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The young tom still couldn't believe what had happened, that he had been chosen. Despite being prickly and sarcastic and surly, Vulturepaw had been chosen to train to be the next medicine cat of SummerClan. Having tried his paw at warrior training, it was clear from the get go that was not his path. He was good at fighting, somehow having the instinct to get the kill, but everything else that was part of being a warrior seemed to elude him. Besides, he enjoyed being alone and experimenting with plants anyway. Plus there was his small boneyard, now not too far from the medicine cats den. He was still trying to figure out how to convince Greythorn to uncover one of the long dead warriors to learn anatomy rather than feeling the bones through a living warrior.
With a quick glance around the clearing, the skinny tomcat darted for the freshkill pile. He was hungry after a long day of naming and sorting herbs, his clay colored paws stained green and pelt reeking of sharp and leafy scents.
A new medicine cat apprentice was unplanned. A new medicine cat apprentice was something she didn't have an answer for.
Vulturepaw would find himself with a shadow that prowled behind him throughout camp, but anytime he glanced her way, she made her very best attempts at appearing casual, uninterested. Not stalkery in the slightest. But no sooner did he turn back around, Sunpaw would be back on his trail, observing the habits of this oddball tom, this outlier, this roadblock. She was doing her best to hold her tongue and refrain from confronting him, knowing her parents warned her to not be so...Sunpaw, but her patience wore out, and she inserted herself between Vulturepaw and the prey pile, seeming to size him up. "So you're my replacement?" The accusation didn't make much sense at all considering she wasn't previously apprenticed to Graythorn nor was she even among those he'd been considering, but for whatever reason she seemed especially affronted by recent developments.
Skidding to a halt, the skinny tom rose up to his full, long legged height. Narrowing his eyes, Vulturepaw looked down at the she-cat with a twisted smile, teeth bared and the fur along his spine rising. He was not about to have anyone question his place in the Clan, let alone another apprentice. Straightening his spine, Vulturepaw turned up his snowy muzzle and replied, "Your replacement, your upgrade."
Vulturepaw didn't know who this she-cat thought she was, but he wasn't about to put up with her bullying. Staring her down his narrow snout, Vulturepaw looked at Sunpaw with a curl of his lip, canines long and sharp.
Though she definitely wasn't as tall, her dense mass of cream fur gave her more width, even if it was just fluff, but despite all that, Sunpaw was not so easily disarmed by scraggly teeth and angry glares. She lifted herself onto the very tips of her toes until her nose was a hair away from his chin. "I thought upgrades were supposed to look better. You look like fresh-kill," she snarked back. She did, however, deflate, plopping back down with an exaggerated, loud sigh. "How am I supposed to be a medicine cat-turned-leader if you're the medicine cat! My plan is all ruined now!"
An annoyed groan rose from the other side of the fresh-kill pile, as Weevilpaw glanced up from his feathery lunch shooting a sharp glare at his sister. "Sunpaw, we've talked about this..." His tangled dark-grey tail whipped behind him in irritation, sending pieces of dead leaves and bark flying around. "Dad isn't gonna be happy if I tell 'im that you've been distracting Graythorn's new apprentice, and Graythorn certainly won't be."
Vulturepaw took a step back, lifting his forepaw as if to strike but thought better of it, knowing the hell he would get from Greythorn if he was caught causing harm to a Clanmate. With her chin being less that a whisker away, it was hard for the wiry tom to contain himself. You're supposed to heal, not harm, he told himself, closing his eyes and digging his claws into the ground.
"I didn't realize become leader required someone to be medicine cat first," Vulturepaw snorted with a toss of his head, his pelt still prickling. He couldn't believe this pale ball of fluff had even said that.
Vulturepaw looked over at the other apprentice that made himself known, a snarl still curled on his lips.
"It's not a require--" Her exasperated response was cut off by a groan, and Sunpaw met her brother's glare with an equal one. "Oh, don't get your tail in a twist, bubbie." She lashed her own tail emphatically, then wrapped it around her paws as she sat down in a huff, not appearing to have noticed the instant in which she'd very nearly been hit. "I'm not distracting him. I've been the one helping Graythorn ever since Thistlepaw disappeared, so I think I should have a right to make sure his new apprentice is competent and won't kill us with his bone collection one day," she added.
Looking back at Vulturepaw and noticing his expression, she cuffed him. "Hey, only I can look at bubbie like that!"
Vulturepaw narrowed his eyes at the comment, his claws curling even deeper into the ground. Raising his chin, he looked at Sunpaw through narrowed eyes and meowed, "It might be smart to check your freshkill next time you eat something if you want to know what I've learned or not." The comment about his fascination with bones sent his pelt spiking even further. "And the bones are to learn you mouse-brain!" Vulturepaw snapped, leaping to his paws. "Don't come to me when you have a dislocation or a fracture!"
Vulturepaw's frustration might have made her more combative if it didn't pique her curiosity first, any evidence of Sunpaw's petulance erased. "Learn from? What can you learn from bones?" She was well versed in listening to the land, understanding what plants needed more frequent watering during green-leaf and which ones could overtake a garden if not pulled, and she was starting to learn more about what it took to be a warrior, but never in her admittedly short life did she ever hear anything about bones. Were they not just the innermost anatomical structure of a feline's body that was more or less a vehicle for the neurological signals sent out by the brain?
