massive bundle of herbs from her stash. He pulled himself upright to gaze down at the half hazard jumble of leaves. Glancing back to the medicine cat as she told him what to do he nodded decisively. He could sort herbs that shouldn't be too hard. Not like battle practice there was no strategic thinking or physical prowess needed just sorting. He wiggled his way into a more comfortable position. Reaching his uninjured paw out to stroke it gently against one of the leaves. His sensitive paw pad could feel the slight puckering of the edges, the bit of too soft area in the middle. Without a second thought the apprentice took the leaf and set it on the bad pile. He stared at the next leaf. Examining it this time without the help of his paw. This leaf was smooth and a twitch of his nose gave him a clean fresh smell. He noticed a small tear in the corner that looked as if it had been closed together while the leaf was still on the plant. "H. .hey Swanfeather i. .is this one still alright e. .even though it has a little tear?" He asked meekly. Pawing the leaf in question to the side for her. His stutter was back now that he was nervous about having to ask her a question.

[/size][/blockquote]

[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [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;]▌ Fallowpaw thanked her, Swanfeather being respectful as she was gave a nod of graitude as she gave him his task she returned to her sorting. The more difficult herbs or more valuable like chickweed and catnip she left for herself to sort, it was easier that way, she knew she couldn't mess those up. It took Swanfeather a moment to realize that Fallowpaw didn't talk to her with his stutter, she had assumed it was brought on my nervousness, she didn't show her pleasure but she enjoyed the clear and crisp words from his maw. It was silent for some time, Swanfeather moved around her den, collecting herbs she had been drying in the last few warm rays of leaf-fall, she enjoyed the extra paws and felt happier. Not happy like she felt when she had Frostfang around her, more happy with having someone around. It seemed that when she was alone, Swanfeather dwelled darkly on his passing, she scratched harder at the ground, or chewed her herbs are dramatically in spite.What she wouldn't give to poison all of NightClan, but she knew that would dishonor Frostfang's memory. Fallowpaw's clear crisp voice called out to her, she turned her head slightly, inclining it just a little. She didn't turn the entire way to face him but she heard him clearly. "That really depends, if that tears is closer to the edge then yes it's fine, if not toss it." Swanfeather spoke free of her normal bitterness toward other cat who overstayed their welcome in her den, however with Fallowpaw who worked quietly and asked clear quetsions, Swanfeather couldn't help but appreciate his help. Some time had past and Swanfeather finished her sorting of fresh catnip and returned to look over Fallowpaw, bending down to sniff at his paw, the stink of infection was gone, only the tang of the colts foot she smelled anymore. "Your paw is healing nicely, but still no hunting, I'll tell Roselight for you want." Swanfeather said while she looked over his shoulder, pleased with his work. [/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: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [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]