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Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 25, 2021 17:13:12 GMT -5
The vibrations from Vulturepaw's purr helped to calm down Graythorn somewhat. He was still upset about what had happened but the initial shock had worn off. He felt weak from all he had gone through but he knew they should get back to the camp. All he wanted to do was to crawl into his warm nest and sleep forever. Then another thought struck him. How was he going to continue in his role as medicine cat? That nest won't be his for much longer. Another wave of grief came rolling over him but this time he refused to succumb to it.
"We have to get back," he meowed as he backed out of the bush. The branches lightly scratched against his back pulling his fur back in the wrong direction. He felt something bang on his chest and he looked down to see that the herb log still managed to stay around his neck through the whole ordeal. Some of the herbs were missing but right now he didn't care. There was enough left inside for now. "We have to tell Ratstar about what happened. SummerClan is going to have a new medicine cat sooner than they thought."
"Oh no, no, no, no," Vulturepaw pleaded, eyes wide. Despite him trying, Greythorn backed out of their little den and into the stormy evening. Vulturepaw followed warily, his ears pressed against his skull. Turning back to his injured mentor, he nudged Greythorn's chin with his nose to get his attention.
"I'm not ready for this," he mouthed, words coming out very loud. He half hoped someone would wander by to help them. Vulturepaw had never felt fear like this. "We will try to make things better."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 26, 2021 19:13:16 GMT -5
Try as he might, Graythorn couldn't hear what Vulturepaw had said. He could feel some soft vibrations in his ears but the sound wasn't there. He could tell from how distraught he looked that he was bothered by something. Pushing aside his own worries for the moment he tried to feel what Vulturepaw was feeling. He'd be upset about his mentor's injury but ... ah! Suddenly he knew!
"I can't hear what you're saying but I'm guessing that you feel you're not ready just yet. Don't worry. I know you're a fast an efficient learner. And I may not hear right now," (he was hoping beyond hope that just maybe his ears might work again even if it were just a little) "but I'm not dead. I can still help you with questions you might have, provided we can find a way to communicate." Thank StarClan I can still speak! he added in his thoughts. "Maybe we can come up with some way I can learn what you and other cats are saying. Are you willing to help me?"
Edited Jul 26, 2021 19:14:00 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Fierce affection for the old tom rushed through him. Of course, he knew how Vulturepaw was feeling, he knew everything about him. "I'll do anything for you, you know that Greythorn," he meowed, letting his mentor see his words before pushing his nose into the thick fur around his neck.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 29, 2021 10:07:43 GMT -5
The gray tabby watched as Vulturepaw spoke to him. He thought he saw the word 'anything' on his lips but he couldn't make out the rest. But by the apprentice's actions, he'd have to be a mouse brain not to guess what was said. He was touched by his concern and realized because of that show of empathy he'd make an excellent medicine cat, something he himself had lacked all his life. Graythorn knew that was his own weakest area and had tried to change his ways later in life. He felt he had made some progress but not enough. Then the realization came back to him that it didn't matter anymore. He was no longer going to be a medicine cat. He let out a deep sigh and returned Vulturepaw's kind nuzzle, a very uncharacteristic act on his part. Perhaps his grief had softened his heart a little.
