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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2013 18:45:51 GMT -5
Daringheart sat on the Nightclan border for a while, she had been exploring quite a bit since she had been just a kit and she was lucky enough to know exactly where she needed to be to find the cat she was looking for. She wasn’t looking for patrols sneaking across the border, no instead she was sitting by patches of herbs that were starting to come up and after quite a bit of waiting she found the exact cat she was looking for. “I’m sure you are Smokefur.” She said simply as she stepped out from behind a bush, the medicine cat hadn’t even known she was there. Smokefur gasped in surprise and turned around planning to bolt back towards camp, she didn’t know what a treeclan cat wanted with her but with all the prey stealing she assumed it was bad, very bad. Daringheart had expected a response though and had dived to tackle her to the ground just over the border, she hoped this would work otherwise she had just attacked a medicine cat on nightclan territory for nothing. “Calm down,” Daringheart said in a gentle voice, “I’m not going to hurt you I really just want to talk.” Smokefur had stopped struggling and was looking at her at this point with slightly widened eyes, she had said nothing the entire confrontation. “I’ll keep it simple, our medicine cat has died and now we have an untrained apprentice, I want your help to training him.”
Daringheart had stepped off the medicine cat so she could run away again if she wanted, but Smokefur stayed behind intrigued. “You want my help training Elderpaw?” She asked surprised they would even think of coming to nightclan, the situation however required little thought for her she knew what the correct answer was in her heart. “I would help with his training, but I want to speak to your leader and deputy before I agree to anything.” She said giving Daringheart a weary look, before she answered back, “Well I am the deputy you are looking for, so how about I take you back to camp and we have a quick word with Lionstar?” Smokefur agreed with a simple nod and the treeclan deputy couldn’t believe how smoothly the situation had gone, although she knew that it would likely get quite a bit more stressful when she brought the she-cat to Lionstar without him even knowing there was a plan. The deputy lead Smokefur through the territory with precision, finding all the easiest paths before entering camp and taking her to Lionstars den. “Lionstar?” Daringheart called into the entrance, “Can we have a word with you?”
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Post by Fawn on Jan 25, 2013 18:18:13 GMT -5
Lionstar, not-so-surprisingly, wasn't in the leaders' den when Daringheart came calling; returning with a scrawny mouse and a sparrow, the leader of TreeClan deposited his fresh kill on the pile, golden ears swiveling forward with interest upon recognizing a familiar scent - and one that wasn't so familiar. "Sure, so long as you plan on telling me what's going on," he mewed, not jumping to conclusions - no matter how much he wanted to. He had to trust Daringheart's judgment, after all. She was his deputy. Fixing imploring golden eyes upon the silver she-cat belonging to NightClan, it took a bit of effort to stomach the stench of her Clan, but he was nothing, if not cordial to Smokefur. "Greetings, Smokefur. I hope nothing is wrong?" And that Daringheart isn't getting herself into trouble.
The golden warrior-tom was not entirely sure how he felt about Medicine Cats, as of late. There was a part of him that still wanted to hold an ordinary cat's viewpoint of them - that they were as mysterious as they were benevolent, that they were neutral in times of war, their only goal being to heal the injured, regardless of what Clan they came from. Obviously they would have loyalty to their birth Clan, but they were almost out of a leader's range of control. But Lionstar knew that the edges of right and wrong were not so easily defined, that the motivations of one Clan could mean the destruction of another, that a feline with the power to heal also had the power to kill.
So he would be weary. It was right to be weary. It was not a concern that came from fear of the unknown, but rather, knowledge that he had very little control over the ways of a Medicine Cat, and there would forever be an aspect of StarClan and their ways that he would never come to understand. For now, he could only work with what he was given, and as of this moment, that was instinct, caution and a confidence in the code that would not waver.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2013 4:41:03 GMT -5
Smokefur jumped as Lionstar caught her off guard, “N-no, everything is fine…” She said in a very polite tone dipping her head as the leader approached. She didn’t really want to bring up the whole incident of being tackled on her own territory, no harm was meant so she didn’t plan on making a big deal over a simple misunderstanding. “How about we continue this conversation somewhere a bit more private?” Daringheart suggested as she laid her tail across the medicine cat’s shoulders and lead her into Lionstars’ den. The deputy lead Smokefur to a cozy little corner and helped her lay down gently, “There, comfortable?” She said with a little smile, Daringheart was trying her best to make Smokefur comfortable as she could. “Now Lionstar, I was talking with Smokefur and I think we should bring her into Elderpaw’s training. He can use all the help he can get, and a little bit of extra help could speed up his training even more.” She pointed out.
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Post by Fawn on Jan 29, 2013 18:01:29 GMT -5
The surprise registered in the form of a whisker twitch and a slight parting of his jaws, as though his automatic reaction was to protest even before his brain had fully processed the words. "You want Smokefur of NightClan to train our Medicine Cat?" Fixing Daringheart with a pointed look, Lionstar's tail swished in irritated patterns behind him, ears flattening sideways in a look of distrust and discomfort, as though he would much rather discuss this without Smokefur here.
Still, it wasn't as if no one knew of his distrust and dislike of NightClan, Smokefur especially. She'd been at the gathering. "I agree that Elderpaw's training should be sped up, but I don't agree that it should be the Medicine Cat of the Clan that hates and steals from us to be the one to do it." He mewed flatly, not bothering to say 'no offense' to Smokefur. She knew what her Clan was doing. Finally addressing the silver she-cat Daringheart was trying so hard to make comfortable, Lionstar gave her a grim but respectable nod. "I understand that Medicine Cats function and follow a different set of rules than the rest of us. However, what's to stop you from giving Ravenstar precious information about us, should you begin training and should she ask? Your Clan leader's word is law, after all."
