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Post by stormclaw on Aug 28, 2011 14:52:19 GMT -6
Fallingfeather sat in the deeper part of the Medicine den, sorting her herbs carefully. Her stock was slowly running out, and she would have to gather more herbs out in the territory.
She picked out the bad, cracked leaves and lay them into one pile, then she picked out the good, healthy leaves and lay them into another pile. Fallingfeather sighed. She felt slightly bored and lonely, but she loved her job as a medicine cat. |
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Post by ℳintу on Aug 29, 2011 10:51:47 GMT -6
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Spottedfern had woken up that morning with a terrible itching feeling in her throat. She hated the discomfort and, of course felt that it was StarClan's way of using karma to punish her for taking the extra mouse from the pile the previous night. She let out a cough and felt her chest ache a bit. It didn't appear to be very serious, but knowing Spottedfern, she took this morning sore throat out of proportion and raced around camp, unsure of what she should do to get rid of it.
Her eyes glanced toward the medicine cat den, hope rising in her eyes. Certainly the medicine cat could give her something for her sore throat to cure her of this bad karma; she promised herself to be especially careful and considerate of how much fresh-kill she ate today. Hurrying herself, and in turn tumbling over her own paws, she finally arrived at the medicine cat den.
"Uhm, uh, Fallingfeather?" the tortoiseshell she-cat's quiet, sweet and melodious meow errupted from her small, furry lips. She was acting like a kitten, almost a bit fearful of the medicine cat's den. But that was Spottedfern for you. She slunk quickly into the den, ears a bit further down on her head than needed.
"Um, that is. . .," she tried to think of what she needed, tripping over some words that came out as jumbled. ". . er, you see - my throat is very itchy today. It appears StarClan has become unpleasant with me," her face showed a smile, but by her cringing it was obvious that it was faked.
"Um, what I wanted to know . . was that . . do you have anything that can sooth my throat?" Spottedfern braced herself, feeling tongue-tied once again. Even more than her sore throat, the poor she-cat needed a true 'chill' pill.
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Post by stormclaw on Aug 29, 2011 14:02:10 GMT -6
Fallingfeather perked her gray ears as she heard Spottedfern's mumbly voice sounding near the entrance to the medicine den. The silver tabby padded over to Spottedfern and greeted her with a smile before saying, "An itchy throat, you say?"
Fallingfeathe turned and disappeared further in the den and soon returned with a small piece of honey in her mouth. She lay it by Spottedfern's paws and said, "Eat this up. Your throat may become warmer, but that's just the honey. And try not to talk loudly or cough too much, but I don't think you have to since it's only a mild sore throat."
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Post by ℳintу on Aug 29, 2011 15:27:59 GMT -6
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Spottedfern winced, feeling suddenly self-conscious around the medicine cat. In her opinion, Fallingfeather was quite a sight to look at, and Spottedfern could feel her anxiety begin to spark. Fallingfeather was a medicine cat and would help her though, right? Of course!
She nodded to the medicine cat, attempting to gain confidence. She plastered a kindhearted and real smile upon her maw as she closed her pale green eyes. As Fallingfeather returned, Spottedfern felt comforted and glad.
"Thank you so much, Falling," she meowed a nickname, as she often would shorten cat's names to her preferences, yet another quirk of hers. She bent down and looked at the honey sticking to its comb - fresh and certainly sticky. She gave Fallingfeather another sweet look of gratitude before graciously giving several licks at the honey comb. A thick coating of honey lay over Spottedfern's throat now, and she felt quite soothed.
She let out a sigh of contentment as the dumb-looking smile returned to her face, allowing her to finally relax. She de-stressed her shoulders and limbs into a sitting position, blinking slowly.
"Oh my, that's much better," she meowed, softer than normal at Fallingfeather's instructions. Her ears perked slightly and she glanced around the den. "How have you been, Falling?" Being Spottedfern, the she-cat was very genuine in her question - not just making small talk for the sake of it. Her pale green orbs seized up the medicine cat as she offered her the same dumb smile once more.
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Post by stormclaw on Aug 31, 2011 19:03:10 GMT -6
Fallingfeather chuckled in amusement as Spottedfern scarfed down the honey as if it were the last mouse on Earth. "You're most certainly welcome, Spottedfern." she purred, giving her chest fur a few quick licks. The silver tabby curled her long-furred tail around her paws and gave Spottedfern a slightly surprised look when she asked how she was doing. "I've been great, actually. This season is going wonderfully, and the prey is abundant." she mewed.
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Post by ℳintу on Sept 3, 2011 18:18:58 GMT -6
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Spottedfern's throat felt oh so much better, and she couldn't help but thank that medicine cat once more with a nod of her head and her signature dumb-looking smile. Oh, how nice it is to be in good health. Her thoughts shifted as Fallingfeather mentioned the good season. There was her smile once more.
"Well, then, that's certainly … swell!" she meowed after a moment of carefully selecting her words. As of late she had been trying her best to utilize new words the elders have been using.
"It has been plenty warm though, I must say. Maybe the mice give up and decide it's best to die by the claw than by the sun?" she meowed with a chuckle. She knew she sounded like an elder, but it almost pleased her. She'd rather be looked at odd because she was speaking as if she wished to be wise rather than if she spoke like a kitten.
"That-that is…," her tongue became tied once more. She was still Spottedfern after all. "I'm about to go find myself something to eat. Would you like me to fet-fetch something for you, too?" Her meow was light and sweet and her visage was more than welcoming.
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