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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2017 17:46:14 GMT -5
WHAT'S THIS? WHAT'S THIS?Swankit peered out of the nursery, frowning with her mouth gaping at the... strange whiteness that had surrounded the camp. What was it? Was it dangerous? Her chest trembled as she felt tempted to scream at the strange air.
The fluffy tabby kitten took cautious steps forward; lifting her legs high as though she were wading through water. She ceased this behavior when she saw how other cats were walking. Swankit sniffed the air - it didn't smell any different but it felt cold and wet.
She continued sniffing the air, nose held high, as she wandered about the nursery. The kit had moved near the camp's border as she inhaled the misty air. It was so cold and made her nose burn unusually, it was really weir-
A sharp stinging pain in her paw made her stumble to a halt. Swankit let out a quiet squeak of alarm and turned over her paw. Well, that wasn't there before. There was a large circle of brown in the middle of her paw - the pale pink pad and beads of blood encircling it like a painful halo. Swankit tried to poke the brown thing with her tongue but only succeeded in pushing it deeper into the flesh. So, she did the only thing logical.
A very high-pitched, very strange sound echoed through the camp for a brief three seconds before silence followed. Swankit moved back to the nursery, limping on a paw, calling for her mother.
"Mama! Mama! My paw is not right!"
THERE'S SOMETHING VERY WRONG Fawn williams - mist? in her camp?!
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Post by Fawn on Oct 8, 2017 18:34:51 GMT -5
I can feel you on my lips all the time But I just wanna feel you in my heart and on my mind Ever since Owlkit's and Swankit's adventure in the river, Lotuswhisker had been keeping a stern eye upon her offspring. While Falconkit and Owlkit tumbled around with a duck feather within the safety of the den, Lotuswhisker went to stand by the overhang of reeds and ferns that marked the nursery entrance. Swankit was being very brave lately, and though it heartened her to see the fluffy ball of tortoiseshell fur making her presence known, Lotuswhisker was aware of just how much trouble Swankit could get into. The mist was fascinating to someone so new to the world, and the brown queen smiled in fondness, watching memories form as she gave herself a quick, easy grooming.
Gently sweeping a damp paw over her ears, and then along her muzzle, the stark whiteness of her whiskers and chin bright against her chocolate paws.
Perhaps Gullswoop and I can set safety rules down for these three. This thought was almost ironic, as in the next instant Lotuswhisker was startled by a high-pitched squeak of pain. "Swankit?" A fierce maternal protectiveness took her over as soon as Swankit—limping—hurried towards her in obvious distress. "Let me see," Lotuswhisker mewed, gentle but stern, and she carefully touched her nose to her daughter's paw. A thorn, and it had stuck in deep enough between the pads to draw blood. Lotuswhisker tutted, sweeping a slender brown tail around her daughter. "It's a thorn! Someone must have tracked it into camp. Come with me, Swankit, Swanfeather or Dewpaw can help put your paw right."
Lotuswhisker gave the kit's ears a soothing lick, before calling into the nursery to the other two. "Swankit and I are going to the medicine cat's den. Falconkit, Owlkit, listen to Echoshade and the other queens. And stay put." A sharp maternal stare accompanied this order, proof enough that there would be punishments awaiting naughty kits who didn't listen. Coaxing Swankit along, Lotuswhisker approached Swanfeather's den. "Swanfeather? Dewpaw? Swankit has a thorn stuck in her pad." Lotuswhisker's mellifluous voice carried into the medicine den, sea-green eyes watching for the hasty movements of a cat coming to Swankit's aid.
