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Brakewings loved being a medicine cat. He hadn't been one for long, but already he was settling into the position. It wasn't that he disliked being a warrior: the short moon he had spent as one had been delightful, so free and responsible, but he had a more important destiny than just another hunter and there was no use trying to hide it anymore. His only regret was that his sister, the medicine cat apprentice before him, had to meet such an unfortunate fate.
The ginger tom looked up when he spotted another cat leaving cat and hurried toward them. "Hey, mind if I join you? I-- oh, wait," he realized next, feeling hot under his fur. He'd almost asked to join them for hunting before he remembered that wasn't his job anymore. "Nevermind, I guess."
(I still need to write her bio and add her, but hopefully it's okay I reply >.< )
Paradigmshift shook her head, clearing it of the thoughts that had been racing before some cat had approached. It only took her a moment to recognize the Dayclan medicine cat. "Why nevermind?" She mewed, tilting her head as her silky grey pelt fluffed. Did he just not want to get with her? The odd eyed cat blinked and pushed that thought away quickly. Surely that wasn't it.. She thought for a moment before the answer hit her. Why would a medicine cat want to hunt? That wasn't their job.
The she cat smiled, feeling a little guilty she'd thought so poorly of the tom. "You're always welcome on patrols, you could gather supplies while I hunt if you'd just like to get out of camp for a little while?"
He shifted his paws, embarrassed to be caught forgetting, and even more that he might have to explain himself. He had become a medicine cat apprentice so recently it was hard to forget his warrior ways; he'd only been one for a day, but he'd trained as a warrior for many moons first before the unfortunate incidents surrounding his sister. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped as she figured out his mistake, and instead smiled warmly and dipped his head.
"Thanks," Brakewings purred. "That sounds excellent. I'd love to come with you."
"Is there any herb in particular you need? We can decide where to hunt that way is there is." The she cat's mew was happy, excited even to have someone joining her. Her parents often thought she spent to much time on her own, and she was inclined to agree. She glanced at the camp entrance, guarded by the two ancient pillars, like she was ready to sprint out at any moment.
His head tilted and Brakewings considered the question seriously. A mysterious donor had left them some rare herbs a short while ago, ones that didn't grow well in their territory, so they wouldn't need to replenish those. What did they need? He remembered when he went to put them away that their blue lotus stalks were old and needed to be replaced. "We could use more blue lotus. It grows by the koi pond," he volunteered, carefully scanning her face. The dogs near the pond sometimes harassed cats that came near.
"Sounds like a plan." She mewed, appearing unconcerned. She'd dealt with the dogs before, and with how high the leaf fall crop was, even if they did bother the pair of cats, it would be easy to loose them among the stalks. "The mouse hunting in the fields near there is amazing right now." She purred, thinking of the catch she'd bought in just the morning before. With the crops maturing, they were becoming a beacon for the seed eating mice. Easy prey for the cats, and free pest control for the farmer.
The ginger tom smiled, glad she was up for the challenge. He hadn't troubled the dogs much before, they usually went after cats that liked to fish, but he had no intention of facing them without support, just in case. "Great, Flyingcolors will be pleased. Maybe she'll even give me tomorrow off," he joked with a flash of a grin. He didn't expect to get off so easily, but he didn't mind: he loved being a healer already.He wouldn't take the day off even if it was offered.
"You're welcome anytime." She mewed before walking between the high pillars. They were a ways from the farm, but she figured they'd make good time. "How are you liking your new position?" She questioned, having just heard about his appointment. It wasn't often she got to interact with the healers under such good circumstances.
Brakewings bounded on, his long strides carrying him close to her side. "Oh, it's wonderful," he meowed enthusiastically. "This is what I was always meant to do, I can feel it. I was worried about learning all the herbs and how to use them, not to mention diagnosing everything, but it hasn't been as bad as I thought." He smiled. "I'm no expert yet, though, so if you get hurt you'll need to see Flyingcolors! I can only patch a thorn at this point." His tail swished and raised high. He had known this was his destiny, but he didn't know it would feel so good.
"That's great!" She mewed, her words laced with a purr. "That excited and drive will serve you well." Her odd gaze scanned the path in front of her. She was aware she was being trusted with the apprentice, even if he wasn't her own, she still took the 'escort mission' very seriously. "Flyingcolors is an excellent medicine cat as well, I'm sure you'll learn quickly."
"I have a great mentor," Brakewings agreed, his expression flickering with something unintelligible. He had the best of mentors -- but that was Yellowmoon, his Spirit Guide, not his real mentor. He liked Flyingcolors but she didn't understand the weighty destiny that had been resting on his shoulders since he was young. "How are you feeling about being a warrior? It must be nicer than being an apprentice," he mused.
The she cat grinned. She was happier as a warrior than she'd anticipated. Paradigmshift had always been an anxious cat, never really sure she'd be good enough for the clan. Even now she doubted she herself, evident in her previous reaction to Brakewing's approach. But she was beginning to settle into a routine and finding her strengths. "It's liberating." She mewed finally, laughing lightly at the words. Through the undergrowth ahead she could see the sunlight glinting off the water of the pond. They were getting pretty close now.
"I bet it is," he laughed, a little wistful. He loved his position but he did miss the simplicity of a warrior life sometimes. "You never have to ask if you can leave the camp and you can do whatever you want, right? I wouldn't mind having some freedom these days."
"You'll be there soon enough." She assured, her attention shifting to the environment. This close to the farm it really was best to be on alert. "Let's get your herbs first." She mewed, angling their path towards the pond.
Brakewings smiled, hoping she was right, though he knew he still had moons of training ahead of him. "The lotus should be growing on the surface of the pond. It won't be hard to find," he promised. He trotted down the path and emerged at the base of the water. It wasn't hard to see a few of the rounded blue flowers growing between the lily pads. "There."
"Are you a good swimmer or?" She mewed, glancing at the water between them and the flowers. Surely the lily pads wouldn't be able to hold either of the full grown cats.
"I can swim, if that's what you're asking, but I'm sure Eternallaughter would cry to watch." He grinned in amusement. He wasn't graceful in the water and he suspected the former WaterClan cat wouldn't consider him a good swimmer at all. "But someone told me, if you're lucky, you don't need to get too wet." He stood at the edge of the pond and carefully reached out with a paw to hook his claws in the algae wrapped around the long stem of a lillpad and the flower, then attempted to pull it closer to him.
"Smart." She mewed, watching as the flowers came closer to shore. The roots must have been tangled in the algae beds. She moved towards him, ready to offer assistance if the need arose.
Brakewings was making good progress when the roots became too snagged on each other and stopped pulling toward him. He strained and the entire mat of lily pads shifted toward him, then spread out again. The ginger tom huffed, looking frustrated. "Maybe we will have to swim out there."
