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Tundrapaw let out a sharp hiss as he felt a twinge in his shoulder, a remnant of the too-long training sessions he'd taken to conducting by himself every other night or so. His sleep schedule has suffered somewhat, and he occasionally lost a round of sparring with another Clanmate if he'd been working too hard the night before, but in the end, it was a net gain. He entered the camp and dumped his catch unceremoniously on the fresh-kill pile, giving the nursery a cursory glance. Back when he'd been a kit, everyone had seemed so cheerful. Morale had dipped when they'd been captured by SunClan, of course, but it had somehow felt more...optimistic, than it did compared to now. Hopeful, even.
He liked it better the way it was now. Less chance he'd be disappointed when everything inevitably turned to hell later.
He turned back to look at the camp entrance and sighed. His shoulder was really beginning to hurt now, and it probably would still hurt tomorrow unless he rested for a bit. On the other hand, it was still mid-afternoon, and he'd be bored of he wasted the rest of the day lying down and doing nothing. He sat down for a few brief seconds to try and clear his head. I suppose I'l just let life decide for me, then...
Fawnheart approached Tundrapaw. She had noticed a slight favor in her walk. "Tundrapaw" the sweet medicine cat greeted. "I noticed a slight limp in your walk. Is there something I can do for you?"
Eternalstar approached the young tom with narrowed eyes, peering at his posture and noting it seemed perhaps a bit lopsided. "Are you alright Tundrapaw?" She wondered curiously, absently thinking towards Hystericplague. Speaking almost at the same time as Fawnheart and casting a sideways look towards the medicine cat. The apprentice seemed to be in pain but it couldn't be anything serious seeing as he was wandering about. Which made this an ideal opportunity for her to test the vague beginnings of knowledge Hystericplague had. Still less than 6 moons old the tom was little more than a kit being forced to grow up to fast, not that Eternalstar could see that. All she could see was opportunity and a safety net in having her own devoted doctor. But seeing as Fawnheart made an appearance it seemed she would have to wait.
Tundrapaw blinked as he noticed Fawnheart. Guess I'm getting my shoulder treated, then, he thought clearing his throat and giving the she-cat a small smile. "Actually, yeah, I..." He trailed off as his gaze fell upon Eternalstar, who in turn appeared to have her gaze on him. His smile faded almost instantly. He wasn't scared of Eternalstar - okay, well maybe he was a bit spooked. But he'd always been a little behind his fellow apprentices, skill-wise at least, and he was sure Eternalstar knew it. That was why he was putting in all the extra hours of training, after all. Getting treated for such a minor injury could ruin all his progress.
"...No," he murmured, his eyes darting back to the medicine cat. "Nothing, really. I mean, it'll go away on its own soon enough." He kept his gaze firmly on Fawnheart, though he so desperately wanted to check if Eternalstar was still watching him.
As if just appearing out of thin air, Hystericplague materialized next to Eternalstar. In reality, he had just finished one of his experiments, one that the leader was interested in, and had wanted to inform her. However, he caught sight of Tundrapaw and the apprentice's limp, and decided to join the gathering as well. "Is everything alright?" he asked, though the words seemed to hold little care, and his lips curled up into a grin.
Fawnheart gave Tundrapaw a look of pity. She would have to treat him when Eternalstar wasnt around. But it seemed like she was constantly breathing down her neck ever since their conversation about being too soft. Tundrapaw needed to be looked at. An untreated injury could keep him from training. It could get worse and delay his naming ceremony. "Eternalstar, maybe I should take a look at him. Just to be sure."
"Why don't we have Hystericplague look at him!" Eternalstar suggested with sickeningly sweet charm, overdone and dripping with poisoned honey. She glanced towards the young tom beside her, having noticed him the moment he appeared at her side. The leader fiercely protective towards her personal doctor, afraid others would target him to weaken her. There were those that questioned why the leader felt the need to have a personal doctor, one who only treated Eternalstar and those she directed him to, but she waved it away carelessly. Speaking of unsure times and dark horizons which was enough to placate most enough to ignore it. The largest complaint at the moment seemed to be his young age, Eternalstar gracing him with a warrior name when he was still barley apprentice age.
Tundrapaw's eyes widened as the number of cats who were now paying attention to his injury seemed to grow exponentially larger. "I-I'll get it looked at," he muttered, trying not to appear too flustered. "...Um, I think Fawnheart gets first dibs, 'cuz she asked first and all..." He gave the medicine cat a brief glance, before looking over to Eternalstar and Hystericplague. "But also, Eternalstar is the leader, soooooooo I'lldowhatevershesays," he rushed out, looking down. If anyone was going to treat him, he'd prefer it to be Fawnheart - he had nothing against Hystericplague, but...man, he just didn't trust the guy. Still, Eternalstar liked him, didn't she? He probably wasn't a total psycho, then...
Fawnheart gave Tundrapaw a grateful glance but it was pointless. Eternalstar was out for her, she knew it. And Eternalstar was leader. Her word was law. Though she had some words of her own that she wished she could say to her leader's face. However, there wasn't anything she could do. Then she looked at Hystericplague, "What do you think is wrong?"
The scrawny tom met Fawnheart's gaze, unblinking. "His shoulder, probably," he stated bluntly. He had only witnessed the limping, but it didn't seem to be his paw that was the matter. Hystericplague now turned his attention to Tundrapaw, noting the distrust in his eyes. Seemed about right. No one seemed to trust the mysterious medicine cat that just appeared in the mist one day, talking about experiments. He couldn't blame them, nor did he really care. He had his experiments, and that was all he needed. He closed in on the apprentice, observing the traitorous leg. It was free of any obvious injuries, so it was probably internal. He proceeded to poke and prod at the apprentice's leg, starting from the paw, leading to the shoulder.
Fawnheart had to admit to herself. He knew what he was doing. Though, he was still pretty young. She observed the tom as he examined the injured apprentice.