45 Moons | Queen | RainClan Lotuswhisker Tags:williams @medusa Hellion (Owlkit mention) Notes: Go Dewpaw go~ HELI IS GOING NEXT! Then Will! Word Count: 377 Words |
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Post by Hellion on Oct 8, 2017 23:20:22 GMT -5
[posting on mobile, will add table later, sorry in advance for wonkiness] Swanfeather had spent the early part of the day out and about the territory. Now with Dewpaw capable of putting her away, it freed up the older she-cat's free time. She had almost forgotten how nice it was to have an appetentice. Swanfeather had made three different trips and just dropped the gathered herbs when she heard Lotuswhisker. Turning her head quickly to the sound of the distress kit, Swanfeather flicked her tail over her Dewpaw's shoulder to get her attention. "Kits are difficult to treat because of their size and low tolerance for pain. However, it's not smart to give poppyseed to kits because you can overdose them and cause them to meet StarClan too soon," Swanfeather gave the introduction to the lesson quickly and efficiently as she pointed with her tail to a nearby nest. "Place Swankit there and have her stick out her paw. Try to distract her," She told Lotuswhisker before again focusing on Dewpaw. "The trick to thorns is a quick removal and proper wound care. You will need some moss with water to clear the wound once the thorn is out and a marigold paste to cover the wound to prevent infection and with a warrior we would wrap the foot with cobweb but Swankit is mostly in camp we won't need it," Swanfeather explained her detailed plan her ears pricked forward and eyes focused intently on Dewpaw. "Gather the moss and I'll new the paste. Once you return I'll show you how to take the thorn out," She added before turning her attention to the young kit and new mother. "Everything will be alright Swankit, Dewpw and I will get that thorn out no problem and you can go back to exploring," Swanfeather said with a certain softness in her voice reserved only for kits. Fawn williams @medusa |
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Post by williams on Oct 10, 2017 15:25:18 GMT -5
dewpaw, There was no rest for the newly apprenticed, Dewpaw discovered. She spent the early morning sorting after eating a quick meal with her mentor. The food barely settled in her stomach before the older white she-cat was off, exploring the territory for the necessary herbs to provide for their clan. Her questions had been ignored in favor of leaving before the sun could burn any new leaves. When do I get to go? Dewpaw had asked to the vanishing figure of Swanfeather, voice swallowed up by the morning fog that rolled over the familar dens of Rainclan's camp.
Her worries soon consumed her thoughts, pushing her paws to be faster with each new arrival. Maybe if I sort this bundle faster, she thought, then I'll get to go out to fetch the next batch. But that moment never came. Instead, a noise called to her attention, then with a tail flick, Dewpaw was sent head-first into her debuet as a medicine cat apprentice.
"Kits are difficult to treat because of their size and low tolerance for pain. However, it's not smart to give poppyseed to kits because you can overdose them and cause them to meet StarClan too soon," Swanfeather instructed as Dewpaw examined the situation. Swankit, a little kit with a big voice, had stepped on something sharp. Dewpaw scrunched her face up, remembering all too well the thorns that sometimes found their way to the nursery entrance.
"The trick to thorns is a quick removal and proper wound care. You will need some moss with water to clear the wound once the thorn is out and a marigold paste to cover the wound to prevent infection and with a warrior we would wrap the foot with cobweb but Swankit is mostly in camp we won't need it," Swanfeather explained her detailed plan her ears pricked forward and eyes focused intently on Dewpaw. Then she was sent off, to gather the moss. Dewpaw nodded, little claws already out in preperation for her task. With a bundle securely gathered, she trotted back, feeling its wetness drip onto her chest fur.
"Everything will be alright Swankit, Dewpw and I will get that thorn out no problem and you can go back to exploring" "Yeah!" Dewpaw agreed, dropping the moss close enough to Swankit, yet far enough away to avoid accidental splashing. "You need to play in the fog before it goes away! It's the best for hide and seek." She explained, paws kneading the ground impatiently as she turned her attention back to Swanfeather. Her large blue eyes asked for the next step, short tail waving at the thought of learning something important barely a week into her apprenticeship.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2017 15:43:01 GMT -5
WHAT'S THIS? WHAT'S THIS?Swankit's ears twitched in confusion, flicking against her mother's tongue, as Lotuswhisker claimed that Swanfeather or Dewpaw could fix her paw. Weren't they the medicine cats? Where the sick cats go? Her eyes widened and she peered around her mother as she told her siblings to stay put and harshly whispered. "I'm going to die..."
