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"I never said I knew everything. But I know a lot about herbs, probably more than you do." Poppypaw replied with a haughty tone. She could have gotten angry or submissive from Graythorn's words, most normal cats would, but instead she took it as an opportunity to brag about how great she was, "Not using them for medicinal purposes, but growing them and stuff. Flowers too. I'm basically a master garden keeper but no one treats me like a genius even though they should. Maybe I'm just that intimidating? I mean, I get kinda nervous around Fairystar, I'm pretty sure I give off the same vibe. Did you know that one time Fairystar even asked me to be your apprentice? I told him no of course."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 23, 2020 20:03:48 GMT -5
"Well I'm glad to hear you did at least one thing right," Graythorn growled as he held back his temper. "And I wouldn't even accept you as my apprentice. You're way overconfident, arrogant, and cocky. You don't have a teachable spirit either. An apprentice is a master garden keeper! HA! Now that's the funniest thing I've heard in a long time. You've been an apprentice for what - two maybe three moons and you know more than your mentors? Un-be-liev-able! Now I don't want to hear anymore of this. If you keep it up, I'll have you on tick duty in the elders den. You can do that with a broken claw."
"EIGHT MOONS!" Poppypaw yelled, digging her claws into the dirt floor and wincing as her wounded was wrenched. She did not look down but could feel the tell-tale warmth of blood seep out from her cut. Most all of SummerClan would have heard this outburst, although it wasn't particularly alarming; Poppypaw's voice was easy to identify, even more so when she was throwing a fit, "I've been an apprentice for eight moons, only four more to go, and I will probably get promoted before that anyway! You really are one to talk, first you make me clean my own wound, then you make me do your dirty work, next you're going to make me de-tick the elders? What do YOU do all day?! I'm out working my tail off for the Clan and wounded myself while doing it! Most risk you ever have is stubbing your paw against some of the piles of half-sorted herbs you have scattered all about. Talk about UN-BE-LIEV-ABLE!!!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 25, 2020 17:36:51 GMT -5
Graythorn glared at Poppypaw without saying anything right away - part of his anger management and it was working. Although he never had much time being an apprentice, he still knew of the trials and hardships it entailed. Besides he's had his share of injuries. When he spoke he kept his voice even although everything in him wanted to lash out. "You want to know why there are piles of half sorted herbs laying around? It's because - one: I don't have an apprentice (ooc- This thread takes place before he gets Rabbitpaw) two: For the past three days I've spent most of my time in the elders den tending to Bonefang and his green cough and three: I don't remember how many minor injuries like yours I've treated recently. As for getting injured, you'd be surprised what I have to face. There was the fox in the herb meadow and the hawk on the mountain." Actually Graythorn enjoyed those times. They made him feel like a warrior, something he'd never get to be. He placed two thyme leaves in front of Poppypaw. "Eat these. They'll make you feel better." He took two more and ate them himself.
Poppypaw acted like she wanted to refuse the thyme at first, but she eventually gave in and nibbled on one of the leaves. She was coming down from her outburst since Graythorn hadn't replied with enough fuel for fire. The herb was probably helping, too, not that she knew that. For all the knowledge she had about herbs she did not have a single clue how to use them. Regardless, she did feel a little guilty for how she had acted. Graythorn's quick description of his day really did seem like a lot of work. She wouldn't admit that she was wrong, of course, but she could yield. She wasn't totally unreasonable. A silence settled between the two while she finished her treatment, then she suddenly said, "So... a fox in the herb meadow, a hawk on the mountain... I've never heard those stories." Thistlemind had been the storyteller in her life, but she had been missing for quite some time now, presumed dead. It was only after her mother had disappeared that Poppypaw developed a tendency for bickering. Her coping mechanism.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 28, 2020 15:00:58 GMT -5
The thyme was working on Graythorn as well. He was become more calm. He didn't like to use the herbs on himself unless he absolutely had to but this had been a time when he felt he might just lose it. And that would have spelled disaster because not only Poppypaw but the rest of the clan might lose faith in him. He hated his grumpy disposition and that made him even more grumpy when he thought about it. A thought just struck him! Maybe StarClan put Poppypaw in his life to teach him to be more tolerant with others.
Graythorn sat down opposite the apprentice and began to help sort out the ruined leaves with her. "The fox in the meadow," he began, "happened while I was still an apprentice. Dreamchaser - she was the medicine cat before me- had taken me to the herb meadow to collect herbs. While we were there we came upon a fox who was hunting on our territory. Dreamchaser had in mind to hide us until it passed but we had no such luck. It spotted us before we could get situated and charged toward us." He shook off a rotten leaf from a claw and it plopped down onto the ground.
Poppypaw's eyes went wide and she leaned in closer to hear the medicine cat's story. Her golden half-tail swished from side to side as she hung on to each one of his words, "What herbs were your trying to collect? Did you find them before the fox found you?"
She was such a stereotypical garden keeper; if given the choice to learn about a fox attack or an herb, she sided for the later. She sorted out another rotten leaf as well and thoughtfully put it next to Graythorn's while she waited for the next installment of the story.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 1, 2020 19:31:56 GMT -5
Graythorn shook his head slightly side to side and smiled inwardly. Most cats would want to know what happened next with fox not about the minor details that surrounded the story. "Actually it was marigolds. The whole incident is burned into my memory. I can still see the fox charging toward us right through the middle of the marigold patch. Dreamchaser jumped on it's back and I bit down on it's tail. Somehow it got loose from Dreamchaser and clawed my right hind leg." He turned and held out his leg with the scar still visible. "Dreamchaser then swiped it a good one across it's nose. The fox let out a loud yelp and then ran off." Then just to see what her reaction would be he added, "Only a fourth of the marigolds weren't damaged or destroyed by the fight. That's why I had the Garden keepers working so hard last Greenleaf to help restore the patch."