Vulturepaw gave a snort and tossed his head. "If you pop out your shoulder or a bone in your tail, I know how to fix it by practicing with the bones. I'm able to see where all the joints come together and feel how they should fit right." That wasn't his whole reason for his little collection; in reality he just found them interesting. Some cats collected feather, some shiny stones, Vulturepaw had his bones. The skulls where his favorite, he liked to compare the brain cavity size on different creatures, wondering if having a bigger brain meant they were smarter.
Weevilpaw opened his mouth a few times in an attempt to speak up, only to close it in annoyed defeat when it was obvious that both his sister and the Medicine Cat Apprentice were too preoccupied with their bickering to pay any attention to him. Ironically enough, the more he watched the two go back and forth, the more he was reminded of a similar argument he had seen once between Graythorn and his mom Poppymask. Guess some things never changed. "I don't think I could ever be a Medicine Cat," He murmured, mostly to himself since he doubted Vulturepaw even remembered he was there. "There's so much ya gotta remember. I always just hear about how plants cure wounds and sickness and stuff, but there's a lot more to it, huh?"
Vulturepaw flicked his pale green eyes back to the tom, remembering that he was here. He appreciated his honesty, giving the tom a small nod. "Yeah, it can be a lot," he meowed with a small half-smile. "All the herbs are something, knowing how to fix broken bones, turning kits in their mothers belly's so that everyone comes out okay, communing with StarClan, the list goes on," he meowed with a wave of his tail, suddenly feeling proud of his position.
Sunpaw was, for once, totally and completely silent, which some might say was like the calm before a storm. She'd all but forgotten her rivalry with Vulturepaw, and now when she gazed at him, she was thoughtful, considering. "I want to learn bones," she announced, rather out of nowhere, looking between the two toms. "They sound a lot more interesting now that you've explained them," she added. And of course, Sunpaw wouldn't be Sunpaw if she didn't include her most favoritest brother in any and all of the things she did, so she swung one leg around Weevilpaw's neck to pull him close and used her other paw to ruffle the already disturbed fur on top his head. "You should give bubbie and me a class!"
Vulturepaw rapidly blinked at the she-cat as if her words were of a foreign language. It was the totally opposite of what he had expected Sunpaw to say. Feeling unsure of himself once more, Vulturepaw sat down and wrapped his thin tail over his snowy paws. "Really?" he asked with a tip of his head, still waiting for her to say 'gotcha' and start teasing him once more.
"Wha-?!" Weevilpaw let out a surprised shout when Sunpaw suddenly grabbed him and pulled him in close to her, his charcoal-grey fur pressing together with her sunny-cream pelt. "Sunpaw..." He groaned, as she ruffled the fur on his head. Normally he'd object when his hare-brained sister dragged him into one of her crazy schemes - and they were schemes, not bright ideas - except he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a 'lil bit interested. He stared at her pleading expression for a moment before giving in. "Fiiiine, as long as it's not too much work."
Offering the siblings a rare, small smile, Vulturepaw said, "Alright, if you're sure. I can show you what I have, or for a more in depth lesson, we could find something a little more fresh?" There was a wicked gleam in his eyes, wondering if he should find some crowfood and scare the two with the mass of maggots that writhed in the rotting flesh. He's seen his fair share, watching now the bodies rot and whatnot. "You can learn a lot from your freshkill, like how the muscles move and where the ligaments and stuff connect. It's the best way to learn how everything is tied together!"
A riveting shiver of excitement trilled through her body and up to the very end of her tail, which was waving behind her now. "I want to learn it all," she reminded him, prancing towards the nearest exit and tossing a look back over her shoulder. "Aren't you boys coming? We're going..." Insert a pause here for Sunpaw's mental drumroll for dramatic effect, though of course all Vulturepaw and Weevilpaw would hear was the typical sounds of camp ongoings. "Carrion Catching! Name NOT subject to change. C'mon, let's go~"
Vulturepaw exchanged a glance with Weevilpaw, unsure of whether to follow the she-cat or not. The young medicine cat apprentice still wasn't sure if the pair was playing a trick on his or not. When Sunpaw bounded out and declared a name for their ragtag excursion, Vulturepaw couldn't help but snort and giving a toss of his head.
"Do you have any idea of where you are goin?" he called out, bounding after her with his ears back and spine prickling.
Weevilpaw exchanged a glance with Vulturepaw, hoping that his eyes alone could convey the message of 'no, you're not crazy, she just like this. ALWAYS.', before trotting off after his sister with an exasperated sigh. "We better not find anything super gross," he meowed insistently, dragging his bushy, tangled tail on the ground behind him, which absorbed various pieces of grass and flowers as he walked. "I literally just ate, and if it comes back up I'm making you clean it sis!"
Vulturepaw was happy to just let the little she-cat keep on leading, falling behind to keep in step with Weevilpaw. "Is she always like this?" he whispered out of the corner of his mouth, keeping his ears alert to Sunpaw's antics.
