Post by Fawn on Jul 30, 2019 14:04:25 GMT -5
curiosity is not a sin...
...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity
Shadowchaser
The sky hinted at dawn's approach when the medicine cats emerged from the Moon Tree's cavern. Shadowchaser felt shaken to his core. Though the smiles and goodbyes he gave to the other medicine cats were sincere, it was clear the moment their focus was no longer on him that something was amiss. That aching dread of trying to fight the inevitable was sitting inside of him like a broken rib, a feeling he couldn't shake no matter how positive he tried to be - how sensible, how compassionate.
Smokefur had her own agenda, he saw, as she slipped away to speak with Falconstorm. Briefly, he felt his paws pull him in his mentor's direction - no doubt she'd ask about Gorsetail, and it was a question still burning bright in the forefront of Shadowchaser's mind - but that feeling quickly faded. Truthfully, he wasn't in the mood.
Truthfully, he couldn't handle more bad news.
Shadowchaser exhaled into the half-night half-morning air, addressing Cinderfur and Frostjaw who had gone to the Moon Tree as their escorts. "I'm sure she won't be long. Did the herbs hold up? Anyone feeling fatigued?" Shadowchaser had been careful to vary the doses of travel herbs, considering one of his two guards was much bigger than the other. Still, these sorts of things took practice, and Shadowchaser's gaze landed on Frostjaw in particular, a little more keen to hear his answer than Cinderfur's.
Despite his supernatural brush with Blackwolf a mere moments ago, Shadowchaser greedily focused on this menial task at paw - he needed the distraction. He didn't want to spend the entire walk back to his nest caught up in thoughts of a war he couldn't prevent, torturing himself with that unshakeable feeling that he would never be prepared enough for the cats who were going to need him in the future.
Smokefur had her own agenda, he saw, as she slipped away to speak with Falconstorm. Briefly, he felt his paws pull him in his mentor's direction - no doubt she'd ask about Gorsetail, and it was a question still burning bright in the forefront of Shadowchaser's mind - but that feeling quickly faded. Truthfully, he wasn't in the mood.
Truthfully, he couldn't handle more bad news.
Shadowchaser exhaled into the half-night half-morning air, addressing Cinderfur and Frostjaw who had gone to the Moon Tree as their escorts. "I'm sure she won't be long. Did the herbs hold up? Anyone feeling fatigued?" Shadowchaser had been careful to vary the doses of travel herbs, considering one of his two guards was much bigger than the other. Still, these sorts of things took practice, and Shadowchaser's gaze landed on Frostjaw in particular, a little more keen to hear his answer than Cinderfur's.
Despite his supernatural brush with Blackwolf a mere moments ago, Shadowchaser greedily focused on this menial task at paw - he needed the distraction. He didn't want to spend the entire walk back to his nest caught up in thoughts of a war he couldn't prevent, torturing himself with that unshakeable feeling that he would never be prepared enough for the cats who were going to need him in the future.
medicine cat of nightclan
Greenleaf Day 11, night of the Medicine Cat Meeting