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"It hurts to touch it, I just can't do it! Can't you do something about the pain?" Poppypaw groaned, turning her eyes back to Graythorn, big bondi blue orbs full of faked suffering. She sure was putting on a big show. She really wasn't hurting that bad and didn't want to be there any longer, but for some reason she just wanted to drag it out. Maybe she was trying to get back at Graythorn for pranking her earlier...
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 30, 2019 14:29:31 GMT -5
Graythorn spat out the marigold onto a dock leaf. "Oh you poor, poor little kitten!" he said with an exaggerated sympathetic voice. He knew very well that such a cut wouldn't hurt all that bad. "Follow me." He led her to behind his den where a shallow depression filled with rain water was. "Since you don't want to wash it yourself, soak your paw in this puddle until it's clean. The cold will help with the pain." If there is any! he thought. "When you're finished, I'll apply the marigold."
"Ugh, whatever..." Poppypaw replied after a long paus. She was leery of the stagnant pool of water, even if the medicine cat had recommended it. She always steered clear of water that wasn't running, she did not know why, just an instinct of hers. Something about Graythorn's tone seemed pretty serious, though, so this time she did not complain and approached the pool with only mild trepidation. It seemed clear and clean. Very, very slowly, she lowered her wound into the water, only to squeak when it broke the surface and jump back. She repeated the squeaking and the jumping a few more times, splashing water all over the place, until she finally settled down and got to cleaning it thoroughly.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 31, 2019 16:54:24 GMT -5
"You sure make enough noise when you're cleaning," Graythorn observed as he came over with the marigold pulp on the dock leaf. "So are you finished cleaning the wound yet?" His gray tabby tail was fluffed out still showing his irritation. He'd like to get on with this and get to his nest for a bit of a rest.
Edited Dec 31, 2019 16:55:28 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
"Hey, it's cold. Oh, and I hate water!" Poppypaw replied, fluffing out her fur. Well, it wasn't exactly the truth, she loved water sometimes, but right now she hated it. She raised her paw up to Graythorn and revealed a very cleaned-out wound, no more dirt visible, shy for a couple specks that she couldn't quite reach. Sometime during her splashing, most of the claw had fallen off, hanging on by little more than a thread. It was grow back in time although she did not know that, "Please tell me it will grow back."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 2, 2020 11:43:26 GMT -5
Graythorn bit back the first remark that came to his head - telling her that her claw was gone forever. Instead he said, "Just quit your worrying and fussing around. If you want to become a warrior someday, you'll have to learn to take bad things as they come." He put the marigold mush in her paw and all around the injured claw. "Now keep off it the rest of the day."
Poppypaw was not going to admit that Graythorn had a point. She was mildly aware that she could sometimes be, uh, difficult, but she chalked it up to part of her charm. She could be serious when she needed to be, right? The apprentice had just never been put into a position where she needed to make a hard decision or take a risk. Oh, the ignorance of youth. Someday she would have to mature. Not today, though.
"Aww, I have a patrol this afternoon. You'll have to tell Fairystar why I can't make it, he probably won't believe me." She said, inspecting the medicine cat's work. Her toe felt like it had its own personal heart-beat and was quite warm, but she did not feel any pain unless she put her whole weight on it,"He, uh, may be a little suspicious since I said I couldn't clean out the elder's den because I had whitecough last week... I swear, I really did cough..."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 4, 2020 11:26:17 GMT -5
"I will inform Fairystar why you can't go on patrol and tell him I could use your assistance instead," Graythorn meowed. He knew the apprentice's tenancy toward laziness. He doubted her 'whitecough' episode last week but didn't want to take any chances so he let it slide. Even though she had a valid excuse this time, he wanted to teach her there was work that could be done even if one was laid up. "Since you're in training to be a garden keeper, I could use your help in sorting out my herb stores. There's so much work to be done."
"Uhh... You sure I can't do a patrol? It doesn't hurt much now, you did a great job in healing it," Poppypaw backpedaled, not necessarily because she realized that she had been figured out, but because she really didn't want to do this new task. She knew she was in for quite a lot of work if she had to stick around in the medicine cat den, she could smell it in the air. The pale gold she-cat was good at herb identification and deft with her paws when she was focused, but she was well aware that her clumbsiness overrode those good qualities, "You don't really want my help, surely Gardeniacrown or Mudthistle would be a better match."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 6, 2020 19:01:07 GMT -5
"They're both busy right now besides I don't want you walking around too much on that paw," the gray tabby replied. "It will heal faster the less you're on it. You should be able to patrol tomorrow if you rest it today. Come with me and I'll get you started." He headed into his den. "Sit in one of these nests," he indicated with a wave of his tail. There were five nests for cats who were ill, none of which thankfully were occupied at the moment. "I'll bring out some catnip I need you to sort through. And once I get you started, I'll go talk with Fairystar."
Poppypaw frowned: she could not come up with any more complaints. She had literally dug herself into a hole she could not get out of. With a sigh, she padded over to one of the nests and sat down, her whiskers twitching slightly as she took in the scents of the herb stores. The pale gold she-cat had a pretty well-trained nose and could identify many of the aromas in the air. As a garden trainer, she had personally helped grow many of them, after all. There were still some scents that she did not know, though. She hoped Graythorn would show them to her. As dull as Poppypaw was when it came to common sense, she really hard a sharp mind when it came to herbs, although she did not know much at all about how to store them or their uses.