Would Daringheart really have him believe that Smokefur would keep her mouth shut concerning vital secrets about Ravenstar's greatest enemies?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2013 22:07:13 GMT -5
Daringheart sat still as she listened to everything her leader had to say, her expression didn’t change or waiver even as his tone turned less then polite towards their guest. She could honestly understand where his ire was coming from, she felt it herself honestly, but she had a whole different perspective than he did on the whole situation. “What other choice do we have?” She asked as she gave him a nearly pleading look, “You think Rookfrost will do anything more than the bare minimum if even that before he declares himself finished?” Smokefur had remained silent the entire time even as she had received a slight bad mouthing from Lionstar, but after him bringing up her job and her sisters word as law besides Daringheart’s revealing of Elderpaws’ other mentor she couldn’t help but speak up. “If you know I protested the stealing of prey from Treeclan, and my sister starved me when I tried to withhold treatment of Nightclan cats until the actions stopped. I broke and caved but I did try, and no I value my sisters word but reason and caring is my law.”
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Post by Fawn on Jan 30, 2013 22:37:20 GMT -5
Lionstar's ears flattened sideways at the words that came out of Smokefur's mouth, having been about to address Daringheart on the issue of Rookfrost. "I think he will make good on his word. He's never given us a reason to distrust him." Not to mention LightningClan has not been hostile to us, either during Distantstar's reign or the beginning of mine thus far. Gaze lingering on the silver medicine cat, Lionstar felt a twinge of surprise at the actions of both NightClan sisters - surprise at Ravenstar for starving her own Medicine Cat, and surprise for the healer herself for protesting in the first place.
His expression scrunched, tail swishing from side to side in an obvious sign that his mood was not improving. What that told him of Smokefur, was that she put the needs of another Clan before her own, and he did not particularly find favor with that. While it was certainly a nice gesture that she spoke out in TreeClan's defense, he could never imagine a situation where if that had been his own Medicine Cat doing such a thing, he wouldn't have done the same thing Ravenstar had. Letting out a deep sigh, Lionstar's golden gaze flashed from Smokefur over to Daringheart, studying the deep pools of his deputy as he eventually came to a decision. "I'm not going to lie to either one of you. I do not like this. I do not like the idea of a Medicine Cat from NightClan training Elderpaw. I do not like the idea of a Medicine Cat of NightClan being in the middle of our camp, and visiting regularly for training sessions. So I'll make you a deal," Fair is fair, after all. Pausing to gather his resolve, Lionstar began to feel more confident about the decision even as he spoke. "If you can get Ravenstar to agree to holding some of Elderpaw's training sessions in NightClan camp as well as TreeClan, then I have nothing against you participating in Elderpaw's Medicine Cat Apprenticeship."
Why should Smokefur be the one to spend so much time in the Clan Camp of her enemies? If Elderpaw spent time in NightClan in equal measure, then this would not be quite so heavily in NightClan's favor. Considering Rookfrost never trained Elderpaw in camp - it was always in the territory, collecting and identifying herbs - Lionstar had not worried about Rookfrost blabbering back to Redstar about the exact location and weaknesses of TreeClan's camp.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2013 16:49:28 GMT -5
“There’s plenty not to like about this situation, but disliking those willing to help you is not something we have the luxury for Lionstar.” Daringheart protested after hearing her leaders speech and plan, she was especially sprung to action by Smokefur’s reaction. The silver medicine cat had shrunk in on herself and didn’t look like she was pleased with his counter proposal at all, “Ravenstar would never, I would be punished severely if she even knew I was here right now.” Smokefur squeaked out softly, “I am not disloyal to my clan I just disagree with many of my sisters methods, she doesn’t seem to value my opinion enough to change her ways though. Perhaps she will never cease to see me as her kit sister bouncing around the nursery.” Smokefur admitted in a quiet voice, she had gotten off topic at the end forgetting that she was surrounded by the leadership of another clan.
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Post by Fawn on Jan 31, 2013 17:51:45 GMT -5
“There’s plenty not to like about this situation, but disliking those willing to help you is not something we have the luxury for Lionstar.”
"That's all well and fine, Daringheart," mewed Lionstar, addressing his deputy before Smokefur derailed the topic a little by discussing her relationship with her sister. "But we are not quite so disadvantaged as to risk further problems with NightClan." Having listened to Smokefur's words - which he wasn't entirely sure if it was any of his business, really, considering any problems they had between one another was a personal, familial matter - the golden tom fell into a pensive silence.
"You realize what you are asking me, right? Both of you?" Lionstar's muzzle wrinkled to show his teeth, not necessarily snarling, for his tone was still even, but it was clear he was liking this situation less and less. "You are asking me that I allow Smokefur to go behind her leader's back to train an apprentice that isn't hers in the middle of our camp, while we are currently at odds with NightClan. We have one non TreeClan Medicine Cat already pitching in to help, why should we run the risk of allowing another one?"
If Smokefur opted to train Elderpaw outside of camp, then that would make this idea a little more plausible. Addressing the silver feline, Lionstar let his tone lose a little of it's sharpness as he spoke to the timid healer. "I cannot protect you from Ravenstar's ire, and I do not believe that I can trust you. I understand that you are a Medicine Cat, and that the health and safety of others is your primary law, but I don't think taking this big a gamble is such a good idea." It had almost been a good idea.
Almost. "Go back to your Clan, Smokefur. The floods are coming and you will have your paws full soon enough. Let us take care of our own."
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