[Fawn]

Violetclaw
44 Moons. RainClan. Warrior. She-Cat.

The rocks along the river bank had been sharp, and she had almost missed the initial injury had it not been for the rush of cool water on a hot wound. Violetclaw, hissing her dissatisfaction, leaped back onto the bank, landing upon three legs, the fourth front paw suspended above the ground until she could discover the source of her bleeding. Silvery, black-marked haunches folded into a neat sit, the feline drawing her paw up to be better examined in the light; one of the callouses had been split, and already there was a few limp bits of grass trying to cling to the hot, sticky opening, blood trickling onto the already water-dampened banks. If this was proof of her excessive fishing over the past few days, then she would regard the injury with a sense of subdued satisfaction; pain was never a fun experience, but if it had been caused by her working too hard, then she would hardly start complaining. Not one to allow pride to keep her from the medicine cat's den, Violetclaw made an odd, lurching gate that consisted of hop-walking back along the shaded bankside. She gave no thought to how unusual, if not comical she would look to an outsider - it went without saying that very few would actually bring it up; the leopard of RainClan was just as intolerant of laziness and unnecessary commentary with three paws as she was with four.

Ignoring any lingering looks from her Clanmates, Violetclaw crossed the stream surrounding the camp, letting the water lap at her injured paw pad and wash away any dirt, moisture seeming to glide from her pelt like rain from the surface of a flat, waxy leaf. She didn't consider herself a very sentimental cat, but RainClan's camp had always been, in her opinion, the prettiest of all the camps in the valley; what was better than an island? They fell asleep each night listening to the soft gurgle of the stream, and the wind would sometimes blow the fronds and ferns and reeds together into a familiar, comforting rustling; there was almost always a copious amount of cricketsong, and with the openness of the dens, sometimes they could catch a glimpse of the stars from their nests. The silvery feline gave herself little time to admire the beautiful scenery as she limped her way through camp - she could stop and admire her surroundings after she'd seen Swanfeather.

Poking her head into the entrance, the unusual, cloying smell of herbs overlapping the usual mudscent and fishsmell striking her scent glands, Violetclaw called. "Swanfeather, are you home?" The healer would undoubtedly smell the blood, and hear the lack of panic in her voice; it was only a split pad, better that it was bundled quickly - but it definitely didn't count as an emergency.

Word Count: 468 Words
Tags: Hellion
Notes: It's about time these two got to know each other! They can even discuss Razorstar.

[Hellion]

Swanfeather

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In theory Swanfeather had been productive. She cleaned out the old bedding from the sick beds in her den, found a nice sunny area to dry herbs not to mention she prepared a few bundles of easy grabs herbs for the coming queens. Her life had become quite routine not tom mention a bit mundane. She wasn't a warrior but she missed the rush of a life or death situation, she didn't learn how to ease upset stomachs or offer poppy for those too exhausted to find rest, she wanted a task put before her that required mental sharpness not repeating the same task over and over.

It was clear that Swanfeather had an itching in her pelt for something exciting, never would she wish something destructive on her clan, RainClan came first. Pulling her attention away from her day dream in time to catch the sharp tang of blood that had freshly entered her den, the words that followed didn't startle her but instead brought her well taught mind into focus and started the task quickly.

"Extend your paw forward don't move it while I gather what I did." She responded to Violetclaw in a flat voice, it wasn't the excitement she wanted but it would do. Turning back toward her storage she picked up two different herbs and found a small collection of cobweb but decided against it, Violetclaw was an excellent warrior and the cobweb would end up being a waste of resource, something she never liked doing.

"Eat that those two blade of long grass, that is sweet- sedge it will prevent an infection. I am assuming you were fishing or patrolling when this happened." Swanfeather said through her own mouthful of herbs, she made quick time by chewing rapidly and enough on the second herb she carried and once it had turned into a pulp she made easily work of applying it to the cracked paw. "I suggest you wait here until it dries. That way when it flakes off it will have soaked enough into the pad and help it help. Not much I can do but prevent infection and ease the cracked area. I suggest you make yourself comfortable." Swanfeather added while sat across from the warrior, prepared to make Violetclaw rest even if it mean confronting the warrior head on.

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I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed

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[Fawn]

Violetclaw
44 Moons. RainClan. Warrior. She-Cat.

