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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2008 16:06:11 GMT -5
Bounding over to where her mentor stood, Lunarpaw was shivering. The mud was drying out, becoming rough and dusty on her skin. She muttered, and began to bite the lower parts of the marigold - getting both flowers and leaves.
After filling her jaws with the stems, Lunarpaw began padding back into camp. Her paws sunk in again, adding another layer over her already dirty paws. Her tail was worse, drying out quickly and getting layer upon layer of earth.
When we get back to camp, the first thing I'd like to do is go jump in a river so I don't have to lick this stuff off. Too bad that's in RainClan territory....
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Post by cherryrose on Jun 12, 2008 16:19:12 GMT -5
Mistheart watched as her apprentice did as she instructed, tearing off the stems of the Marigold to get them down. The soil that clung to her fur was drying off now, so that meant that Lunarpaw would be too. She must be getting truly uncomfortable! she thought to herself, the whole apprentice was practically covered.
The pale brown tabby she cat leant up the branches of the bush to assist her apprentice in picking the herb. The orange flowers falling from the bushes as she tore into the stems.
Maybe today was a bad day for picking herbs, she couldn’t help but think. It would be so much more pleasant, and easier too if it were dry.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2008 16:35:32 GMT -5
The ground began to turn into the wet grass around NightClan Camp. The she-cat was now wishing she could be a kit in the nursery again - getting into trouble and getting washed by her mother. She let her jaws hold tight onto the leaves, though her paws were aching.
She didn't need herbs or poultices, the only thing that could fix the sore in Lunarpaw's pads was a good old grooming. That would take a long time.
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Post by cherryrose on Jun 13, 2008 2:42:30 GMT -5
As they padded back to camp, their mouths full of leaves and flowers, Mistheart kept glancing at the apprentice beside her. She was making sure that she was still alright, after all she was completely covered in now drying mud, it must be very uncomfortable for her.
She couldn’t wait to get back to camp to rest and have a good clean of her own paws, but she knew that it might take Lunarpaw a while to get back to her normal clean self. So maybe that was enough herb picking today, especially in that mud.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2008 9:29:31 GMT -5
Once entering the enterance to camp, Lunarpaw bounded to the Medicine Den and set the flowers down in a neat pile. She then put in the plan she had thought up on the way to action. The she-cat padded back out to the low water in the center of camp. She rolled around in it, and the rain washed off some of the mud.
Once she was satisefied she eagerly returned to the Medicine Den to groom herself. After a little while her fur began to retain it's white color.
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Post by cherryrose on Jun 13, 2008 10:56:36 GMT -5
Mistheart smiled behind the marigold she was carrying as Lunarpaw swiftly entered camp. She padded at normal pace into the medicine cat depositing her Marigold in the correct place on top of the apprentices flowers.
Then the pale tabby she cat proceeded in following Lunarpaw to the pool of water where she stood for a while letting the mud on her legs soak so it would be easier to clean. She got out of the water and sat by the edge of the pool so she could clean her legs. With swift swipes of her tongue she began, only looking up as Lunarpaw padded off to the medicine cat den.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2008 11:23:19 GMT -5
Lunarpaw sighed, her paws were itching to make trouble again. She glanced around the neat cavern, knowing if she did anything Mistheart would make her feel the wrath of StarClan. The white apprentice looked at the Marigold laid on the floor. She began to tear off the leaves and flowers - they would dry faster that way and then they could have extra space with the stems gone.
It took only a short time to gather a considerable pile of leaves, the flowers were a different story. Lunarpaw had to be careful not to rip off the flimsy golden petals, a big challenge. She growled in annoyance. Now she was acting like a boring old Medicine Cat, doing her job without any kind of personality. There had to be something fun she could do, she still had many seasons to go before StarClan even would suggest her an apprentice. MANY, MANY, MANY seasons at that.
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Post by cherryrose on Jun 13, 2008 15:17:13 GMT -5
When Mistheart was reasonably satisfied that her pale tabby legs and white feet were as clean as they could be until they dried she stood up. As she padded over to the medicine cats den she saw the outline of the apprentice, Lunarpaw, as she padded around. What is she up to now? she thought to herself as she entered.
