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He let out an excited cackle, half-way a cheer. Sunpaw seemed almost like the staple Summerclan cat to Cypresspaw — kind, warm, nice, whatever other synonyms of it he could think of — and it was exciting that she, too, had lived like him. And as they spoke, he couldn't help but remember it, in a strange, bittersweet way. He liked the freedom the clan brought him, the new cats he was able to actually talk to, but sometimes he missed it.
He crept after her, keeping pace just behind as he stared up at the house, now talking louder with the reassurance that the witch wasn't there. "It was like ... old, and brown and wooden — I heard of red barns, did you stay in a red barn? I always imagined they looked nice. Oh, and it had a loft with a ladder and hay and that's where I liked to sleep. And there was a fence outside — and my brother was very good at getting up into the rafters. I don't know how." He talked all the way to the steps, finally taking a breath when they reached the base of it, Cypresspaw's legs almost hitting them. He stopped and turned, staring up, suddenly unsure. He nodded upwards.
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Post by achromatic on Mar 21, 2022 18:28:43 GMT -5
Sunpaw nodded excitedly. "I think so!" she replied excitedly, "I just remember a lot of hay...it smelled really nice you know. It smelled...clean, does that makes sense? Like, it was really soft too and that was the first time I tried a mouse! It was delicious I'll have you know. I didn't know you had a brother, are they in SummerClan too? What's his name?"
She glanced up towards the hut, before gesturing to the side, to what seemed like a little glass window towards some basement or something. Hm....it was closed this time, which was a dent in her plan. A frown was on her face as she continued to circle the hut, until her hazel eyes brightened at the sight of the kitchen window, with a hole in the netting that kept bugs out.
"There!" she whispered, before leaping up towards what seemed like an electrical box or an outdoor boiler, and leaping towards the windowsill. "Come on!"
I didn't know you had a brother, are they in SummerClan too? His tail began to twitch nervously. "Two. They aren't. . ." his tone grew quieter, more anxious, less carefree, and suddenly he felt the urge to check his surroundings just in case something was there. He shrugged, brushing it off as Sunpaw examined the closed entrance, "I'm not sure where they are." He skipped their names — he was always told that by saying somebody's name, whether it be a simple mention or a full-blown conversation, they would always appear as if summoned. Names held power. Perhaps that was why he was so eager to get rid of his old one.
Cypresspaw followed her around the hut, blinking up at the kitchen window for a moment before turning back to Sunpaw, about to ask some silly question before she began her climb. He waited until she had squeezed through the hole before jumping onto the box himself, scrambling for a moment to steady himself before stepping through, into the house.
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Post by achromatic on Mar 30, 2022 16:22:32 GMT -5
Sunpaw wasn't completely unaware, as airheaded as she often was. She could understand that there were probably two likely scenarios, either Cypresspaw's family was dead or it was just...complicated. She hoped it was the latter; as complicated as her own family was these days, it was still better than being dead. She felt a sort of pang in her chest, sympathy in her. Families were tough. There was at least enough tact within her to stop pressing him about it.
Instead, she just nudged the tom's shoulder gently with her muzzle, a silent way of expressing that she understood if he didn't want to talk, and she instead crawled into the hut. Her hazel eyes scanned the surroundings, tentative and nervous. She was certain there was no one home right now but she could never be sure. She padded around the kitchen, finding her way on the kitchen counter as she turned to Cypresspaw squeezing into the house. "What do you think?"
He gave a quick, weak smile at her nudge, surprisingly getting the memo despite his social difficulties.
The Witch's house was dark and dusty, with mossy walls and vines and knick-knacks strewn about, dust collecting in the corners that made his nose tickle, but it was almost pleasent. If a cat-eating witch hadn't resided in it, Cypresspaw would have felt at peace. It was quiet, only the sound of the birdsong outside. He jumped onto the counter after her, paws clumsy on the surface. He looked around again.
"Do you think she wants company? Because I'd make a really good house cat." A rickety wooden table sat a little way away, dusty books haphazardly thrown onto its surface, some left open. He tilted his head at it. "What were we here for again?" He didn't bother keeping his voice low — and perhaps it was a mistake.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 4, 2022 13:13:35 GMT -5
Sunpaw was already trotting around the place, weaving across the stove, luckily not knocking the kettle over as she moved along the counters, her eyes searching top to bottom for something indicative of a herb or something in case she wanted to steal some of the pre-picked ones the witch would have lying around. Alas, there was nothing like that lying around anywhere, but she had almost expected that.
"To the greenhouse then," she announced, before listening to Cypresspaw. A housecat? She had never been one. "What do you have to do to be a good housecat?" she asked, curiously, "all I know is they go around with that little bell around their collar; how do they even catch anything to eat?"