Violetclaw valued the she-cat's levelheadedness when dealing with blood and the like. Plenty of other cats in the Clan would have frozen up at the realization that they were responsible for another cat's well-being, especially a cat they had no personal attachment to. Having expected no less than the instructions given, Violetclaw understood the importance of allowing an injury to heal fully, or else she would risk infection, which could always always get worse. Without an apprentice to train, the silver warrioress was less intent upon leaving the healer's den to pursue some sort of training program she'd devised; it wouldn't have set a very good example, walking around on an injury that needed time to heal over. She was not some young, overzealous warrior who thought herself immortal and the medicine cat's words not worth heeding.

Sniffing the sweet-sedge, Violetclaw chewed up the blades, her habit of paying attention to details still engaged despite not patrolling or fishing or training; with how good she was at self maintenance, she was rarely in the medicine cat's den for anything. The place still held some novelty in that it was seldom seen, so after watching Swanfeather apply the pulp to the cracked, bleeding pad, she surveyed her surroundings, taking in the multiple scents of herbs, all seeming to vie for the attention of her scent glands. The den here seemed emptier than usual, and Violetclaw had been unable to place why at first, then, with a sense of grim understanding, she finally caught on to what was missing.

Swanfeather didn't have an apprentice with her. Yellow eyes, poignant in the bright saturation and the sharp black pupils, settled on the dark face of the otherwise light-colored she-cat. Misfortune had been the healer's closest companion when it came to apprentices lately, it must have been weighing on the mind of someone so heavily rooted in their faith, whose job it was to prevent cats from dying - or, in rare cases, help them along to see their ancestors. Violetclaw was never going to be good at comforting others, so she didn't offer words of condolences, Swanfeather didn't seem to need them; the she-cat was tough, and from one warrioress to another in her own right, she acknowledged that.

That didn't mean she stayed completely silent, however. Resisting the impulse to lick the herbal paste from her paw, Violetclaw, in her neatly seated position, spoke up.
"RainClan is fortunate to have such a competent healer." And one, at least, who was RainClan born all the way through. At least here was one portion of the Clan's latest hierarchy that she could find little fault with. "The rocks used to cross the river have grown sharp, I doubt I'll be the only warrior you see today." It wasn't the excitement Swanfeather was looking for, but that would come in time. With the boiling hostility between RainClan and NightClan - her skills would be imperative to the Clan's survival, soon enough.

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Word Count: 494 Words
Tags: Hellion

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^{24 moons | tom | warrior of rainclan}

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  Well, Violetclaw would be right in the regard that Swanfeather would be receiving more patients shortly, but it was hardly for the reason the older warrior mentioned. A shrill, almost kit-like wail sounded outside the territory. The sound pitching upward into a startled shriek followed immediately by the pounding of paws as they thundered a quick staccato on the ground toward the camp. And to think the day started so calmly too. Honeywisp hadn't planned on doing anything other than a quick hunting session before seeing what needed to be done about the camp, but he'd stumbled across something most strange and his curiosity got the better of him. Sometimes he did hate himself for his pressing desire to learn everything and in this case especially it had far dire consequences than he expected. It started with a pungent odor he felt the need to investigate, which was nothing unusual. If it was something dangerous he'd need to report it to the high positions after all! You would think a cat of his age would know better than to near something he didn't recognize, but Honeywisp would surprise you by doing just that.
It was a large, pudgy thing covered in thin twig-like protrusions all along its backside. When it moved it waddled and grunted noisily, entire body wobbling from side to side with each step.
Honeywisp's golden eyes widened at the sight of it, he'd never seen such a creature before and so he inched closer to get a better look. After all, it didn't look too dangerous-WHAP!!
It moved quicker than it looked, spinning its entire body around as the golden tabby got within reach and its tail slapped against the side of his face hard enough to knock him right off his paws, but the worst part was that apparently this creature kept its claws in its tail.


And here we were now, the tom frantically scrabbling along towards the medicine cat den with thick quills jutting out of the side of his face like exaggerated whiskers. 
"SWANFEATHER!" Honeywisp's panicked meow cracked as he stepped into the den, head dipped down low and at first he did not even see Violetclaw, but even then it wouldn't have changed his next words to anything less ridiculous:
"This FAT thing slapped me with the claws in its tail!" Was he going to die? Was it poisonous? StarClan do something!