That particular panic was swiftly distracted, however, as Lotuswhisker began to lead the way to the medicine den - Swankit scampering after her as quick as three legs would allow. The tabby kit inhaled loudly as they reached the entrance, trying to suss out all the strange and unpleasant smells.
"Swanfeather? Dewpaw? Swankit has a thorn stuck in her pad."
Wait a minute, Swanfeather.... Swanfeather... Hmmmm-AH! That was the bad cat! Uncle Crowblaze's words of warning echoed in the back of her mind and Swankit planted her paw firmly on the ground - determined to not look hurt at all so that she'd avoid interacting with the disgraced medicine cat.
Swankit's eyes widened like an owl and she fixed her unwavering stare on Swanfeather as she came into view, capturing every word the cat was saying; in case there was a hint of a threat.
"Place Swankit there and have her stick out her paw. Try to distract her,"
Distract her? So she can overdose her with poppy seed? Not on her watch! Swankit fizzled herself up like an angry canary, making tiny squeaks to accompany the look, which she assumed were threatening. She still bounced over to where Swanfeather was gesturing, in case her mother tried to nudge her over. She must remain vigilant! She'll bap the siamese if she had to!
Swankit stood on her tippy-toes for maximum threat when Swanfeather had the audacity to speak softly to her. Those words, mimicking her mother's in tone... she shall not fall for them!!
"No touch from you! Crowblaze said bad!" She tried to growl, although it only made her voice vibrate strangely. Swankit paused for a moment in thought, she did still need to be treated. "...Dewpaw can touch." The kit begrudgingly stated, turning to look at the mentioned apprentice as she spoke to her.
"You need to play in the fog before it goes away! It's the best for hide and seek."
...That was true, she supposed. Swankit would need to master the ways of the fog before it caused her pain again. "It's good for getting thorns in paws as well - I can't play where I can't see."
THERE'S SOMETHING VERY WRONG Fawn williams Hellion - uncle crowblaze is gonna get a talking to, me thinks |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 21, 2017 20:19:05 GMT -5
I can feel you on my lips all the time But I just wanna feel you in my heart and on my mind
Lotuswhisker's soft brown ears flicked briefly, but she was able to gain control of her emotions quickly. You're going to turn my kit's paw injury into a teaching experience for Dewpaw? Obviously the medicine cat's apprentice would need training to deal with all types of situations. However... Lotuswhisker hesitated, not wanting anything to go wrong with her precious Swankit due to novice errors.
Slowly, however, Lotuswhisker began to ease back some of her suddenly fierce maternal instincts, and she managed a complying smile. It was still difficult to look Swanfeather in the eyes, as if the past were truly in the past. Every now and then something dark and unpleasant floated up to the surface like poisoned fish, but Lotuswhisker was not inflexible.
Many cats in the Clan were still stubbornly against Swanfeather, speaking out against her or whispering in the dark corners of the warriors' den about how long she would remain in the Clan before she was 'up to her old tricks again'. Lotuswhisker did not intend to be part of that problem.
Imagine her surprise when Swankit's shrill growls (adorable, under different circumstances) were directed right at Swanfeather, as if she'd already been indoctrinated on RainClan's special brand of resentment.
"No touch from you! Crowblaze said bad!"
"Swankit!" Lotuswhisker mewed, shocked. She gave the kitten a scolding rasp between the ears. "Swanfeather is our medicine cat, whether Crowblaze approves or not. She is going to help you feel better. Dewpaw too." I'm going to have a talk with Gullswoop about his brother. If he's been putting that fishdung in my kits' heads about purists and loyalists...
Oh, she would have his tail for bedding.
