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Poppypaw dug at the roots of pretty burgundy flower, careful not to hurt the petals, but making a royal mess of the roots. Some garden keeper surely had placed it here and spent a lot of time nurturing it, but she really wanted to move it somewhere it would get more foot traffic. There were not many flowering plants left this time of year and thought the camp would like this pop of color. Turns out it was a bigger task than she was expecting.
"Fox-dung!" She cursed as one of her claws broke against a particularly stubborn root. The creamy white-and-ginger she-cat drew her paw back and inspected it. It had split right down the middle, a thin trickle of blood mixing with the dirt. She had not meant to unsheathe her claws but they must have slipped out reflexively when her paw curled around the root. She looked back at her little project and frowned, then half-heartedly began to re-bury it with her good paw, her stubby tail swishing back and forth, "I guess you really want to stay here, huh, little one?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 10, 2019 19:11:45 GMT -5
Gentlebreeze was walking past when she heard the sound of someone's voice. Her curiosity was aroused over who this might be but the warm mouse she was carrying covered the scent of whomever was speaking. Cautiously she came closer until she was able to see the cat. Ah! It's Poppypaw, she thought, stepping into view. After placing her catch on the ground she spoke. "Hello there! Talking to plants, are you? I just hope it doesn't answer you back." She was smiling good naturely.
Poppypaw jumped when she heard Gentlebreeze's approach, her short tail straight in the air and floofed to the max. Her unease faded as she recognized the familiar gray-and-white tabby pelt. She knew the older she-cat to be good-natured and, most importantly, not a garden keeper. This meant odds of her getting scolded for making a mess of this flowerbed were slim.
"Oh, if only it would have spoken, maybe it would have saved me a claw." Poppypaw said a little dramatically, facing Gentlebreeze while kicking the last of her mess out of sight. She held out her paw out for the older cat's inspection, "Do you think I should visit Graythorn? It doesn't hurt very much."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 11, 2019 18:52:48 GMT -5
"If it had spoken, I'd faint dead away," Gentlebreeze laughed, then inspected the proffered paw. "I think you should," she replied. "It did bleed and it's covered with dirt. I'm no medicine cat like my son but I do know that dirt in wounds can cause infection." She spoke like the mother she was. "It wouldn't hurt and it might save you some grief in the long run."
"Well, I guess I will go if you say so. But you'll come with me, right?" Poppypaw meowed, her bondi blue eyes large, begging. She was quite the established klutz and found herself in the medicine cat den frequently. She wasn't proud of it and knew she was probably in for a well-deserved ear-full from Graythorn. The young she-cat tried to be less rammy, truly she did, but it just was not in her nature and no amount of lecturing was going to change that.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 13, 2019 15:35:30 GMT -5
"Don't tell me you're afraid of Graythorn?" she asked humorously, amusement sparking from her eyes. "But of course, I'll go with you if you want. I'll let you in on a little secret." Gentlebreeze smiled broadly. "He may be a grump but deep down inside he really cares for every cat of the clan. He doesn't want to see anyone suffer."
( omg I called her Graybreeze before... lol... I fixed it on my posts above, pls forgive me! )
"I'm not afraid of him!" Poppypaw replied a little too quickly,"He just, um, is annoying. But not in a bad way! I mean, he's good at his job and always helps me..." she paused, not looking Gentlebreeze in the eye,"... anyways... we should get moving before my claw falls off or something." The flame-point she-cat was back on all four paws, albeit favoring her wounded one, and padded over the the other she-cat's side. She was aware that Gentlebreeze was Graythorn's mother and also knew she probably should not have called him annoying. Ever the affectionate cat, and eager to right the potential wrong, Poppypaw leaned into her companion and purred a compliment, "Wow, your fur is so soft!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 14, 2019 19:45:48 GMT -5
(No worries ^^)
Admittedly, the gray tabby she cat was put off at first by Poppypaw's comment but she knew what she said was true. She wasn't the only cat who thought of Graythorn that way and she wouldn't be the last. Gentlebreeze decided not to say anything one way or another and just concerned herself with Poppypaw's well-being. She was amused at her last comment, however. "Thank you but actually no one has ever told me that before. You have soft fur yourself. You can lean against me for support if you need to as we go back to camp."
"Thanks, but I'd trade you any day! Mine's too fluffy, I can't manage it at all," Poppypaw purred, leaning into Gentlebreeze's side even though she didn't really need the other she-cat's support, "This one time I got a burr stuck in it, took me days to get out, Graythorn had to help me since it got so close to my skin..." Poppypaw continued to ramble as they made their way back toward camp, not really giving Gentlebreeze much of the opportunity to get a word in, switching from one story to the next tangentially. By the time the two reached camp, Poppypaw was talking about the scar on her shoulder,"... I got it in a training accident, you see, I was trying to climb... Oh! We are here."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 16, 2019 19:53:44 GMT -5
Finally, Gentlebreeze thought. Her normally laid back attitude was reaching it's limit but she gave no outward sign of any irritation. "Yes, we're here," she meowed. "And look, there's Graythorn walking toward his den."
