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Cinderflower had an urge to pick the last of the greenleaf wildflowers from the meadow- the afternoon was so beautiful she couldn't sit around and do nothing! The bright sunshine that dappled the ground and danced among the leaves had lifted her spirits from the minor slight she'd felt that morning when her mother was too busy chatting with Aunt Rose to spend time with her.
"Does anyone want to come with me to the fields?" Cinderflower asked, addressing the general collection of cats around camp. "I want to make flower crowns today!"
The word garden floated into the medicine cats den on a sweet wind. Poking his head out, Vulturemalice spotted Cinderflower saying her offer to the camps center and the few cats that were gathered. He turned and looked back at his own sad crowns, both now dead dandelions. A frown tugged at his lips. No more dandelions, he thought to himself with a small curl of his lips. What once was a treasured flower from his almost-sister, had been tainted by another.
"I'll come with you," the long legged tomcat replied, slipping out of the safety of his den and into the sun warmed clearing. "I'll keep my eye out for some useful herbs out there as well."
"Great!" The pudgy gray garden keeper beamed at the medicine cat, before starting out of camp at an upbeat pace she knew should not be able to maintain for long. Her amber eyes roamed around the woods as they walked, still drinking in the beauty of nature with the same adoration she'd had since kithood.
"You're going to deliver my younger siblings, you know," she told Vulturemalice brightly, turning to him. "My mom said she'd been to see you about the pregnancy already. Of course, Greythorn delivered me- a while ago now- back before my dad became deputy. I think he said he had just joined the clan back then. Did you grow up here?" As usual, Cinderflower spoke in stream of consciousness, and as her mind was focused on the joy of Orchiddrop's upcoming litter, that's what she focused on.
With a slight roll of his olive eyes at her impatience, Vulturemalice trotted after the shorter she-cat, easily keeping up with her brisk pace with his long, skinny legs. He enjoyed the sun warming his back, but enjoyed the shelter of the shadows and their cool pockets even more.
"SummerClan born and raised," he nodded in conformation. "Mother died during her kitting, along with my would have been sister, father took off." That was the most he ever said about his family, always feeling guilty for both his mothers death and father leaving. "And yes, your father talked to me the other evening, I'm excited to help bring more kits into the Clan." Also nervous, being it's the first kitting I've done alone, he thought, knowing it was best to keep that to himself.
"Oh," Cinderflower said, her pace flagging slightly as she watched Vulturemalice. There was a light sheen over her eyes as he told his tale, and she nosed his shoulder gently when he was done. "I'm sorry. That's so sad. Were you lonely?" The gray-furred she-cat had grown up with two parents and five siblings, so she couldn't imagine being all alone like that.
"And don't worry! You'll do great. I've heard such good things about you," Cinderflower chirped, trying to be supportive.
He pulled away from the touch, his normal grumpy frown pulling down the corners of his lips. "I'm too young to remember anything other than that I look more like my mother than my father, or so he told me," Vulturemalice said with a shrug of his bony shoulders. "And no, I wasn't lonely. I take to being alone very well. Part of the reason why I'm glad to be a medicine cat, I'm by myself a lot of the time unless someone is hurt or ill." Her praise though sent a nice, warm feeling through him. The young tom was always proud of his work.
Cinderflower deflated a little when he pulled away, turning her gaze forward again. "That makes sense," she said, a tad more quietly than before. She walked in silence for a few moments, but the beauty of the day meant her spirit could not be weighed down for long. "What's the weirdest or scariest thing you've seen?" She asked after a moment, her eyes tracking an iridescent butterfly. "I love the herbs but I hate the idea of blood."
Vulturemalice choked back a laugh at her question. "You must know nothing about me then?" he asked with a wry grin. "The main reason I was chosen to become Greythorns apprentice was because of my interest in the decayed. How the bones fit together, how they moved, and eventually, how I could fix them." They brown a white tom shot the she-cat a look of interest over his shoulder, wondering how she would react to the news. "I've rebuilt a cats skeleton I found rotting on the border, and it helped me learn a lot. Where do you think I got my name from?"
"Oh!" Cinderflower said, nodding as enthusiastically as she could even though the idea of death terrified her. She'd rather think about how pretty the things that were alive were. "That's very... intellectual of you. I always thought you survived a vulture attack or something." Shoving the queasy feeling back down her throat, she smiled wanly. "What did you learn from your- uh- experiment?"
A small chuckle rumbled out of his maw, amused by her reaction. It's what he got from most cats when he explained his backstory, and it never got old. "Well," Vulturemalice said with a flick of his tail, "I learned a lot about how the bones fit together, and how I can readjust or put them back into place because of an injury. And that both our fore and hind legs have two bones after the elbow and knee, which lets us rotate them the way we do." He looked over his shoulder to see the queasy look on the she-cats face, fighting back a laugh. "It's helped a lot of warriors recover from broken bones and dislocations. Much better than to try and just feel around."