"I apologize, Swanfeather." Lotuswhisker's tail tapped the ground, displeased. "Please continue."
45 Moons | Senior Warrior | RainClan Lotuswhisker Tags: Hellion @medusa williams Notes: Oh Crowblaze you are in so much trouble Word Count: 289 Words |
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Post by Hellion on Oct 23, 2017 19:21:55 GMT -5
 [smear:ffffff]Swanfeather[/smear:343B4F] I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living 75 Moons || Medicine Cat of RainClan || She-Cat
There was a moment when a look of praise flashed across Swanfeather's features but blink and it was gone. Dewpaw would earn those looks of approval long before she actually got verbal praise and that would be a rare occurance. However as he prepared to draw the thorn out her plan was stalled by a certain kit squeaking about who she was. At the mention of Crowblaze, Swanfeather's eyes drifted upward to meet Lotuswhisker's gaze. It seemed that the old wound would never heal not that she blamed Crowblaze. She had done a lot of bad.
Turning to Dewpaw she did consider letting the apprentice take the lead but it wouldn't be a simple task. Kits were the hardest to care for.
"I can't let Dewpaw do it because she doesn't know how yet. You have to let me do it otherwise it will get infected and no one wants that," Swanfeather told the she-kit before flicking her tail for Dewpaw to move a little closer.
As Lotuswhisker reprimanded Swankit, the older she-cat got to work. Even if the cat thrashed, Swanfeather was well practiced in thorn removal and would get it done without too much issue.
"Lick the area to find the thorn and use your teeth to pull it out at a steady pace. If you pull too fast you risk the thorn breaking and too slow you prolong the discomfort. ," She explained to Dewpaw before starting the actions described. With well-trained ease, Swanfeather removed the thorn and spit it out near her own paw in order to dispose of it later.
"Now the moss, use it to clean the found and lastely you will chew the marigold and place it over her wound," She directed letting her apprentice closer to the sitituation by moving back slightly.
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Post by williams on Oct 24, 2017 13:26:44 GMT -5
dewpaw,
The... shriek came entirely at a shock. It took visible effort on Dewpaw's part to make her fur lie flat again, her tail being the only indicator that she had been properly startled. She watched the older cats share a look, something they couldn't help. Again frustration bubbled up again. Was it her place to know what her mentor had done? Would it help with my training? She thought, unsure of the answer. She was still too young to really understand everything. She just wanted to be helpful to her clan. And being helpful requires dealing with cats who don't like your mentor
Dewpaw listened patiently at Swanfeather explained the process, then performed the action. The thorn was easily removed, spat to the side. Dewpaw sniffed at it, the faint scent of blood tickling her nose. It had gone deep enough to hurt, that's for sure. At Swanfeather's next request, the apprentice leapt into action. She dragged the moss closer, using her own paws to get Swankit's paw on the moss. Her gestures weren't as smooth as Swanfeather's, trying to be gentle but her lack of practice making the movements jerky. She put the marigold on as gently at she could, knowing already that it tended to sting. She would have to ask later why it stung....
"Sorry, Swankit," She apologized after it was applied, the taste of marigold sitting heavy on her tongue. "We're almost done though! Then you can play and forget all about that thorn." Her voice hadn't lost its kit edge yet, making her words seem as if a denmate was helping rather than a medicine cat. But her face was frowning in concentration, her desire to do well clear on her features. Dewpaw looked back up at her mentor, holding the paw out for her to see. "Did I do it all right?" She asked. The paste wasn't really a paste, it was too thick. It was apparent she hadn't chewed it long enough. But, the juices were still present, and they had dripped into the little wound as intended. Her eyes glanced nervously at Lotuswhisker, hoping for her approval too. Last thing she wanted to do was to hurt a queen's kit.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2017 13:57:30 GMT -5
WHAT'S THIS? WHAT'S THIS?Swankit folded her ears flat and crouched away from her mother's scolding lick. The tabby she-kit was only defending herself from the blood-hating she-cat! She stared up at Swanfeather, wrinkling her nose, determined to not feel bad one bit.
