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Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 12, 2021 14:11:59 GMT -5
Graythorn opened his mouth to decline Vulturepaw's offer but then decided against it. This could be used as a teaching situation. "I don't think it's too bad but it'll be good practice for you," he meowed. "Besides it's at a place that's a little hard for me to reach. It's a really good thing geese don't have teeth!" If a fox or another cat had bitten him there, the wound would have been much worse. He turned so Vulturepaw could get at it easier. "How's it look?"
Looking over his mentors tail, Vulturepaw's brow was narrowed in concentration. "A little raw," he reported, looking over the scraped up tailtip. "Might just need some honey to help keep infection away since it's your tail, marigold or horsetail won't keep on there since it's moving all the time, even with some cobweb."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 18, 2021 7:31:39 GMT -5
Graythorn's eyes widened in surprise. Never before had he such a knowledgeable apprentice. He was sure this one would be the one who'd follow in his paw prints some day. "That's a very good idea," he meowed without showing any of his characteristic gruffness. He hated to admit it but even he hadn't thought about using honey. He'd probably would have tried to wrap extra cobwebs around a poultice. But he wasn't going to tell Vulturepaw that! "There's some honey back in our den. It'll have to wait until we get back. Now isn't the time to collect any honey." It was the middle of the day and the bees working the hive would be very active now. "I'll show you the hive we collect from on our way back. But for now, let's find another growth of horsetail away from those geese." He started walking back toward the lake but steering clear of those angry honkers.
Letting out a rare purr of amusement at the mention of the long-necked evil birds, Vulturepaw gave a small nod. "Sounds good," he said with a wave of his tail, looking over his shoulder back at from the direction they came. "Is there another good area near water close to here?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 22, 2021 17:45:34 GMT -5
"Yes, I found a patch of horsetail further down the shore but I've never taken any from there because it's longer to walk," Graythorn replied. "I've always gathered from the nearer patch." He led the way keeping an ear out for more geese. "Let's hope there's not another family of geese nesting there too." In the back of his mind he made a mental note to destroy the first nest come Leaffall.
Following after his mentor, Vulturepaw gave a small laugh and meowed, "Hopefully I don't have nightmares of those things. I swear I can still hear the honking." He had known some birds could be dangerous and carry off unsuspecting cats, but had never imagined ones that chased your across the ground.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 25, 2021 11:08:11 GMT -5
Graythorn smiled which was rare for him. In his mind he could see the two of them being chased across the meadow. He was glad no other cat had witnessed that. "They do make enough noise, don't they?" he said as he neared the other place where horsetail grew. He smelled the air for any goose scent but couldn't detect any. "I think we're good to gather here. I wouldn't know what to do if we'd found more geese here. I'd hate to have been without any horsetail." There was plenty of the tall, sturdy plant all around the area.
ooc: I'm going to be away on vacation until July 10th. (I'll be here until this Sunday.) I want to travel light so I decided to leave my laptop at home. After I get back I'll make the thread about Graythorn losing his hearing.
"Could always get some warriors to come take care of them," the apprentice offered with a shrug. Spotting the herb, he rushed down to the waters edge where it grew and began sniffing at the horsetail.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 12, 2021 15:26:53 GMT -5
"Bite it off about two mouse lengths from the ground," Graythorn meowed as he bit off a stem then placed it in the herb log. "That way it's roots can send up another stalk. Four or five more should be enough for now." A low rumbling sound from the sky attracted his attention. Dark clouds were beginning to gather in the western sky. We should be able to finish here before any storm breaks, he thought before turning his attention back to the horsetail.
Using his whiskers to measure, Vulturepaw did as he was told and clipped off a few of the stalks, his tongue lapping around his lips at the bitter taste. The thunder sent the fur along his spine rising, hoping not to be caught out in the storm. "I think I got what we needed," the young tom meowed, dragging the stalks over to Greythorn.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 13, 2021 18:32:41 GMT -5
The gray tabby quickly stuffed the horsetail into his log which had become quite full. Then looking back to the skies, he was surprised at how quickly the dark clouds were coming. The air about him drew damp and the light breeze he was enjoying had become a wind.
"We better head back now," he meowed trying not to show his nervousness. Just then he saw a streak of lightning flash off in the distance and a few seconds later the clouds answered back their rumbling displeasure. Taking in his surroundings he realized there wasn't much cover here by the lake. They needed to hurry toward the protection of the trees and bushes on the far side of the herb meadow. "You ready? Let's go."
"Right behind you," Vulturepaw called,ears flat against his skull. All the static in the air was causing his pelt to bristle more, fear coursing its way through his veins. Seeing the flashing of the fire in the sky, the young tom flinched down into a crouch, finding it hard to push himself forward. "Greythorn!" he called after his mentor, running low to the ground with his tail tucked tight between his legs. "Greythorn we have to get under cover now!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 16, 2021 11:16:12 GMT -5
The older medicine cat stopped running so his apprentice could catch up. He quickly scanned the area looking for some cover. The trees were still too far away to reach in time. The bushes that were close by were way too small to accommodate mice let alone two cats. Finally his eyes spotted a larger bush ahead and to his right. That'll have to do, he thought. "Head for that bush!" he yowled to Vulturepaw when they were side by side. On the way there, he heard a loud sizzle and felt his fur stand on end. Instinctively, he dove on top of Vulturepaw to protect him from what ever the storm was about to do. Just then, there was a bright flash and an earth shattering boom! The bush where they were headed was blown apart mere fox lengths before them. The last thing Graythorn remembered before blacking out was the feeling of Vulturepaw's body pressed into the ground beneath him.
