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Post by Owl on Feb 17, 2008 21:02:27 GMT -5
Mousepaw sniffed the air and sighed, there was nothing here, no herbs, nothing. He would never get used to the mesa, the scents were unfamiliar and the constant threat of rogues was a terrifying reality. Then there was... Mousepaw forced himself to think of something else
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Post by [Hea]ther[/sky] on Feb 18, 2008 13:29:25 GMT -5
Heathersky padded along the mesa, her tail drooping low. She carried some borage leaves that she had found, for Shadowjumper, but that was barely on her mind. What was more prominent in her head was the way that Firebolt and Darkpaw looked at each other. She felt her heart sink for the two who could not love each other until Darkpaw became a warrior. I want them to have love, but... why can't she be a warrior? Then it would not be breaking any rules.
Saddened and disheartened by her thoughts, she realized that she had been padding towards the cave again. Distraught, she knew she couldn't return there, not yet, and so left the borage leaves outside the cave. The medicine cat kept walking, her silver eyes on the ground. Heathersky didn't really care where she was, but she was in a depression, at least for the moment. Glancing up, she realized she could still faintly scent rogues around.
But that was not the only thing. She could scent another, and it was one that she knew well. It was one that comforted her when she was sad, that sent her heart beating like a drum, that made her heart drop down to her paws. Her spine tingled when she scented that cat, the tom that she knew was close. And she knew he could scent her too.
Heathersky continued padding where her paws would take her, to Mousepaw. The medicine cat apprentice had recently caused her heart to beat faster, and she knew she was fonder of him than a medicine cat should be of any cat, much less another medicine cat apprentice. He came into view, the blind tom walking on the mesa. She stopped, not wanting to approach him in case he guessed how she felt about him.
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Post by </cloudii> on Feb 18, 2008 20:24:56 GMT -5
Where's that mousebrained apprentice when you need him? Ripplestream thought irritably. The ShoreClan medicine cats were supposed to collect more marigold and horsetail for the many wounds inflicted on their Clanmates from the journey and the rogues. There he is! her amber green eyes rested on the young tom and Heathersky was with him.
She bounded up to the two cats and two tail lengths away, she could feel odd waves of something pulsing off Heathersky's fur. That's weird... the silver blue she-cat thought. She shook her head and told herself it was nothing and she was just imagining it. A moment later, she felt the waves again. No, it couldn't be that she was imagining something. It really was there.
"Mousepaw!" she mewed, "We were supposed to go and look for more marigold and horsetail," she reminded him. She twitched her ears, "I suppose we can go later, but next time remember." She shot the apprentice a stern look and turned to Heathersky. "Is something wrong?" she murmured quietly, reffering to the odd waves flowing off her pelt.
ooc - SORRY about the powerplaying!!
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Post by Owl on Feb 23, 2008 8:01:22 GMT -5
OOC: You couldn't help yourself could you? hee hee hee... =P
Mousepaw was thrown back into the real world, "that's just it, there are no herbs here! I've been here for hours!" he growled angrily, the noticed Heathersky... he stopped in his tracks and looked around, normally cats didn't creep up on him.
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