Hazy Days and Dreams [Hazepaw] Feb 1, 2015 14:45:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 14:45:54 GMT -5
Featherpaw had had a dreamless night for once, and though she found it restful, it also left her feeling a little lonely. No matter, though, she would have company soon. She smoothed out her long fur with quick strokes of her tongue before padding deeper in to her cave, towards her herb stores. Pausing, she breathed in the sharp scents around her, lingering on the least familiar stalks. Goatweed.
She thought back to the dream that had led her to it. In the dream, she'd stood beneath a brilliant starry sky, out on the moor. The yellow flowers had stood out in rays of silvery light. It was a bit dramatic, she planned her StarClan mentors. Overkill with the light, too; I'm not daft. Still, the purpose of the formerly underutilized herb was clear. The dream had come on the eve of Hazepaw's return. His case was a most peculiar one, and none of the living medicine cats had ever dealt with it before.
She'd met with Snowheart, and with her permission gathered the herb from LightningClan's open plains. Picking up a jawful of the vibrant golden petals, she strode towards the entrance of the cave. The sun would lifting ever higher in to the sky by now. They'd be by any time.
Word count; 213
Notes; This took forever because I kept getting distracted.
The hunting patrol had taken slightly longer than Nettlefur intended. His catches, a small hare and toad, swung from his maw as he hurried back to camp. He'd left Mothstorm and Darkblaze on their own to finish up, though he regretted it. It was the first patrol he'd seen the gray warrior go on in quite some time, and it had only happened after his explicit request to Slatenose. She'd seemed almost surprised, as if she'd forgotten the former deputy's daughter all together. Nettlefur didn't blame her. Mothstorm's dulled pelt was not a common sight anywhere that other cats might be. She seemed to spend all of her time in the recesses of NightClan's cave home, slithered in to tunnels far from any light.Character; Nettlefur
It showed. Her pelt hung loosely over her gaunt, weakened frame, and she seemed to be having a hard time keeping up with their small patrol.
Pushing Mothstorm from his mind, he dropped his prey in the fresh-kill pile and went to rouse his apprentice. Hazepaw was back. Warmth filled him. He had been devastated when Hazepaw had gone missing, and since his return, he'd hardly been able to pull himself away from the young tortoiseshell's side.
Hazepaw had been seen by the medicine cat every day since his return, though it had only been two sunrises. The first day, Featherpaw had inspected him thoroughly, giving him a mix of herbs Nettlefur had no hope of recognizing to keep up his strength, then demanding he eat at least three full meals a day until he filled out. And no training until she instructed otherwise.
He poked his head through the apprentice's den entrance, spotting Hazepaw's mottled pelt. He picked his way through the sleeping bodies, stooping to run his tongue over the young tom's fur. "Hazepaw," he murmured quietly, so as to not disturb the others, "Featherpaw will be waiting."
She had been gone almost a full day, gathering a new herb, from what Nettlefur had heard. The young she-cat mumbled to herself quite a bit while examining her patients.
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