"I can't let Dewpaw do it because she doesn't know how yet. You have to let me do it otherwise it will get infected and no one wants that,"
Well... damn, that made sense. Swankit would rather endure being touched by Swanfeather than loose her paw's use completely. Growling and muttering to herself, Swankit fizzled out her pelt some more but obediently raised her paw and froze like a statue whilst Swanfeather removed the painful thorn.
The second the siamese pulled away to spit out the fawn, Swankit rose on her hind-paws and did a strange bouncy shimmy across the floor, lifting her front paws off the ground and bristling her tail. She only stopped when she had hobbled around her mother at least twice before settling back to her spot. It was her way of venting out the nervous energy she had kept at bay whilst the dreaded cat had touched her.
Even if Swanfeather did mean to help, the she-cat has a bad past, and bad cats can't just turn good... can they? Ugh, Swankit hated not knowing things. Swanfeather was unpredictable to her, and that was frustrating.
Surprised by Dewpaw's sudden grabbiness, Swankit tried to pull her paw back with a startled squawk before realizing what the older cat was trying to do. She tried to be as compliant as she could but Dewpaw's twitchy movements made her nervous and the juice stung so every now and then, she'd toss her head back at stare at her mother. Each time, Swankit made sure to give Lotuswhisker the biggest, baby-round eyes; filled with confusion and betrayal. Why mother? Why must you force your daughter to go through such brutal pain? WHY!?
"Sorry, Swankit, we're almost done though! Then you can play and forget all about that thorn."
Swankit twisted her head back around to sniff at the strange chunky mixture Dewpaw had licked onto her paw; her jaws opening wide and nose wrinkling in disgust. Ew.
"Gross." Swankit stuck out her tongue, unsure on how such foul-smelling poultices could help her in any way. After a brief pause, she decided to add an afterthought, to make it clear how she felt about the situation. "And ow."
THERE'S SOMETHING VERY WRONG Fawn williams Hellion - WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME, MOTHER?! |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 27, 2017 23:40:15 GMT -5
I can feel you on my lips all the time But I just wanna feel you in my heart and on my mind The healing process went about as well as could be expected with a reluctant kit and a novice healer. Lotuswhisker watched them work, trying not to submerge her thoughts in memories of the civil war. How long would that event dog their steps? Chewing at their heels like an unrelenting hound with cat blood on it's tongue?
It would take many, many seasons for those scars to fade a little. They would never disappear, Lotuswhisker was not so naive to think so.
But that did not mean she had to stand idly by and wait for history to take care of itself. With Swankit's theatrical reactions, Lotuswhisker's stern expression relaxed into something kinder, and she gave Dewpaw an approving smile. "Thank you for taking such good care of my Swankit. Swankit," Lotuswhisker leaned in and gave the plush kitten a soothing couple of licks, able to smell the marigold resting over the wound. "Say thank you to Swanfeather and Dewpaw. It's important to be respectful and courteous, especially to cats who help you."
The conflicting instructions was bound to be confusing - with Crowblaze muttering rudeness into Swankit's ear on one side, and Lotuswhisker trying to counter it with respect and good manners on the other, Swankit ignoring both in the end didn't seem like an unlikely result.
Yes, she would definitely be putting a stop to this nonsense. Crowblaze and his cantankerous nature had no business spreading to sweet, innocent young minds like Swankit. Lotuswhisker was not the sort of mother who did not expect questions or back-talk from her kits; they weren't perfect little decorations, meant to be seen and not heard. Swankit was smart. All of her kits were sharp, and Lotuswhisker prepared herself each day to sate their curiosity each time they questioned the world around them.
That was a mother's duty, after all.
To nurture, and to teach. 45 Moons | Queen | RainClan Lotuswhisker |
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