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Post by williams on Jan 30, 2019 0:03:00 GMT -5
DEWFROST There was a bite on the breeze, and the young medicine cat wasn't going to let her guard down with it there. With an amusing purr from Swanfeather, Dewfrost set her sights on examining Rainclan. Every cat ended up in the medicine cat's den at some point during the past couple days, careful touches from her nose and gentle paws a long call away from the fumbling apprentice that first stepping into treating the clan. Her words were soft but strict, a snap to them familiar to any cats from the older generation. Finally the numbers dwindled, and a familiar face was left as the last one of the day. "Hi Brookfall, you ready?" Her smile was apparent even in her voice. She enjoyed her family's presence, a little connection to those of her blood living out in the world and exploring it from their warrior perspective. Dewfrost hoped she'd never have to see her family in the medicine cat's den for more than these check-ups. --- backdated so Dew isn't as sad Fawn , short and sweet!! |
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Post by Fawn on Jan 30, 2019 7:50:37 GMT -5
Brookfall 43 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior "Yes." The silver and black tom padded forward on sturdy paws, keeping himself still so that his niece might conduct her examination without hassle. He was but one of many that had been called into the medicine cat's den, herb-scent heavy in his nose, but thankfully it was only a Clan-wide checkup, not an epidemic. "Have you seen to Lilygleam and Burrnose?" Brookfall named her paternal grand-kin, curious about the relationship held between Dewpaw and her father's parents.
Considering himself still quite young, there was a part of Brookfall that rallied against the distinction of senior warrior. Not that he ever expressed this publically. Of course not. It was an honor to reach the rank of senior warrior, and he should be proud of the legacy he was leaving behind for the younger generations.
Proud.
Brookfall's expression remained peaceful, not betraying the tangled, thorny thoughts lurking behind his eyes. What sort of legacy was he leaving behind? What, if anything, was he leaving behind that was distinctly his?
Silverstar's legacy was carved into the stars, and it was staring back at him now - full of knowledge and life and compassion.
So what was he leaving behind?
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Post by williams on Jan 30, 2019 20:53:26 GMT -5
DEWFROST Her smile broadened as Brookfall stepped closer. His question was almost lost immediately to the tests in Dewfrost's mind. "Hm, I did see Lilygleam, Burrnose is coming in tomorrow. He was on hunting duty today, and I didn't want to take anyone from that." Her response was said a bit absently, Dewfrost starting to examine him. As with the cats who had come in today, her family got the same attention: gentle touches to their ears to test if they reacted, paws against their side to feel how much they breathed, close examination of paw pads for any surprises. "Keep an eye on this paw pad," was the first thing directed to Brookfall that wasn't an instruction for the past ten minutes. "I think it was scratched in the past and it'll be more likely to crack from the cold air in Leaf-bare. Other than that, you're in good health." then she leaned back, giving her uncle space again to give him another bright smile. -- Fawn, gosh sorry you'll have to get brook to ask her about life. she's not playin nice |
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Post by Fawn on Jan 30, 2019 21:24:41 GMT -5
Brookfall 43 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior Not expecting any sort of health notices or things to watch out for, Brookfall's large silver-white ears swiveled, pricking forward to catch her words in the nanosecond it took the tom to realize she was giving him instructions. Brookfall smiled, dipping his head appreciatively. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Dewfrost." Though he longed to leave, to simply wander off and get lost in the midst of his own thoughts, something prevented him from doing so.
He did not want his legacy to be little more than a charming smile and a pretty face that would be missed when he was gone.
Rather than take his leave, Brookfall purred at his niece. "You have the look of a cat that's been busy from sunrise to sunset. If you have not eaten, I caught a trout today that you and I might enjoy together." She had become so studious, so much an adult. It made him feel aged. Somewhat forgotten as the lives of everyone around him moved on.
He had been... changed, to a degree, by the loss of Pipitpaw. He had not been close to his late apprentice, but the tom's death had still shocked him. It revealed an ugly truth. He had been more upset over the death of Darkrose, a known traitor (former mentor or not) than the tom he'd been assigned to raise. What sort of cat was he becoming?