Sure enough, the grumpy medicine cat was returning from a visit to the elders den. He just wanted to rest and clear his mind from the common complaints of the older cats - aching muscles, tiredness, and fleas!
"Graythorn!," Despite Poppypaw's initial hesitation to visit the medicine cat, her reaction to him in person was quite the opposite. She fearlessly approached the medicine cat, but notably with submissive body language. Her tail was parallel to the ground, her stance just slightly crouched, her eyes wide, pleading. Poppypaw looked very much like a kit at the moment, one who knew she had messed up and was trying to dig herself out of the hole (pun intended), "Listen... I hurt my claw. I was being really careful, I promise, even a senior garden keeper would have gotten hurt. Gentlebreeze said I should show you but I don't even think it's the bad."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 18, 2019 18:56:25 GMT -5
Graythorn's eyes focused on the apprentice and he sighed. "Senior garden keeper?" he asked. "What were you doing anyway? Picking a fight with a daisy - and lost?" He ignored his mother's stern glare like he had done so many times in the past. But he knew her to be a sensible cat so he figured it must be more than just a simple scrape. "Show me the claw," he said in an exasperated tone of voice.
"A root, actually," Poppypaw lied, sitting down and lifting up her injured claw. It was still a little dirty but had stopped bleeding; a clean split from top to bottom, with the tip of her claw hanging on by a thread, "A chrysanthemum was getting choked out by a ribwort, turns out ribworts have very strong roots!"
There really was not a point in lying; after all, even if she told the truth, it was unlikely Graythorn would have cared about what actually happened. She just couldn't help it. Poppypaw realized that Gentlebreeze had been there and may notice the contradictions in her story, but she shrugged the worry away just as soon as it had come to mind, "So... I need to keep it clean and take it easy for a couple days right? Nothing serious?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 19, 2019 19:16:37 GMT -5
Gentlebreeze listened to the apprentice's story with a quizzical look on her face but she held her tongue. Perhaps Poppypaw had confused some of the unimportant details and as it wasn't necessary to correct her, she didn't.
Graythorn looked at the minor injury as the apprentice spoke then backed away slightly. "Well I don't know about that," he said seriously. "This could be really bad. Might even lay you up for a quarter moon or more. You'll have to stay in the medicine den and apply mouse bile to it three times a day."
His mother's eyes grew round with surprise until Graythorn passed her a knowing look he tried to conceal from Poppypaw. He was just teasing apprentice, perhaps out of spite.
Poppypaw's bondi blue eyes went wide with terror as she totally bought into the lie. The average cat would probably know that mouse bile did not really have any healing properties, but not this one, and she nearly gagged at the thought, "OH NO! Will this delay my training? Does it have to be mouse bile, can't you use something that smells better, like chervil or lavender?!"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 24, 2019 14:18:42 GMT -5
Tired and grumpy as he was, Poppypaw's response to his joke caused him to laugh, only just a little. "I was only pulling your tail," Graythorn meowed. "It's not that bad but it's good you came to get it treated. Come with me and we'll put some marigold on it to keep it from becoming infected." He turned from the two cats and started walking into his den.
Poppypaw lashed her stubby tail, annoyed that she was so easily tricked, but not surprised. She knew she was a little dim and was often the butt of jokes. But still! Graythorn was the medicine cat, you'd think he'd be a little more professional when it came to matters of health. She bit her tongue, knowing it best not to comment on it, she'd only make herself sound more stupid.
"Ug, marigold, are you sure you don't have something that smells better?" she focused again on her manner of treatment, but followed him along into the den anyway, "Garden keepers use those to keep pests out of whatever we are growing because it stinks so bad."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 28, 2019 16:44:08 GMT -5
"We could do the 'mouse bile' treatment instead," Graythorn huffed over his shoulder. "Maybe you'd like that better." He pawed the marigold out of his stores. "Anyway, I have more marigold to spare than I do for other herbs so just plug your nose if you don't like it." His gray tabby tail waved in irritation. It was common knowledge around the camp that he wasn't known for his 'nest side' manner. "Don't just stand there, hold up your paw."
Poppypaw dramatically sat down, her tail swishing even more fervently from side to side, stirring any nearby dust into the air. She sneezed, then narrowed her eyes and turned her head away from Graythorn as she lifted her wounded paw in the air. It was no longer bleeding but hard some dirt packed into it, making it hard to truly see the extent of the damage. The split could be observed clear down to the quick.
"Just be quick, I can't watch," she whined, flexing her claws and wincing a little bit.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 29, 2019 8:19:32 GMT -5
Graythorn pushed her paw back toward her in disgust. "Clean it first! How's the marigold going to help it if it's dirty?" He began to chew the marigold into a pulp as he waited for her to wash her paw.
