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Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 11, 2020 18:53:47 GMT -5
Fawnpaw flinched when Dovegarden started yelling at him. He was so used to getting soothed into the experience that the harsh words from her reminded him that he was supposed to be scared. Spinning around, he barely escaped her claws from yanking out his fur. His adrenaline started to pump through his body. Fawnpaw really should run, but why weren't his feet moving? Dovegarden loomed over him, taller than anyone else had. Refusing Chimerastar was one thing, but Dovegarden played a whole other game.
As her paw shot out to get him, he covered his face with his own, to give him some protection. "Okay! Yes!" Fawnpaw gave in, on the verge of tears.
Her claws didn't land on Fawnpaw as she had intended them to, and as the apprentice's own paw came up to protect him, her limb managed to get knocked away. Dovegarden was huffing, the anger like a livewire in her. Only Fawnpaw's concession managed to get through. Yes? Finally, yes! She turned her body away from him then, looking at the sky instead. The garden keeper had been so close to letting this opportunity get away from her. The fear of that had come so strongly. Now, she needed to make amends.
Turning back, the white she-cat let out a final breath and tested her voice. "Fawnpaw," she said, listening for any residual anger. Nope. Just out of breath. That was fine, so she continued. "My apologies for losing my temper. I fear I might have frightened you, and that was not my intention. Let me make it up to you."
Dovegarden looked at her surroundings. He'd said yes. That meant she could get started, right? But where was that herb from last time...
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2020 17:44:46 GMT -5
Blood rushed to his ears, Fawnpaw couldn't even hear her stop, feel himself knock her paw away. Only the realization that no pain was blossoming across him made those odd eyes crane open. Seeing her pause, panting, did little to calm his nerves. Any moment she could snap like an electrical line in a storm. He feared her, definitely. It kept him rooted to the spot. For as much as his muscles bunch together, he couldn't move.
Let me make it up to you.
It was a shame Romulus was such a glutton for punishment. He should have ran long ago. Instead, his paw lowered slowly, revealing his stunned expression and tear-stained face until his paw was back on the ground. Fawnpaw knew one thing at least; he couldn't say no. "S-Sure." He was still hesitant, but he wasn't running.
Where was her waxy leaf? It had contained herbs while she'd been out working. Dovegarden must have left it somewhere near here.
Ah, over there. The white garden keeper gave Fawnpaw another glance, ensuring he stayed put. She grabbed the giant leaf by each end and brought it back over to the tom, setting it down gently so the contents wouldn't spill.
"I have two herbs here," she began, voice monotone like she was giving a lesson. "They look much the same but have different effects on cats. I would like to see if you can tell the difference. This is beneficial to teach cats who may need herbs while they are not around their medicine cat or ... whatever you call them. This is the experiment I would like help with.
If you can divide up the herbs into two distinct piles, I will reward you. And if you cannot, there will be consequences. Perhaps that's a good enough incentive to try, little Fawnpaw, hmm?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 31, 2020 12:55:21 GMT -5
Fawnpaw dry swallowed, but it must have thrilled Dovegarden that he didn't move. At most, his paws shuffled nervously. Rubbing against each other in a way that tried to self soothe, but it didn't work.
This wasn't the lesson he was expecting, and he definitely didn't expect to separate the two. They must have mixed together when she carried them over, but they certainly looked the same in the lack of light. He liked rewards as much as he liked consequences, both sounded enticing. But sparks of pain still riddled his sides, ones that led him to separate the two into piles. It was hard, took him longer than he anticipated, and no doubt some of one herb was mixed in the pile of another. But he dusted off his paws and presented the two piles to Dovegarden.