Brookfall kept up his smile, hating that ugly, ugly answer.
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Post by williams on Jan 31, 2019 17:26:23 GMT -5
At the mention of food, Dewfrost's response was interrupted by her own stomach growling in appreciation for the offer. She didn't remember the last time she had eaten, truth be told. Ensuring her clan mates were healthy and ready for the snow that the young cat could practically taste on the breeze had come first. Laughing with embarrassment at her lapse, Dewfrost replied, "Food sounds like a great idea, thank you." She trotted with her uncle to get the food, finding a quiet corner for them to sit with the impression that Dewfrost wasn't working. Most of the clan knew now to go to Dewfrost instead of Swanfeather, some of the older cats taking pleasure in that development. She would still take interruptions of course, but this was time to spend with her family. The word 'family' felt foreign to the young cat, knowing she had relatives by blood yes, but her choice in career path led her family to be Swanfeather and Frostfang as well. She spent more time with them than anyone in her family, even more than Ferngaze. As close as they were as kits and even as young apprentices, their paths and mentor's mindsets on the world had pushed the pair away. The thought sat heavily on her mind as she settled by Brookfall, causing a frown to form on her features. "How's the river flowing?" Dewfrost asked, sidestepping her thoughts and moving to a more typical question one would hear at a gathering for a Rainclan cat out of respect, a simple question to talk about one's day. Frankly, she wasn't sure where she was supposed to start. Perhaps Brookfall would have a better conversation topic. -- Fawn |
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Post by Fawn on Jan 31, 2019 18:32:16 GMT -5
Brookfall 43 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior "The river flows well," Brookfall replied after he had pawed over the trout he'd caught earlier. The elders, queens and kits were fed, and he wholly considered feeding the medicine cats just as important a duty as the others. Dewfrost's best effort at initiating a conversation was an old, tired line from the Gathering? Brookfall found amusement in that. Social interaction was a sphere he had much experience in. A more arrogant cat would call it expertise.
"We'll have to work on your nestside manner," Brookfall remarked, letting her know he meant no harm with a gentle laugh. Everyone in the Clan knew Swanfeather wasn't the social type - with good reason - and there was very real chance that Swanfeather's frosty demeanor had rubbed off on young Dewfrost. A question popped into his head, and he regarded her with curious yellow eyes, always finding it easier to talk about others than himself.
Redirect. React. Reflect their emotional states back at them - if they had good news to share, he would enjoy it just as they, and the same was said of bad news.
"I always wondered something, if you don't mind me asking. When you were named a full medicine cat, why Dewfrost? Surely not a little tribute to your father's warrior name." It could be something as simple as his niece's pelt color, but Brookfall found her naming convention interesting, and suspected a deeper reason than the hair on Dewfrost's hide.
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Post by williams on Jan 31, 2019 19:28:12 GMT -5
dewfrost, Brookfall's tease was met with a small snort, not out of anger but out of knowing. She knew that it was easier to talk with cats when she was taking care of them, and it wasn't like her conversations outside of work had been fruitful. Swanfeather too was abrupt and to the point."I hope you'll visit often then to teach me." The younger cat joked before ducking down to take a bite of prey. She didn't want to be rude, but did take a few more bites out when her stomach realized just how hungry it was.
Her head tilted at his question, blinking out of surprise. It wasn't really a shared fact among the clan then. Just another gap between her and the warriors, she thought. Dewfrost hummed through her bite, finishing it politely rather than spitting scales everywhere when she responded. "I think Swanfeather named me after my Starclan guide, Frostfang." Her smile was softer than it had been at any other point. Starclan was her domain, and she was proud of the leaps she had made there. "I helped Rainclan reconnect, and I think she wanted to acknowledge that."
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Post by Fawn on Jan 31, 2019 20:14:25 GMT -5
Brookfall 43 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior Frostfang. Brookfall cocked his head, inquisitive stare growing more thoughtful. "I'm afraid I don't recognize the name. What an honor, nevertheless. You've done... incredible things for RainClan." Brookfall's heart twisted at a sudden thought. "You can speak to StarClan cats, then? There's so much secrecy surrounding your travels to the Moon Tree."