[Hellion]

Swanfeather

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Swanfeather took in Violetclaw and her words of praise for her. She nodded in understanding but didn't bother to remark on them. She didn't live for the praise of being recognized by her Clanmates. Swanfeather's duties were to the health of the Clan and their connection to StarClan, currently she did that and unless she went out of her duties then it would warrant praise. However, Swanfeather also noted that it to Violeclaw's way of thanking her which Swanfeather didn't need. RainClan needed more warriors like the she-cat currently in her den, warriors of full RainClan blood and who's loyalties didn't falter by the passing of a pretty face.

It was the light colored she-cat that brought up the sharp stones, taking the warning Swanfeather turned to ensure the store of herbs would be enough for any coming injuries, but the she-cat didn't get far until a frantic calling of her name had her attention turning toward the opening of her den.

Her blue eyes grew wide as the newcomer came into her den, awful quills stuck out of his face. Honeywisp was a warrior she only knew because she had been there at his birth, but a side from that he rarely was in her den. The scary quills in his face at Swanfeather on high alert, but her outward appearance remained calm. Directing him with a nudge of her tail on his unaffected side she got him to stand in the den across from Violetclaw. "Stop wailing and hold still." She said with a strict and stern tone in her voice.

Turning and gathering what poppy seed she had left she placed them before Honeywisp. "Eat that entire bundle, you will need it to dull the pain, taking them out hurts worse than getting them in.." Swanfeather said to him matter-of-factly turning her attention briefly to Violetclaw. "I am going to give you some dock leaves and I need you to chew them up. They will have to go on the wound to stop infection. Swanfeather didn't wait for Violetclaw to deny helping her and instead gather the herbs and placed them before the she-cat. "Are you ready Honeywisp?" She asked him her attention once again on the golden tom.

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I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed

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Notes:: ((Fixed the coding! Got a little wonky when colors were added! :) ))

[Fawn]

Violetclaw
44 Moons. RainClan. Warrior. She-Cat.

The sedate happenings within the medicine cat's den were thrown aside, Violetclaw's ears flattening in surprise at the wail that rose up from the feline hurtling into Swanfeather's den, her sense of calm jarred worse than her paws had on the rocks. What is he talking about? Fur bristled, yellow-green eyes pierced the distraught tom, aware that he was a younger warrior who had, by the looks of things, learned a very important lesson—the quills sticking out of his face distinct and very difficult to miss. She had encountered a porcupine on two separate occasions, and she had had the good sense not to attack the strange, lumbering creature; one look at the beast's long claws and even longer, yellowed teeth was enough to make her keep her distance, if the spines hadn't. If every cat in the Clan gave up one whisker, the collective amount still wouldn't have been thicker than one porcupine quill, and for that reason alone she gave the creatures a wide berth.

They were foragers, and they were no threat to RainClan's prey supply. There was no point in sending a patrol to 'deal' with the intruder, it would amble into another Clan's territory before too long, or wander back towards the mountains, perhaps one of the few creatures in this world that the demon lynx would think twice about before attacking. Violetclaw's role changed from patient to impromptu-assistant, Swanfeather's instructions reaching her ears and proceeded with time to spare, the leopard-like she-cat sliding into action, mindful to keep one paw off the ground to allow it ample time to dry, while she did as Swanfeather instructed. The dock leaves were an unnecessary reminder of how ill-suited she would have been to the path of a medicine cat; her teeth were more accustomed to feeling fur and flesh, and the scales of fish, not the thin, crunchy surface of leaves as she ground them to a usable pulp.

Once done, Violetclaw spat them onto another raised paw, awaiting the healer's further orders; Swanfeather would likely want to apply it herself, and Violetclaw wouldn't deny her her job. She wanted no further part of this than was necessary. Helping Clanmates were well and fine, but Violetclaw's philosophy bordered on militaristic, and though her gaze didn't betray her thoughts, in the back of her mind was the notion that Honeywisp should suffer for his ignorance, and deal with the injuries himself. That wasn't the best advice, but her heart had grown hard these many moons, and her patience was cobweb thin, ready to snap at even the slightest breeze from a cat who may find themselves getting an unexpected scolding.

She would stay, however, and assist the medicine cat as long as her services were needed, because that's what you did in this Clan. Well, that's what she did in this Clan. She may not have enjoyed her new temporarily role, but that was neither here nor there, all that mattered was efficiency.