There was a door, opened just a crack, that she immediately tried to squeeze herself through. "Oh, we're looking for...mint, thyme and lavender...I think she keeps some of everything but we'll have to find it. Have you ever smelled any of that before?"
As the kettle clanged, he winced, following behind to push it upright after Sunpaw. To the greenhouse then. He nodded, waiting to follow her direction as he had no idea where the greenhouse actually was.
"Sit around I think. And they get given food by their owners — but I heard it's not very good. Sometimes humans would visit my barn and bring more hay, and my 'ma told me they let us stay because we caught mice. Or they caught mice. I didn't." He clumsily jumped down from the counter, padding towards the door and slipping through after her, keeping the herb names in mind.
"Lavender smells. . . nice. And mint smells fresh. What does thyme smell like?"
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Post by achromatic on Apr 6, 2022 9:44:10 GMT -5
"Free food?" she gasped, her attention now caught by Cypresspaw's words, "hmm...have you ever tried it? I dunno, maybe I'd try it out just to see if it's really that gross," She was always curious, always dipping her paws and trying new things as long as they didn't include the ocean. She couldn't imagine not being free to run around and roam the fields all day, but she was curious about the different lifestyles kittypets led too.
Her expression brightened when Cypresspaw seemed to know what the herbs smelled like. "Have you smelled them before?" she asked excitedly. He was right of course. Lavender had that faint floral smell, and mint smelled...spicy. That was the only thing she could really say. A cold spicy. "Thyme smells sort of like...grassy, a little bit earthy, but a little lemony you know? It's got really small leaves on small stems, like a weird bushy thing. Why don't you look for the lavender and I'll take a look for the thyme? Do you know how to pick them?"
He could recall that, when he still lived at the barn, that the humans would visit with offerings of dry foot and treats, leaving them out around the barn in some sort of strange thank you, or perhaps gifts of respect. He was always told not to touch them, and so he didn't, but he only realized why when he was told that, funnily enough, it attracted more mice and rats. He was sure he wasn't missing much. "I haven't. But when you try it I want to watch." He looked almost mischievous, a look that hardly crossed his soft features.
He nodded along with her words, showing his attention as he trailed behind her in the direction of the Greenhouse. The hall was just as dusty as the kitchen, but darker and windowless. Surprisingly, he felt safer here than he had out of it. "I can do that. Don't you just. . . pick it? Rip it out?"
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Post by achromatic on Apr 9, 2022 17:17:42 GMT -5
Aw, that was a shame. She really wanted to know what they were like, just out of sheer curiosity. "Maybe I will," she giggled in response, "I'll give you a full review like a kittypet food connoisseur." Her eyes twinkled in shared mischief as she shared an amused look with the tom, as they finally entered the bright room, the sunlight shining through in a hazy warmth. The metal frames were rusty and it seemed like everything needed a good clean, but it was in surprisingly good condition. The plants seemed to be rather happy there.
"Well," she hummed as he asked his question, "it depends...for thyme you don't strip the leaves, you just bite off a couple of the branches, but I have that covered...mint you try to get the whole leaves, so bite it off at the stem, and for the lavender, try to get it a couple of leaves before the flower, just bite the stem off but don't take too many or they'll notice. Just two will be fine!"
She gave him a bright smile. "You've got this," she reassured with a purr, "I'm sure you'll do fine."
"Channel your inner critic — I would need to know every detail." He laughed, squinting as he entered the bright, humid room, the smell of earth and moisture hitting his nose almost immediately. He listened intently as Sunpaw described the process of picking them, storing that information away for whatever reason he may need it later — mostly because he was genuinely interested by it. He marveled at her knowledge, no matter how basic or complex it was, and he liked listening to it.
"Okay, okay. I can do that, I'll do great." He nodded, padding off in a different direction to scope out some lavender. He passed flowers, plants with big leaves, plants of only leaves, and along the wall was a large shelf of huge pots. Staring up at it, he felt a twinge of fear that it would topple over, and so he moved away. In a tiny row a little way away was the lavender, fresh and purple with spring. He hovered, picking out the very best two pieces before bending down to nip them at the stem, following her instructions to a T. They stared at the tiny bundle they'd collected, impulsively grabbing a third before collecting them up and carrying them back towards Sunpaw, wherever she had gone.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 12, 2022 11:25:37 GMT -5
She giggled, as she went off on her own, following her nose. Of course, it had been a while now since she started training as a medicine cat, and what once was just background scents she rarely paid attention to were now key things she looked out for. Thyme was a tricky one, its earthy lemony scent easily mistaken for something else, but she knew it when she saw it. It was closer to the back of the house, still covered in partial shade, just the way this little plant liked it.