Thankfully, the sight that greeted her was pleasant. She was glad to see that her apprentice was finally taking her job and responsibilities seriously, no matter how boring it could be. ’Well done Lunarpaw, good thinking!’ she mewed proudly as she separated the flowers and leaves. Mistheart heard a slight growl rumble from her apprentice she smirked a little. ’Whats wrong?’ she asked kindly, although she had a vague idea already.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2008 15:50:25 GMT -5
"These are discusting!" Lunarpaw said, truthfully. She knew it wasn't the answer Mistheart was looking for, but mottling the other cat's brains was always a blast. The she-cat returned to her work, the piles already growing, including that of the stems ready to be tossed out.
The white apprentice was quick with her work, still with more energy than her dull mentor. Maybe after she was finished she could slip Mousebile into the other apprentice's beds. That would definately pay them back for making her get attacked by a patrol two moons ago!
Her eyes sharpened as she pretended her mind was on herbs. Mistheart would definately give her an elder's ticks punishment, but it would be worth it to see the looks on the other apprentice's faces. And maybe their mentor's faces too.
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Post by cherryrose on Jun 13, 2008 16:30:39 GMT -5
Mistheart was a little confused, ’What’s disgusting? she asked calmly as the apprentice continued her work on the leaves and flowers. She is being really responsible about her job now, she thought pleased at her work.
The pale tabby she cat was padding around the den stopping every so often to count the herbs or move things around, she was making sure it was all organised in case a problem should arise and they needed urgent help. She glanced over her shoulder at Lunarpaw who seemed to be getting on with her work well, apparently unfazed by anything.
[[Sorry no muse =[…]]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2008 12:57:42 GMT -5
Lunarpaw picked the last stock clean and ran her toung over her teeth and jaws to clear away any excess pulp. Her mouth opened into a yawn, stretching out her sore muscles.
Her tail flicked back and forth and the she-cat sat back and looked up at Mistheart. "That's all - can I go now?" She meowed. Her white fur was clean, the herbs were fine, she was working hard - could her Mentor say "no" to that?
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Post by cherryrose on Jun 14, 2008 14:00:15 GMT -5
Mistheart watched proudly as her apprentice did her job well, making sure that all the stock was in place and everything was tidy. The pale tabby noticed the yawn that Lunarpaw gave and smiled a little.
’Of course you can Lunarpaw! You have worked very hard to day, not to mention you had a not very pleasant trip in the mud!’ she mewed slightly amused. ’Go ahead and do what you want for the rest of the day, I think it’s all good here!’ she added peering around at all of the herbs.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2008 14:55:36 GMT -5
Tail flowing behind her, the white apprentice shot out of den, her paws beating against the cave ground. She left the camp, her nose leading her to the old mouse bile, the stench was putrid. Lunarpaw wrinkled her nose as she picked up the moss, soaked in the foul substance.
All the apprentices were out training, a good sign. She let her feet creep across the floor, the moss dangling from her jaws. The plan couldn't go wrong.... or so she thought.
Her ears picked up footsteps, obviously someone was still in camp. Mistheart of course! The she-cat quickly disappeared into the den, she spread out the moss into the bedding, making sure not to get any on her own fur. She scented the air and stuck her nose out of the den, still none of the others were back yet.
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Post by cherryrose on Jun 15, 2008 1:35:57 GMT -5
As she watched Lunarpaw pad out of the den she sighed, hoping her apprentice was not going to get up to any mischief in her time off. Mistheart peered out of the den entrance and saw her exit camp, well at least she is harming things out of camp is she is? she thought trying to think the best, but not doing a very good job.
A rumble came from the pale tabby cats belly and she padded out of the den and into the center of camp. The fresh kill pile was reasonably well filled so Mistheart did not feel bad in taking a small mouse from the pile. As she picked it up she noticed Lunarpaw carrying moss in her mouth, aww she’s helping the clan get fresh moss! she thought proudly, the scent of the mouse bile not getting to her nose as she carried the mouse back into the medicine cats den.
She sat in the den eating her mouse slowly, peering out into the camp every so often to see if she could spot Lunarpaw. She thought she caught a glimpse of the young white cat going into the apprentices den but just presumed she had more moss for them and continued to eat her mouse.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2008 10:09:03 GMT -5
Lunarpaw padded out and noticed Mistheart with fresh-kill between her paws. She turned the other way out of the cavern again, Mistheart wasn't going to train her so she could try to practice what she had seen the other apprentices doing.
Outside the air was warm, much of the rain had disappeared. The white apprentice stretched first, her claws flexing and tail twitching. If Mistheart doesn't like fighting she should just get her claws ripped out.... though I imagine that would be painful
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