"Okay, okay, so what exactly did you want me to do with the catnip? If it was stored properly why does it need sorted?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 8, 2020 12:10:22 GMT -5
"I want you to sort out the old leaves," he said as he placed a large pile in front of her. "And even if herbs are stored properly," he growled, "sometimes moisture gets in anyway and spoils them." He had sun-dried several leaves but the rainy season brought too much humidity in the air and ruined many of them. "It's a good thing I still have some good ones left that were buried underneath." He pawed a few leaves over. "See the mold growing on these? They have to be thrown out so they won't contaminate the others."
Poppypaw made a face but seemed to be paying quite close attention now. Herbs and plants were her passion after all, although she much prefer them alive and thriving then old and dried up in storage. She was not so dumb that she did not understand the purpose of storing them this way but it still was a little depressing to see such pretty, fragrant leaves riddled with dank and ugly mold, "You should have wrapped these in ivy leaves. What a waste."
She did not complain as she began to sort through them, though. The little bob-tail had quite nimble paws - even with one claw all wrapped up - and worked quickly. She was a little rammy and quite messy, but the good herbs were expertly separated from the bad ones quickly enough. She did a pretty good job.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 13, 2020 14:51:37 GMT -5
Graythorn left in a huff, not replying to her comment about ivy leaves. What does she know?! he thought moodily. But as time wore on he wondered if she ready did know something more about leaf storage. Perhaps something her mentor had taught her. He'd love to know any new knowledge that might help him in his job. Maybe he should ask her, but no, that would make him look mouse brained. The more he pondered this, the more he wanted to know. Fox dung with my foolish pride! I'm going to ask her!
He walked into his den just as Poppypaw finished. "Um, so you say ivy leaves are better than dock leaves for storing herbs. Why do you think that?"
Edited Jan 13, 2020 14:52:52 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
okay time to make something up and try to sound smart
"What, you mean you don't know your leaves?" Poppypaw smirked at Graythorn, eager to flaunt her knowledge. She unfurled one of the dock leaves and put it between herself and the medicine cat, then drew her claw down the center of it, "You see the thick spine on this leaf? It holds moisture. Dock leaves are great for storage in the short-term because they are easy to find, large and don't tear easy when you fold them. But not so much for long-term storage, since the moisture they hold will seep into the herbs and eventually cause the mold growth that you see here. Ivy leaves are the better option because they don't have much of a spine and some varieties are slightly waxy in nature, so, in other-words, naturally water-repellent. The only problem is that they are much smaller and a little harder to collect... and they can be very brittle if left drying in the sun too long... but I wouldn't use any other leaf to store an herb as precious as catmint!."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 15, 2020 16:47:30 GMT -5
Graythorn's neck fur rose with his irritation of an apprentice speaking to him in such a condescending tone. But her information was indeed valuable, something he'd never been taught. But that was no fault of his own, that was for sure! Most of what he learned was from meeting with other medicine cats. His first mentor died shortly after she had appointed him leaving him to basically fend for himself in the learning department.
"Even though I'm still young for my position, you should show me some respect when speaking to me," he growled as his tail waved behind him. "You don't know what I had to go through to learn what I did." He had to will his fur to lay flat and to stop his tail from lashing around. "Tomorrow when your claw is better, you can help me gather some suitable ivy leaves to use."
"Well, if your training was half as dreadful as what I'm going through right now, then I really do pity you." Poppypaw replied snarkily, not picking up on any aggression from Graythorn. She did not respond negatively to the fact that she was going to have to help him collect ivy leaves tomorrow, though. As annoying as it was, she had done it often enough as a Garden Keeper, it's one of the reasons she was so familiar with the medicine. That and her clumsiness, of course, "But yeah, sure, I guess I'll help you get the leaves tomorrow..."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 18, 2020 18:51:58 GMT -5
Graythorn wanted no cat's pity, especially from Poppypaw. A large scowl formed on his face. For some reason she and him never seemed to get along well. Was it because of her attitude or was it the way trouble seemed to follow in her paw steps? He didn't know. Whatever it was, she always seemed to rub his fur the wrong way. But something she said caused him to pause. Was she having a hard time adjusting to the life of an apprentice? Or perhaps she's unhappy with the course her life is taking? He could relate to that! Or maybe Poppypaw was just being lazy in her training. He figured the latter to be true. "So why are you having a hard time in your training?"
"Oh, there's just too many rules. 'Don't dig that up!' 'Be gentle, that plant is sensitive!' I get lectured all the time but I know just what I am doing," Poppypaw gushed, "I know I'm not the smartest cat in SummerClan, but I can tend a garden better than most garden keepers that have their Warrior name. No one listens to me, it's so frustrating!"
Poppypaw did not have any real problems. She had a loving family, a full belly and a warm place to sleep every night. Yet, she was a cat who loved drama, and she couldn't stop herself from stirring the pot from time to time. She wasn't even aware of it. She would intentionally make messes to prove her point from time to time, relocate a plant to show she could do it, it was a stunt like this that got her in Graythorn's den in the first place. She looked full-grown for the most part but was still a kit at heart.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 21, 2020 16:04:57 GMT -5
"I'm listening," Graythorn replied. "So what you're saying is you don't need training, that you already know everything?" he asked amused. "I've yet to meet any cat who knows it all. I'll be the first one to admit that I don't. I know a lot about herbs and treatments but there's so much more I can learn about them. What's important is having the attitude to want to learn more even if you think you've arrived."
