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Crimsonpaw
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To put it bluntly, the little orange apprentice was bored out of his pelt. Sprawled on in the middle of camp with his stomach turned towards the sun, he sighed heavily every now and then hoping someone would pay attention to him. With Fleetingthunder nowhere around for him to pester for some more information about being a medicine cat, the tom had no idea what to do. He was only just an apprentice, at nine moons; he was just getting to know all the names to the herbs, all the distinguishing features and their healing qualities. If he knew more, he could go and organize the herbs like a good little apprentice. That was one thing holding him back, the other was, it was so boring! Granted it would give him something to do, he somehow found laying around like a piece of fresh-kill more enjoyable.

The Clan itself seemed to be dead. No cats seemed to be enjoying the late afternoon sun; they were all doing productive things, like hunting, or training, doing Warrior stuff. Crimsonpaw never really took an interest in being a warrior, the medicine cat life appealed to him more. He would rather help cats instead of hurting them, just like Fleetingthunder had nursed him back to health when his mother came after him. Crimsonpaw felt his insides turn cold at the thought of his mother and how she had almost crippled him for life. It was a long and painful process nursing his leg back to health so that he could walk again, but he knew that if he didn’t overcome the pain and walk, his mother would’ve won. He couldn’t let that happen.

He may be young, but he understood the darkness that rested in her heart. She was overwhelmed by the pain he caused her and she didn’t know how to show it. She wasn’t a bad cat; he had to tell himself that. The idea of coming from a sinful cat hurt too much. Crimsonpaw pushed the thought from his mind and rolled over so that he was on his stomach with his front legs stretched out in front of him with his head rested on them. He released another over exaggerated sigh into the quiet camp, which turned into a yawn and soon, he found himself smiling. However, boredom was still settled on his mind and he was certain that if he didn’t find something to do soon, he would lose his mind.


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Stormywind
Warrior of ThunderClan

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Stormywind was stuck. Not literally, more metaphorically. He was trying to decide if he should approach Crimsonpaw, the medicine cat apprentice of ThunderClan. Earlier in the day, Stormywind was out in ThunderClan territory with some of his fellow clan mates hunting, as Fadingcloud had assigned him. As usual the group quickly left Stormywind behind without much thought except maybe to sneer at him. That was how Stormywind found himself with one mouse on an extremely hot day and no company. The warrior decided to take a break in the shade of a short oak tree. Stormywind was starting to enjoy the silence when he became aware of an odd buzzing sound. Slightly irritated by the sound he searched for it and came across a bee hive. The tom instantly moved away in case he angered the bees in some way but soon came to a stop and looked at the hive curiously. Stormywind knew from watching the clan activity so much in his spare time that the medicine cats used honey for some purpose or another but honey was hard to get and hard to come by. So with that thought in mind, Stormywind made his way back to the clan to tell Fleetingthunder of his little find.

Upon entering the ThunderClan camp, Stormywind went to the fresh kill pile and added his mouse before padding over to the medicine cat den. Oddly, Fleetingthunder wasn't there so he went to go look around the camp. It was only then that the tom noticed Crimsonpaw. Stormywind hesitated about telling the medicine cat apprentice about the hive but figured why not? It didn't look like Crimsonpaw was doing anything too important.

The tom cautiously made his way to the apprentice but stopped. Should he tell Crimsonpaw about the hive? If he was just going to snap at him or maybe get the hive and take all the glory of the find to himself, maybe Stormywind should just go alone and get it.

So there Stormywind was, trying to decide what to do. The tom quickly shook his head and decided to give the tom a chance, after all, not all ThunderClan cats didn't like him. Look at Catnipcloud who had actually nodded to him the other day.

"H-hey Crimsonpaw." Stormywind stuttered in slight nervousness, but still offering the apprentice a hesitant smile. "I f-found a bee hive out in th-the forest. I was won-wondering if you might ne-need it." He said, his voice getting lower and lower with each word, but was still loud enough to be heard in the empty clearing. His ears had pinned themselves back and he shifted from foot to foot while he waited and answer.

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It was good that Fleetingthunder was around. This was his apprentice after all, and not only did he need to train him, he needed to comfort him too. He hadn't seen him this bored in a while. "Stormywind," he nodded his head to the warrior in appreciation of his announcement, "Thank you. I'm sure we'll be able to get honey out of it soon. But, may I talk to Crimsonpaw in private for a moment?" he didn't want to seem pushy, he just wanted to ask Crimsonpaw something,that Stormywind wouldn't find too interesting.