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We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Jul 17, 2021 21:56:15 GMT -5
"Sakurapaw? Are you in here?" Goldengriffon called out gently. The deputy did not want to barge right on into the medicine cats den. He wasn't sure how he would find Sakurapaw, and he didn't want to bombard her with his presence. Goldengriffon did want to check up on their medicine cat to see how she was fairing after Fawnheart's sudden death, but he also wanted to talk to her about the mosquitos that seemed to plague the camp. Not to mention the possibility of relocating if the river continued to swell.
Would it have been wrong to admit that she had hoped she'd be able to slink away and hide, just for a little bit, just to have some peace of mind, some solitude, a respite before the next influx of needy cats? Since the beginning of her training, she'd struggled with the question of 'am I enough for my mentor?' Now she was struggling with an even bigger question: am I enough for my clan? The white she-cat slowly lifted her head from her slouched position against one of the walls of the medicine den, as far back as she could go, and looked at the entrance to the den with bleary eyes.
She opened her mouth to call back to the tom, but found her words caught in her throat. How long had it been since she'd spoken to another this day? She cleared her throat and stood, padding to the entrance. "Goldengriffon," she murmured, "apologies." She thought about coming up with an excuse, but found herself far too mentally exhausted to try. Instead she gazed up at the tom with barely concealed sadness. "How can I help you?"
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
1,189 posts
Post by Nova on Jul 19, 2021 18:04:53 GMT -5
The deputy looked over the young apprentice, his blue eyes bright with worry at her haggard appearance. The tabby walked into the den, and sat down in one of the empty nests while curling his tail around his paws.
“I think the better question is how I can help you.” He said gently. “Is there anything you need? A break? Some help? We can always ask Softpelt to assist you for right now. Help take the burden off your shoulders.”
Goldengriffon gently placed his paw along Sakurapaw’s shoulder. “When was the last time you were able to get some sleep? And be honest.”
The mask pulled over purple and pink eyes shattered for a moment, revealing the suffering and insecurity deep within the young healer apprentice, before she turned away to put it back in place. "I've managed in between appointments," she murmured, hoping the admission was enough to deter the deputy from inquiring after her health further. "I'm sorry, Goldengriffon, but in all fairness, what help can be offered? This was the life I accepted for myself." She swallowed. "However..." Her ears drooped in humiliation and burning self-loathing as the negativity whispered in her heart and mind at the words she was struggling to unleash from her tongue, "having Softpelt's help would be greatly appreciated. I'm trying as hard as I can, I promise you," she breathed, looking up at the tom with a pleading gaze, as though she was desperate to prove her worth to him, "but..." She resisted the burning of tears behind her eyes. "It isn't enough. There are too many that need my help and I can't be everywhere at once."
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Jul 23, 2021 22:08:56 GMT -5
“Sakurapaw, no one here doubts your ability.” The deputy said softly. “We all know how hard you’re trying, but you’re only one cat. One, very young, cat.”
Goldengriffon let out a soft sigh before he inched closer and pulled the young medicine cat against him in a tight hug. “Everyone, including Jetstar and I, are so very proud of what you’ve done so far… we all know it hasn’t been easy for you. We all know that this hasn’t been fair to you. To be so young and suddenly thrust into such a position. But listen to me. There is no shame in asking for help where its needed. Everyone needs help from time to time. Everyone needs a break. Including yourself.”
The deputy looked down at the young apprentice and offered her a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Sakurapaw shared a similar trait with himself. They would both work themselves to the bone first before asking for any help.
“When was the last time you had a break? And be honest, Sakurapaw. You don’t have to hide anything from me. After all… if you can’t confide in your own deputy than who can you confide in?”
The medicine cat apprentice was taken aback at first by how quickly the deputy, who she truly didn't know very well outside of business, was so ready to bring her in and hug her close as though she was one of his kits, as though he cared for her, as though she mattered outside of what she could provide for the clan. Her heart sung even as it plummeted into her stomach and her mind and heart were at war once again, her subconscious wanting desperately it nearly howled to melt into his embrace and find comfort and peace, even for just a moment. He was warm and soft and kind, and she suddenly dearly missed her father. Though Zengarden was in the same clan and she could easily reach out to him, ever since Fawnheart's death, she struggled to approach the tom. He had been one of the many who grieved the loss of Fawnheart and one of the many who believed the former medicine cat had been taken from them before her time. It only fueled her guilt more. She felt she failed her father in failing her mentor. So while the guilt ate at her and she was desperate for the comfort and safety her father could provide, she refused to give it to herself, forcing herself to put space between them, only deepening the toxic cycle.
A sob began to rise in her throat, thick and ugly, and she knew if she allowed it past the gates she wouldn't be able to stop. Goldengriffon didn't deserve to deal with that kind of mess, not when he was already dealing with so much. Inhaling a deep breath that she hoped he wouldn't notice the shake in, she pulled away from him with a small smile she hoped was believable.
"It's been a few days." She admitted around the lump in her throat, clearing it. "But it's alright, Goldengriffon. It's great training!" She beamed up at him brightly, jaw painfully grinding. "But I promise, if I need help, I'll make sure to reach out to you and Softpelt. Don't worry." She smiled.