It didn't take her too long to nip a few stems at the bottom, though their hardy stems weren't as easy to grab as other leaves such as sage or dock. "Have you found the lavender yet?" she called out, trotting along the rest of the garden as if shopping at the fresh produce aisle rather than stealing from a witch.
Have you found the lavender yet? He followed the voice, slipping around a rickety old table, rows of potted plants sitting on top of it, and padding towards Sunpaw as he spotted her. "Yes! Yeah." He stopped in front of her, dropping them at his feet. "I grabbed an extra one just in case — I don't think she'd notice it, there was a ton of lavender over there."
A sudden, distant noise made his ears prick, twitching forward, towards the door. Cypresspaw gave Sunpaw a worried look, suddenly standing straight and still, lavender still at his paws. There was another noise, a stomp of sorts, though it could have been the step of a heavy boot, then another, until suddenly, it stopped.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 20, 2022 6:01:41 GMT -5
She nodded with a smile. Cypresspaw would've made a good medicine cat apprentice, she thought, before blinking. Huh. It wouldn't be long until she needed one herself...and if he wanted to...she'd file that in for later. Suddenly, there was a sound that made her almost jump. Footsteps. Oh no. Her eyes widened and she immediately dashed towards the tom, ducking low. "Shh!" she whispered, "stay quiet, I think she'll just stay in the house."
She wasn't certain of that at all, but hey, the she-cat could dream. She knew she wouldn't let any harm come to Cypresspaw if she could help it.
He went to move away, to hide under one of the tables or duck behind a plant, but just as he turned he realized he hadn't picked up the lavender stalks again. He halted, bent to pick up the lavender and, eyeing the door warily as if the witch would break through any minute, darted away to a the closest cover he could find: a tall shelf near the nearest wall of glass, old and wooden and sporting various plants of different shapes and sizes. Cypresspaw wiggled under it, trying not to break the herbs in his mouth with the sheer nervous tension he held in his jaw.
It seemed the noise had stopped, but the presence at the door remained, nothing but a formless shadow beyond the glass from where Cypresspaw hid, and then, after a few more seconds of silence, the door creaked open. A pleasant whistling filled the room.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 29, 2022 16:52:06 GMT -5
Sunpaw couldn't exactly see through the door, but she could see Cypresspaw hidden by the shelf, her own hazel eyes wide with nervousness. After a while, the noise disappeared and she began to test the waters, taking a step out, still hidden at an angle, away from the door. Just a little closer, maybe she could see where the twoleg was and look for a way out...
Turning to Cypresspaw she tilted her head, as if asking whether he was okay. Was there another way out? Surely there must've been a way to leave this greenhouse without going out the door, right? She gestured to the glass, as if asking the other apprentice to check out whether there was another exit.
When Sunpaw stepped out, just barely enough as to not be seen by the witch, Cypresspaw shrunk back into his hiding place, ears flattening nervously. His movement was enough to answer her question.
The witch stepped into the room, boots thumping on the ground, their whistling growing louder. Their steps were heavy as if she were carrying something of that caliber, and one clear look would see them holding a rather large, dirt-filled pot. They wound around tables and garden plots, feet passing Cypresspaw's hiding place and stopping a few shelves down. His flight response kicked in almost the moment their eyes were, presumably, fixed on the shelf — though it was a haphazard guess — and he shot out and across the floor, stopping behind the thick legs of a wooden table. He poked his head around the corner, spotting the witch placing the pot on a low shelf, and then turned to Sunpaw, creeping along so he were closer to her. The door was in sight. He gave her a helpless look, as now he was nothing but a sitting duck.
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Post by achromatic on May 10, 2022 16:36:43 GMT -5
She was racking her brain for any solution to this, any way they could both escape without drawing too much attention to themselves, but she wasn't sure that Cypresspaw would be able to escape if she went first; he looked utterly terrified at the thought of being caught by the witch, and well...
What if the point wasn't to sneak out unnoticed? If she could distract that witch, maybe make her run outside after her and if she could disappear before they found her...it'd give Cypresspaw the perfect opportunity to leave as long as she drew the witch in the opposite direction, right?
She glanced at the opening, before gesturing to Cypresspaw to wait, and creeping towards the wall, she spotted a couple of terracotta pots. Oh, that could work. Sucking in a deep breath, she scrambled forward, knocking them over with a crash! as she immediately darted through the doorway into the hut again, as the witch looked up, her whistling paused as she moved towards the pots that had seemingly broken out of nowhere.
Sunveins immediately glanced around the dark hut, wondering what else she could knock over to get the witch to follow behind.