"Can you speak to..." The words trailed away, Brookfall covering up the incomplete question with a smile, "Never mind. I don't think I'd be allowed to hear the answer." Dipping his head down to take a small bite of fish, the tom chided himself on nearly asking about Darkrose. Without a doubt, his mentor had gone on to reside in the Dark Forest. Though as the days went by, he was beginning to wonder if that wasn't just a myth told to living cats to encourage good behavior...
The medicine cats never spoke of it. Never spoke to anyone there. As far as he knew.
Yet if he had the ability that Dewfrost had, what would he ask? Brookfall swallowed, the fish morsel trying to stick to his throat. He would ask her if she regretted her actions. If she regretted stringing his heart along like a fish at the end of her claw. If she regretted being exiled, and dying alone in the cold with no one to hear her take her last breath.
If she had died in pain. If she had thought of him, in her last moments.
His relationship with Darkrose had been that of student and pupil, but a starry-eyed Brookpaw had padded after her, charmed by her youth and beauty and life. Deceived by those same things. Darkrose's heart held too much hate and conceit to ever have held any genuine love for him.
And yet...
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Post by williams on Jan 31, 2019 21:57:45 GMT -5
dewfrost,
Dewfrost felt pride with his answer, then concern flashed. She hadn't intended to give anything away, any secrets. They didn't feel like secrets to her, just a part of the path she had taken. Would it hurt to share what she knew, the she-cat wondered. Perhaps it didn't, but even so, when Brookfall's next question came out, she felt her heart ache.
Who did he want to know about? Could she even find the cat, if she learned their name? Starclan's ground were not entirely open to her, Dewfrost knew. Her and Frostfang had found a space to be, a place beside a familiar rushing river, with soft grass and a gentle breeze that smelled faintly of a home that rooted into a Rainclan's soul. But she was only the first step, the first medicine cat to repair the bridge that had been broken till nothing but white yawning met her the first time.
"I'm sorry, Brookfall." Dewfrost started, moving to catch her uncle's eyes. "I don't think I'd be able to find them, much less pass a message along. Starclan's grounds are," She paused to find the right words, sifting through her vocabulary. "They're fragile. Even unintentionally I've lost connection, or got it at weird moments during my day. Sometimes neither Frostfang nor myself can hear each other. I can try to remember who you want to talk to, ask him to say hi, but I'm not a messenger, and neither is he technically." Her words were soft, apologetic even with the bite she had inherited from Swanfeather. Dewfrost truly cared with her entire heart, she wanted to help, but wasn't sure if she even could.
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Post by Fawn on Feb 7, 2019 9:00:36 GMT -5
Brookfall 43 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior Brookfall let loose a whisper of a purr, leaning to gently touch his nose to the soft fur between her ears. When that was done, the silver-and-black tom sat back, returning to that accomodating, reasonable cat he presented himself as. "Thank you, Dewfrost. I should have known better than to ask any more of you than what you've already done for RainClan. Put it out of your mind, please." Brookfall dipped his head, wearing a smile that did not fully disperse the melancholy in his eyes.
She must think I'm talking about Pipitpaw. Of course he'd be talking about reaching out to his dead apprentice. That was the most logical assumption. Brookfall felt irritation flash through his heart; irritation at himself, and at Darkrose for the spell she still held over him. She is dead. That cannot be undone. You torture yourself with questions you can never know the answer to. Let them go. Let her go.
StarClan, he wanted to.
Brookfall, in one little moment of rebellion against the thoughts that kept circling back to Darkrose and the Dark Forest, spoke with renewed warmth. "Feel free to pass on my gratitude to Frostfang nevertheless. I sleep more soundly knowing my niece has become such a competent healer, and they seem largely responsible for that."
He skirted the topic of Swanfeather. It was a touchy subject for most in the Clan, and Brookfall was not one to kick a bee's nest if there was no real advantage to be gained from it.
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