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Post by gingerluna on May 16, 2019 20:05:52 GMT -6
As they walked, Baypaw looked ahead, constantly checking for the shapes of pine trees. He shivered as a fierce wind blew. How did RavenClan cats stand it? He looked over at Dartwing, anxiety thrumming in his chest.
"Thank you," he finally said. "It's been so hard in WillowClan, lately. We lost Cloudfern last night, and, I..." He sighed sharply. "I don't know what we would've done without these herbs." Maybe he wasn't supposed to share this much, but Dartwing was a medicine cat, who'd helped to train Rosedawn, who'd been trained by Paledawn just like him, and Baypaw felt a kinship. As he spotted the pine trees ahead, he perked up. "StarClan said they'd be here! In Rosedawn's dream!" he chirped, quickly walking with more vigor. "When RavenClan's in need, come to WillowClan. We won't forget this. Please tell Ashenstar." He looked the tom in the eyes, hoping he understood the sincerity of his words.
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Post by niftyshark on May 24, 2019 17:20:04 GMT -6
Dartwing understood the feeling of helplessness. As medicine cats they could only do so much. Some physical and mental ailments could be treated, but some couldn’t. Sometimes the collective knowledge they all held still wasn’t enough. Sometimes StarClan knew the way and sometimes they didn’t. The position they held in their clan was far from consistent and definitely not easy, but it was absolutely necessary. “I’m sorry about Cloudfern,” he said when Baypaw finished. He was about to say more, but he closed his mouth with a smile when Baypaw ran towards the nearby pine trees, dotted in what they were looking for. He looked at the apprentice in surprise when he promised aid in the future, and he laughed lightly. “Spoken like a true medicine cat. Well done.” He reached up to remove some of the lungwort, carefully carving it away from the tree bark.
(Fin with your next post? Or keep going for a bit?)
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Post by gingerluna on May 26, 2019 18:09:02 GMT -6
Baypaw perked up at Dartwing's words, carefully carving lungwort from the bark. His tail swished excitedly behind him. Everything was going to be okay. He felt like he could sprint the entire way back to WillowClan. He looked back at Haypaw with a bright expression, his previously anxious demeanor all but a memory as he picked up the lungwort, holding it ever so carefully in his jaws, like it could crumble away in a moment.
(fin, i give up, i cant make it prettier.)
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