All he saw were bits of the earth blow up into the sky, and smelled singed fur and burning plants. Vulturepaw felt weight crash upon him, first covering him in a protective manner, then dropping on top of him like a dead weight. At once he knew what had happened, that Greythorn had thrown himself upon the younger tom to protect him.
Shoving his mentor off of him, Vulturepaw nudged him frantically, hooking his claws into the loose fur around Greythorn's shoulder and trying to drag him to safety. He could still hear thunder around him, but it was the scent of blood and the red that was running from his mentor's ears that was pushing him forward. "Help!" he screamed, ears flat against his skull and he leaned down and grabbed the older tom by the scruff.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 19, 2021 13:41:44 GMT -5
Big drops of rain began pelting the dry ground, slowly at first but gradually they increased in intensity. Between the cold rain beating on his tabby coat and his apprentice's dragging him across the ground, Graythorn began to come to. At first he didn't realize what was going on. The first thing he realized was the painful pounding in his head. He could see and feel the rain but everything was so quiet. It was like he was walking through a dream. Ah! I must be having a vision! he surmised.
Raising his head, he saw a frantic look on Vulturepaw's face. This too must be part of his vision. Something bad must be happening to Vulturepaw and he had to save him. It must be the storm! There were some small bushes nearby, that must be where his apprentice must be taking him. He rolled on to his stomach breaking the hold Vulturepaw had on him and he rose shakily to his feet. "Let's get to those bushes," he meowed. That was weird. Why can't I hear myself speak? Must still be something with this vision.
He crouched down and slid under the first bush and motioned with his tail that Vulturepaw should follow him. There wasn't much room under there but it was just enough to accommodate two cats. The bush blocked most of the wind and some of the rain. Suddenly he felt dizzy and tired. The pounding in his head still beat it's painful rhythm. He shut his eyes hoping this vision would end. Soon he was unconscious again.
He tried his best to keep hold of his injured mentor, protesting as Greythorn shook him off. Despite his age, the medicine cat was still quite strong and tore himself from Vulturepaw's grip. Vulturepaw winced as his mentor spoke to him, words a lot louder than they should be. Still concerned by the blood leaking from his ears, Vulturepaw followed when Greythorn took shelter under the bush. Pushing his way in, Vulturepaw was shocked to find him unconscious when he entered the small shelter. "Damn the stars," the young tom snarled, shoving his nose close to his mentors muzzle to feel for breath. He let out a weak sigh when he felt the air move his whiskers.
Suddenly feeling very young, and very very alone, Vulturepaw crouched down, ears flat against his skull. "Greythorn, I don't know what to do. I think there's something wrong with your head, maybe your ears from the way they are bleeding. I don't know how to treat this." Not knowing what else to do, he started to clean the blood away, not wanting it to clot inside the ear. The summer storm still raged around them outside, and Vulturepaw knew he would have to wait it out.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 21, 2021 14:36:23 GMT -5
As with many greenleaf storms, it passed by quickly after spending it's fury and dousing the land with more rain than it could take at one time. The small muddy run-off stream that ran next to the bush the two cats were sheltering under was already beginning to dry up. Consciousness came slowly to Graythorn. The pain in his head wasn't as severe but now that it had abated some, he noticed pain in his ears. Must have been from that loud thunder clap, he thought...... But why am I not hearing anything now?
He lifted his head, ignoring the small branches that scratched lightly against it, and looked at Vulturepaw laying next to him. "Why is everything so quiet?" he asked. "Wait a minute! I can't even hear myself! What's going on?" A look of panic flashed in his eyes.
A cold sense of dread pooled over Vulturepaw as his mentor spoke in a loud voice. "Oh StarClan, please no," he prayed, closing his eyes for a moment. He sensed the panic coming from his mentor, sending a wave of one through him. Squeezing his eyes tighter, Vulturepaw ducked his head down for a moment in a bow. Please help me through this, he prayed silently.
Opening his eyes, he stared straight at Greythorn. "I think your ears are hurt," he said loudly, trying his best to enunciate the best he could. He touched a paw to his mentors ear, pulling it back to show him the faint smudge of blood on it, and then touched his ear once more. He wasn't sure how much Greythorn was able to hear; Vulturepaw tried his best to get the message across. Though anguish threatened to swamp him, he swallowed it down and did his best to remain calm. Greythorn needed him.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jul 23, 2021 9:35:19 GMT -5
In dismay, Graythorn watched Vulturepaw move his mouth but he didn't hear any sound coming from him. Then when he saw the blood on his apprentice's paw from his own ear, it confirmed his worse fears. "Noooo!" he moaned. "Why, StarClan, why?" He buried his head in his front legs and sobbed out his anguish. From his knowledge of studying herbs and treatments, he knew there were things that were beyond healing and losing your hearing was one of them. "Why......why...."
Vulturepaw had never known true pain until this moment. He knew there was nothing that could be done for his mentor. Maybe, if they were lucky, over time Greythorn would regain some hearing, but it didn't seem likely. Panic still fluttered at the edges, but the young tom pushed it back once more and pressed his nose to his mentors head. He gave a small purr, hoping to offer some form of comfort to the older tom. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he repeated over and over, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes.
