My paws are tucked under, my eyes wonder around, 'I'm different then all these clan cats... I'm a kittypet! 'I thought bitterly... 'But I have no family to go back to now I'm lucky I event made it out of our house alive but for what... At least the clan cats have accepted me as their medicine cat it gives me a chance to help people oh but what it would be to actually do some fighting for once!' I stand up and stretch, I see Lunastorm so I paddled over to her. "When can we some battle training? I'm getting anise just messing with herbs." I meowed my paws kneading the ground. 'How long does it take for Shadowclan to get invaded and for me to get put to work, aren't we feared?' I thought but realized that wasn't something I should have thought of. I realized the fur on my shoulders was beginning to stand up and gave them a lick and looked at Lunastorm hoping she didn't notice anything unusal.
Lunastorm was relaxing in her nest when Burnpaw walked over. She glanced up at him. She was young herself, only 16 moons, and didn't want to take on an apprentice when she was just made Medicine Cat only a few moons ago. Whirlstar begged to differ with her saying Burnpaw might help ease the whole when Flamespirit died. He was a nice companion, though. Sometimes, annoying but nice to be around.
She yawned as he started to mumble something about warrior training. The long-furred she-cat sat up, her green eyes glowing in the darkness of the den. "We don't battle train, my young apprentice. It is the warrior's job to protect the clan with claws. We use herbs." She meowed sweetly to reassure him.
Lunastorm watched his fur rise. "I'm sorry, if being a Medicine Cat isn't the dream life, like a warriors life but we do mean something to the Clan, I assure you, Burnpaw."
this post is 157 words. it’s for Burnpaw. p.s. Yes, please try to keep it in thiid-person.
Burnpaw looked down in thought and then said "But we need to know how to defend our self don't we?" He kneaded the ground impatiently he wanted to do something he hated be stuck around in places doing nothing. "I know we are a use to the clan it's just it can get boring at times and I get bored" he meowed. All of a sudden a thought came to his mind and a sinester smile came to his lips. Prank that's it play a prank on someone but who? He thought. Whirlstar shoundn't get too mad because I'm a Med. cat, hopefully he will see that I'm bored and take me out or something. Before Lunastorm could say anything he turn around and meowed back "I will be back I just have something to do." He chuckled.
Lunastorm narrowed her eye's at Burnpaw. "You should mind your tongue, Burnpaw. You are an apprentice. You are not a full medicine cat, I am. Remember, you signed up for this. You think this is all fun and games. Its hard work." She meowed with a slight hiss. She was getting tried of him saying he was bored and had nothing to do. What a way to wake up.... Burnpaw turned to leave and started to say something about being back later. Lunastorm jumped and blocked his way. "I don't think so, now that you woke me up we have work to do. We are going to check on the Elders, then restock the herb pile. Then later, you will be quizzed on the herbs and its uses." She meowed with a stern voice. Lets see who's bored now.
this post is 140 words. it’s for Burnpaw. p.s. notes.
Burnpaws ears flicked as she jumped in front of him and stopped him. He paused for a moment narrowing his eyes, then lighten up. "Work at last!" he cheered. "It took long enough for you to give me something to do before I get in trouble" he chuckled. He flicked his tail and looked at her gently "I know are my mentor and your the closest thing I have to a mother" he purred with sadness. This was true what he said and he has never told anyone this before. "So what you want me to do first" he asked quietly.
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"You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."
A lone pale figure limped into camp just then. Sandclaw was proudly holding a bird in her mouth, but both her front paws were scraped, and little drops of blood followed her trail. She had been hunting, and this time had scurried recklessly up a twisted tree, getting her paws scraped on the gnarly splintered wood in the process, but nonetheless had caught the little bird off guard, to her unhindered satisfaction.
After dropping her piece on the fresh kill pile, she began to lick the blood from her paws. No use, they were pretty badly scraped. At least this time she hadn't snagged a claw. That had been pretty painful, and the mistake had left her in a foul mood. But now, she couldn't be depressed by something that happened inevitably. It was all for the hunt, and a few scrapes were worth a successful catch.
But without treatment, they would get infected with time, so Sandclaw limped over to the medicine cat's den, and found Lunastorm with her new young apprentice, Burnpaw. She dipped her head respectfully to them both. Burnpaw, that apprentice always seemed to be getting ahead of himself. She turned her attention then to Lunastorm, sitting to show her scraped paw pads. "Sorry, I messed up again." She meowed sheepishly, her gaze not meeting Lunastorm's as she admitted her recklessness.
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Lunastorm's pelt started to bristle at Burnpaw's comment. She was just about to say something when Sandclaw walked in. She turned her attention toward the ginger she-cat. She smile warmly at her. "One moment, Sandclaw." She looked back at Burnpaw."Go do something productive work, while I speak with Sandclaw." She meowed in a stern voice to her apprentice.
When Burnpaw was out of earshot Lunastorm looked back at Sandclaw. "I'm sorry about that. He just gets under my skins and sometime I feel like I wanna box his ears... And I'm putting my problems on you. Again, I'm sorry." She looked down at Sandclaw's sore paw. She went and grabbed some Comfrey Root. It has large leaves, small bell-shaped flowers, which are pink, white, or purple, and fat, black roots. "This soothes pain and helps prevent swelling." She meowed softly, chewing the root to get the juice and put it on the scraped paw. "Better?" She smiled.
this post is 157 words. it’s for Burnpaw & Sandclaw. p.s. .