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Post by Battlecry on Sept 8, 2007 1:03:26 GMT -5
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Firetheory
[/center] The other cats had departed. They left to become war heroes, legends for generations to come. In a way, Firetheory was relieved, but at the same time it troubled him. He knew Firetheory would get in the way, he was never a talented fighter, though he was a brilliant tracker... Therefore, he'd be the best suited if enemies had invaded camp. But at the same time.. He would not receive merit for laying here on camp grounds. He sighed as he lay just outside the Medicine Cat's cove, where he lay watching over those sick or wounded, particularly that Shadowstreak. How she would put herself in the way of another cat to save one's life, though they were of a different clan, was beyond the long-haired orange and white tom. He shook his head. She was truly a cat to admire, but what her brother had said was true; He didn't know her, he was new to the clan, new to the clan life as well. Perhaps it was better he be here. He was not like that Rustshade so many seemed to admire. Firetheory took the backseat to many cats without complaint, and he was a decent cat with good morals... Unlike Rustshade, he would be scared, and he would hesitate before an attack.. Especially if Bane had managed to recruit some rogues. He heaved a sigh. He missed his wind friend that whistled just beyond his sight, but he turned away from it's playful call. He volunteered to look after Shadowstreak while the Medicine Cats had gone to war to help the victims and casualties. With basic knowledge, though, he did what he knew best. He took a wad of moss, and, dipping it into cool water, brought it upon her deepest wound with soft but firm presses, eyes dim as he remained deep in thought. [/sub][/color] |
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Post by Warpath on Sept 8, 2007 1:29:12 GMT -5
Darkness and haze. Everything was muted, nothing made sense. Her mind felt heavy and fuzzy, barely able to function. So much had happened in the last few moons. Icepaw...oh how she missed her. They'd gotten along so well, and now she was gone, just gone. Rustshade, that was never to be...and she accepted it...but still, gone. Tinderspark had come for her, but now he had dissapeared too. Everyone was gone...
What had she done to deserve this? Was she really so detestable? Maybe? With this broken body, achieved through what she thought was a noble act, but now what good was she? Broken, body and soul and no way for her to protect her Clan. She felt worthless...
Then the gentle pressure of paws on her side and the insistant sting of her wounds. She tensed, opening her eyes slowly.
"Hello...who are you?" she asked the cat that was tending her. |
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Post by Battlecry on Sept 8, 2007 1:41:11 GMT -5
Eyes, downcast, raised as they looked at the speaker. This Shadowstreak that he had heard so much of.. She had awoken, probably from his persistant cleaning of those wounds, and had spoken to him. He almost dropped his mossball in surprise, but instead set it down on a place untouched by much dirt before he gave a small smile in greeting. I am Firetheory, former rogue, now Mistclan cat. And you are Shadowstreak if I am not mistaken. He said it more as a statement than a comment, of course. He was aware of her name and what she had done for the Stoneclan family, it was hard not to have heard about it. His eyes cast down once more as he steadily licked at the wound, ensuring it didn't get infected, his ears flicked towards her like satellites. She had so much pain in her eyes, not all physical, that made him curiously wonder what had happened to make her so. It was up to his imagination, he supposed, but he kept any questions to himself, his pupils watching her expressions carefully from his periffereal vision. |
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Post by Warpath on Sept 8, 2007 1:46:28 GMT -5
Shadowstreak was surprised by his behavior. Never had she known a tom to be so calm and gentle, timid almost. He kept up his duties even as he spoke to her. It both confused and intrigued her.
"Yes, I'm Shadowstreak...and since you're tending to me I assume you know how I got these..." she said, glancing at her marred body. Her pelt was so torn and bloodied, it was hard to tell what color fur she had. As he hit a particularly sore spot, she mewed in pain. For his sake, she tried not to react too much, she didn't want him to think any less of helping her. It really was so nice of him... |
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Post by Battlecry on Sept 8, 2007 1:52:45 GMT -5
He nodded softly, being careful to lick at her fur, where the natural color was fading into view at his persistant work. He was timid and shy though, his ears leaned back against his head, but he was comfortable where he was. The others, they left for war early today. I was elected to stay and guard the camp, and I volunteered to keep an eye on you.
I do know how you got these, and that was a very fine act of bravery there. I don't think I would ever have the power to do something like that for another.. Perhaps, but I don't see myself to do it He said musingly, but fell silent as he realized that he babbled on. Probably a lot like that lunatic black cat that kept raving about something or the other... No matter. He was part of the clan too. So long as he didn't bring this entire place down, Firetheory was fine with him. He got to his paws and turned his back briefly to find some poppy seeds, to help ease the pain while he worked. However, he was careful not to set too many before her, for he didn't want the pain gone entirely if they were to judge it's healing process. |
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Post by Warpath on Sept 8, 2007 2:02:44 GMT -5
His gentleness brought a smile to her face, perhaps the first one in moons. Rarely did she find someone who listened so well. She was actually a bit embarassed, since he seemed to be praising her act of bravery. She couldn't say it was nothing, for it had definetely been something, but it seemed so...reckless now.
"You're very kind Firetheory, to volunteer to tend a broken down she-cat..." she said quietly, looking at her paws sadly. Very kind..." Feeling desperately lonely, she leaned her head foreward, against his shoulder. It was a risky move. For all she knew he would be disgusted or distraught and pull away. Just once, she wanted someone not to leave her... |
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Post by Battlecry on Sept 8, 2007 2:12:01 GMT -5
He looked down at his paws shyly. He could never accomplish something so great, no matter how reckless it would seem.. Not to say he was a coward, but he certainly was one to fear pain. Not broken down, just a little bit off your feet. You'll be better in no time He assured her, smiling as he lay back down to attend to another wound. What cat wouldn't take the time to help a clanmate in need, for- However, what came upon her next made him blink and turn towards her, but he didn't pull away from her. She seemed the kind of cat to take risks.. No matter how big.. And this certainly took a lot of guts. Well, what he did next might have taken a lot of guts, but it was more absentminded than anything else as he arched his proud head and licked her between the ears, eyes soft and gentle, almost tender, something Rustshade could never be as a battle-worn tom. |
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Post by Onyxdart on Sept 8, 2007 12:50:33 GMT -5
Andromeda paced outside the Medicine cat's den, not really having been given any job to attend to. She paced around the inside of the camp boundaries like a caged tiger, and then flopped right in the middle for a little while, tail tapping against the ground. She did not like being here when Medium was there, even if she hated fighting and was not the bravest of cats.
She stood and looked around the camp, walked back over near the Warrior's Den, and flopped down head first with a huge sigh. [/center][/size] |
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