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Post by complacentdevil on Jun 10, 2021 0:11:05 GMT -5
Weaselpaw wasn't far from home, or the border of his home at least. But the call of the cold winds coming off the mountain deep in Winterclan's territory called to him. He knew of a particular set of herbs that grew around this spot too. Surely the clan obsessed with bloodlines and all would disregard the smell of Fallclan on the pureblooded Winterclan cat, even if it was a long, long time since he had been able to call himself that. He wandered about in their territory, trying to step as lightly as possible to keep his tender paws from freezing on the cold ground, but he dug into the shallow snow, hoping that he would find some blooms for his collection. You never knew when you needed odd bits and bobs for medicine, and being as odd as they come, it only made sense for him to collect the most obscure.
Post by Flurryofstars on Jun 10, 2021 3:57:10 GMT -5
Blackpaw had been working his way up a pine tree when the faint scent of FallClan drifted upward, tickling his nose. Quietly, he made his way to one of the lower branches with little effort and peered out through the pine needles. The source of the smell wasn't far away--a scrawny tom with dark fur. Something about him reminded Blackpaw of his own clanmates, but he knew every face in WinterClan and this one was not among them. Without a second thought, he pounced down from his hiding spot, scattering pine needles across the clearing, and landed a few tail lengths ahead of the intruder.
With fluffy black fur standing on end, he looked nearly twice his usual size, and with his golden eyes boring steadily into Weaselpaw, there was no question to how confident the tom was in his abilities. "What are you doing in our territory?" Blackpaw asked, his voice as cutting and cold as a winter storm.
Post by complacentdevil on Jun 17, 2021 23:28:09 GMT -5
The snowshodden medicine cat had barely turned to see what the thud on the ground behind him was, seeing it was another cat he went about getting back to his work, his icy blue eyes peering over his shoulder in case the other wanted to start something more than simply spitting at him, "Gathering herbs," he retorted, his tone sour. He never minded company, perhaps this cat could escort him so he wouldn't continue to run into more trouble. "With greenleaf coming there's sure to be greencough," he explained, "And you all have a good supply that you won't really need," he continued, digging at the thin layer of cold dirt and frost with a previously clean white paw.
Post by Flurryofstars on Jun 20, 2021 13:54:45 GMT -5
Discovering the intruder’s intentions only calmed him a little. Blackpaw assumed the other tom was a medicine cat apprentice or possibly even a medicine cat, but he’d never gone to a gathering so he wasn’t sure. In either case, he was sure most WinterClan cats would chase him out of their territory regardless. Blackpaw wasn’t sure if he wanted to though. It wouldn’t sit right with him if he knew it could affect sick cats later on, even if they were in another clan.
“How do you know we won’t need them?” He asked, unmoving from his current position. If he was going to be allowed to stand behind the intruder, then he’d take advantage of the position until he’d made up his mind on how to deal with him.
Post by complacentdevil on Jul 13, 2021 22:08:58 GMT -5
"Your clan is too cold and dry to have any bad outbreaks," he explained, feeling oddly comfortable with the other's eyes on his back, "Besides, dont you all believe in the whole 'if you die youre destined to... if you get sick its the ancestors will... only the strong will survive' rhetoric still?" he asked, brushing away some snow with the thick plumes of his tail, his eyes returning to the ground to see if the catmint he wanted was there, though there was no luck at this time.
Post by Flurryofstars on Jul 31, 2021 17:54:30 GMT -5
Blackpaw scoffed at the cat’s question or rather, assumption. “Some might think that way, but don’t lump me in with them.” He watched the other seem to struggle finding whatever he was looking for. Normally he might feel a cruel satisfaction from it, but he only felt neutral at the moment. Maybe it was because the outsider wasn’t much of a threat. After a while he padded up beside him to get a better look at what was going on. “I know we use some herbs here and there, but Roseshade’s more about the healing properties of crystals. So I guess I don’t mind you being here, but I’m not going to help you find anything.” Because I don’t know where to look.
After the words left his mouth, he scowled. By saying that, he’d basically made it clear that Blackpaw didn’t need to hang around anymore, but he didn’t want to leave yet. He didn’t know why either, which only added to his frustration. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat and looked away. “I could guard you... Because you know, if anyone else found you, they’d rip you apart...”