"I can definitely see the benefit to knowing all that." She could, really, understand how that poking around had been beneficial. Cinderflower just didn't think she could've done it herself. Grateful to find that they had arrived at the edge of the wildflower meadow, she perked up again. "What flowers should I pick today? I'm thinking forget-me-nots and violets. Do you ever make any flower crowns, Vulturemalice?"
"Those sound good to me," he said with a small nod, looking around to find the brightly colored petals. "I've made a few, I've had more made for me though than I've made myself." He ended with a small shrug, trying to put his last crown out of his mind.
"Who's made you some?" Cinderflower asked, bending down to collect the first of many flowers she'd weave into a crown later. "My aunt is a garden keeper and she's made me some, and I made some for Sunpetal and my sister Eveninglily. They're my favorite kind of present! I love all the work that goes into them, and each one is so unique."
The mention of Sunpetal brought a smile to his mud and white muzzle. "Sunpetal has basically named me as her brother," he said with a chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "She has made most of mine, all of them consisting of dandelions and other flowers." Vulturemalice remembered the first time the golden crown was plopped upon his head, sending him sneezing and seething at Sunpaw at the time. She never gave him a choice when it came to them being family, it was like it was meant to be. "She's my best friend, the sister I would have wanted if mine would have lived after birth. Ratstar has been good to me as well; he and Greythorn are the closest to fathers that I know."
"Oh, that's great! Sunpetal's so sweet. I love her," Cinderflower said with a soft sigh, before coming back to her senses with a jump. "I mean, she and I are really good friends! I love her that way. Like a friend, not like a love love kind of way, you know? Anyway, Ratstar's nice." The gray garden keeper moved a little too quickly now, collecting flowers with a gusto as she babbled. "He played with me and my siblings some when we were in the nursery with his kits. That was a long time ago now, I guess. Did he play with you?"
Vulturemalice easily picked up on the wistful tone in Cinderflower's voice, causing a smile to spread across his face. "Oh yeah, Sunpetal?" he asked, giving the grey furred she-cat a flick across the ear with his tail. "She is pretty great." He tried to imagine his sister with this bubbly she-cat, finding the pair of them rather cute. "Ratstar was good to me, never treated me like his kit but was a good figure in my life. I look up to him a lot."
Cinderflower flushed when he flicked her ear, but a faint smile was pulling on her features. She barely heard his next words, too caught up in the topic of Sunpetal. "That's nice... Hey, Vulturemalice, have you ever liked anyone? Like... in a serious way? What do you do about it?" The garden keeper kept her golden gaze on the flowers she was picking, trying to keep her tone neutral. Cinderflower hadn't asked anyone about this, mostly because she hadn't acknowledged it herself until recently.
No one might have noticed, but the young toms steps faltered at her next question, barely missing a step but enough to have caused a smalls stumble. He had yet to approach anyone about his feelings for Doefreckle, knowing it was against the will of StarClan for a medicine cat to love or have a mate. He was surprised at the young she-cats boldness in asking about his feelings.
"Well," he said with a swallow, "you know medicine cats aren't allowed to fall in love, let alone have a mate." The words stuck in his throat, like burrs clinging to a pelt. "But yes, I have liked someone. Loved him actually. But it never would have worked out." Images of a dappled pelt, a wide grin, and deep dark eyes came to mind.
"Oh poo," Cinderflower said, waving her tail. "Mom says she and dad weren't technically allowed to date because he was a rogue when they met. But that doesn't matter when it's love, right?" Starry-eyed idealist that she was, the soft-furred garden keeper believed that love conquered all.
"Why wouldn't it have worked out? Didn't he like you back?" She scooped an aster into her pile of growing wildflowers, glancing up at the sun. "Did you even tell him?"
Vulturemalice found it odd how easily he was able to get along with the smokey furred she-cat. Maybe he should tell Sunpetal, put in a good word for Cinderflower, so to speak. She seemed sweet enough, and willing to talk to him about feelings and such. It was nice, being able to talk about things like this without being judged.
"He knows. He does. It's just complicated," the brown and white tom said with a small shrug, trying not to think about that star-studded night, and the smell of marsh and wildflowers. "He doesn't think he is worthy enough for me, and he wants me to be the best medicine cat that I can be, so being in love, as forbade in the warrior code, is forbidden. We had our night," he stopped, words catching in his throat as he thought of those few hours he had with Doefreckle, "and that was enough for a lifetime. If ever the opportunity came, there's always going to be a spot held open for him." Heat rushed his fur, keeping his eyes on the flowers and paws moving. "You can't tell anyone, only Sunpetal knows. Things like this aren't supposed to happen with medicine cats, but I couldn't help it." He turned his wide olive gaze to the she-cat, a pleading look in his eyes.