"Wow, I never knew that! Well, I guess it makes sense. I just wonder why the fox was even there at all. They are too stupid to know anything about herbs," Poppypaw mused, done sorting now; she rolled on her back and looked at Graythorn upside down, "But Dreamchaser seems super cool! A medicine cat that knows how to fight is really something. I don't even know how to fight. But that's because I'm a pacifist." She shifted her weight a little bit and was reminded that her claw had started bleeding again. She lifted her claw above her head and looked at it curiously, but didn't say anything as she waited for the story to continue, even though it clearly had reached its end already.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 5, 2020 16:08:07 GMT -5
"The fox was there looking for food. Mice and birds and other creatures call the meadow home. But you're right about foxes being stupid. They don't know a thing about herbs and their uses. And that's a good thing for us. They'd live longer if they did." Graythorn rose to his feet and brought back some spiderwebs for Poppypaw's claw. "Hold up your paw again so I can put these webs on to stop the bleeding."
Poppypaw hesitated but eventually lifted her wounded paw up to Graythorn. Sure enough, she had torn it open at some point between its first dressing and now, but it had not bled for very long and was already a dull, muddy color. Dried. She made a face when she saw the stain and dramatically turned her head away, "Do you know the last time a fox was seen in the meadow? I haven't come across one even once and I'm out there all the time."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 10, 2020 19:24:49 GMT -5
"It's been awhile," Graythorn meowed as he put the webs into place. "The last place they've been spotted was the rabbit meadow. At least that's what I heard. Thankfully I never saw another one in the herb and wildflower meadow. I'm there a lot myself and I don't fancy the idea of meeting another one out there again." He was usually there alone and a one on one battle with a fox is a lopsided one at best. It usually takes at least two if not more cats to defeat one of those fierce creatures.
"The rabbit meadow makes a lot of sense I guess." Poppypaw replied, wincing at bit as Graythorn redressed her wound. It hurt a whole lot more now than it ever did when she actually tore it. She wondered if Graythorn's medicine was really going to help since so far all it did was hurt. Oh, whatever, she would be free to do whatever she wanted when they were done sorting these leaves. She still had to help him gather ivy tomorrow, of course, but that was tomorrow, "Are there any more leaves you need to sort or can I go now?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 16, 2020 18:03:16 GMT -5
"That's about it," Graythorn replied as he looked back toward the area where he stored his herbs. "You can go but be careful with that claw. Don't go reinjuring it. You don't want to make it worse or cause an infection to start." He wondered if she'd even listen to that advice knowing she liked to do things her way and on her own time table. Which reminded him, "Oh, and come back late morning tomorrow so we can gather some ivy leaves."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Poppypaw got to her paws and stretched on reflex, which of course made her wince as she moved her claw a little more than she should, but it didn't seem to bleed or damage the cobwebs at all. She bowed her head to Graythorn but it seemed insincere, "I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for fixing my claw."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 20, 2020 18:39:51 GMT -5
"You're welcome," Graythorn replied. For once we were almost amiable to each other, he mused to himself.
The following morning Graythorn kept busy with his usual rounds to the elder's den and the nursery. Before he knew it was almost sunhigh. He went back to his den to wait for Poppypaw to arrive for their appointment. He hoped this new ivy leaf wrap would really help preserve the herbs longer.
Poppypaw was running late. She really, really did not want to help Graythorn, but she knew he had probably shared words with her mentor if not Fairystar himself. There was no avoiding this. Today she was wearing a very simple flower crown, just a few violas and some frosty-looking leaves; her wounded claw made it hard to wrap it tightly. So, less flowers, less flair, anyone that knew her well would assume she was sick, "Graythorn," she meowed in greeting, not looking him in the eyes, "Sorry I was running late, I had to... well, I was working on a project, that took longer than expected." Her crown, "But I'm all ready to go now. You better keep up!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 22, 2020 15:18:50 GMT -5
One look at the apprentice and Graythorn knew what project made her late. "I hope you didn't hurt your injured claw while you made your flowery bonnet," he replied. "And as for me keeping up, I want you to slow down. There is no need to go rushing around and making your injury worse. Simple walking shouldn't hurt it." Even though he wanted to get on with this task, he didn't want to see Poppypaw injure herself more. Out of all the cats in SummerClan, she was among the least he liked to spend time with. And he guessed the feeling was mutual.
Edited Feb 22, 2020 15:19:53 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
"My claw is fine, thank you very much," Poppypaw rolled her eyes, lifting up her wounded paw as if to prove it was still attached. The cobwebs had fallen off in the night but it didn't look like she needed them much anymore as the wound has mostly closed up. It would still be sore but mostly functional, although perhaps a more well-trained eye would say otherwise, "The best ivy grows by the Witch's house, so we will need to be a little sneaky."
She swished her tail from side to side then took the first steps out of camp, not bothering to look behind her to make sure that Graythorn was following.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 24, 2020 20:00:12 GMT -5
The witch's house! It figures, Graythorn thought. He avoided going near there whenever he could. The place gave him the creeps. The stories he heard while growing up still bothered him, especially the one about the witch boiling kits for her dinner. "Aren't there any good ivy vines any closer? That place is so far away and I've got things here that need to be done." That was the truth and he was glad it was. There was no need to go traipsing that far.
