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Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 13, 2021 19:25:37 GMT -5
"Well, I was planning on running to the lake and back," Fisherpaw said. "But it's fine if we walk part of the way." He didn't realize about Sunpaw's size and physique being a hindrance but he did know she wasn't in as good as shape as he. "We can come back through the wild flower and herb meadow. I bet you already know where that is. It's a great place for catching mice." The lowering his voice and looking around cautiously, he added, "Maybe I can catch us a couple when we get there." He knew apprentices weren't allowed to eat while they were out but wasn't he and Sunpaw special cats?
"To the lake!" declared his friend enthusiastically, secretly deciding for herself to lope behind a few steps so that she knew exactly where they were headed. Sunpaw didn't find herself well versed in the map of their territory, spending most of her time in the gardens and meadows, but she wasn't about to admit that to Fisherpaw. Her whiskers twitched at his last comment. "I haven't hunted before either. Maybe you can show me that too?" Fisherpaw was very knowledgeable, something she was coming to realize about her friend, and there was a sudden, sharp pang of inferiority that she did not like, something that would drive her to extremes to quash. "Lead the way then, Sir Fisher," she mewed, any trace of her inner turmoil swept from her tone.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 14, 2021 14:01:05 GMT -5
"It'll be my pleasure, Queen Sunstar," Fisherpaw meowed magnanimously with a dip of his head. He really liked the nicknames they had for each other. He led the way out of the camp and then trotted through the shallow stream close by. The water that splashed his belly felt refreshing to him. Once he was on the other side, he kept his pace a little slower than normal for Sunpaw's sake. It was about halfway between a walk and a full-out run. He'd been mulling around in his mind her comment about not knowing how to hunt and he wondered just what garden keepers did and how they trained. Trotting even with her on her right side, he meowed, "So what does a normal day of training look like for a garden keeper? What sorts of things do you do?"
As she trekked behind him, Sunpaw picked her way across stepping stones to avoid wetting her dainty paws, though her tail drooped low enough to graze the water and flick droplets whenever it whisked behind her. She could sense he was holding back for her sake, which she both appreciated and loathed, but if she was about to say something about it, Fisherpaw's question redirected her in time to spare him the headache of some haughty remark (as that was far more likely than vocal gratitude). "Well, I'm not sure how it is for all the others, but Rosethorn has me learning a lot of the herbs and flowers, their growing seasons, the types of care they require, stuff like that. She says that it's important for us to upkeep the territory as it's one of SummerClan's selling points. I think some of the other garden keeper apprentices get some warrior training too, but Papi says that Rosethorn is a," Sunpaw paused to scrunch up her nose, "pacific, I think. She doesn't hunt or fight." As much as she resented her mentor for a petty grudge, Rosethorn was a wealth of knowledge that her apprentice readily absorbed, adding to her repertoire of information she learned through her mother, Poppymask. "Was it hard for you to start warrior training when we were promoted? It seems so easy for you already."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 15, 2021 14:31:46 GMT -5
(I replied as if Rosethorn was still deputy. This is still the same day they were talking about her being deputy.)
Fisherpaw listened as Sunpaw related to him what kinds of things they learned. It intrigued him that plants were an important part of clan life. Sure he knew herbs were needed for healing but he never realized the importance of tending to them. Then his mind went down a different path at the mention of their deputy. He had often wondered why Ratstar chose Rosethorn to be his deputy. She never seemed to him as the warrior type and now he knew why. But knowing she was a 'pacific' still didn't answer his first question - why was she chosen?
"I wouldn't say it was hard," Fisherpaw replied. "Just different. The play fights I had as a kit are now changed into training sessions where I have to learn different and better techniques. So many battle moves I used as a kit were sloppy at best. And from what I've been told, I've only just scratched the surface of all the things I have to learn." He was pleased at where he was in his training and hoped his mentor was as well. "Easy isn't the word I'd use. It's work but it's fun and interesting at the same time."
"But back to Rosethorn," he said as he leaped over a small branch in the path. "It doesn't make me feel any better about her knowing she's a 'pacific'. Isn't it a deputy's main job to lead battle patrols? Sure, they arrange all the daily patrols and support the leader, but how can a cat who can't fight help protect the clan? I have a feeling she won't last long as deputy. Especially now that you've told me about her, it's even more important that we keep a close watch on her."
(sorry for the wait! I got sick and am just getting over it!)
"I didn't know work could be fun, but different folk, different strokes." Sunpaw shrugged. Personally, any work was awful and the worst thing she'd ever been tasked with, and the fluffy apprentice could often be found avoiding it at every opportunity, either by hiding in Ratstar's den or counting the blooms in camp to see what needed to be planted...by someone other than herself, obviously. But... Fisherpaw appeared to be glowing, self-satisfied with his training and what he did for the clan. Maybe it could be fun with the right cat. She certainly found herself having fun whenever they were together, however unbecoming she thought it might look for a garden keeper apprentice as pretty as herself to be getting dirty. "Do you think you'll be the strongest cat in SummerClan one day? Or the greatest warrior in the clan? You know, there's always a chance that we'll be the best one day, because someone has to be, right?"
Her ears grazed a low-hanging branch, the tremors scattering leaves across her coat that Sunpaw promptly shook off. "I dont think Papi cares about it," she said earnestly. "He's always trying to show how garden keepers are just as essential as warriors but in different ways, and I heard him telling Momma that he thinks Rosethorn not fighting will be useful in communicating with other clans. Make friends, I guess. I dunno. I just want her gone." Her cheeks puffed out furiously, though Sunpaw's train of thought was quickly derailed as they approached the lake, curiously considering what would happen if their deputy did step down. "Who do you think would replace her though? I mean, you and I are obvious choices, but we're too young. Dumb rules."
Post by Whitemuzzle on May 3, 2021 11:09:44 GMT -5
(Hope you're feeling better!)
Fisherpaw felt himself puff up with pride when he heard Sunpaw's questions about him possibly becoming the strongest and greatest warrior in SummerClan. She must really think I'm good, he thought happily. "I hope so someday," he replied softly. He'd heard other cats talking about Sunpaw, calling her snotty, bratty, and spoiled rotten. But they didn't know her the way he did. Sure she could be bossy but she was a true friend who made him feel important. And she was just fun to be around.
He took in what she said her father said about Rosethorn. He couldn't understand how he thought a non-fighting cat would bring peace. In his mind it would only make SummerClan look weak to the other clans. They would have to 'talk their way out of fights' instead of defending themselves. Yes, he'd like to see Rosethorn step down too. The thought thrilled him of possibly becoming deputy one day.
"You're right," he replied getting caught up into Sunpaw's way of thinking. "Dumb rules. But if I had to choose, Crimsonlife or Mudthistle would be good. I'd pick Dustfeather if he was younger. He would have made an excellent deputy in his day." He had always admired the senior warrior who took life seriously and was willing to fight any enemy who came his way.
"Isn't Mudthistle on the Red Guard?" Sunpaw scrunched up her nose in thought, trying to place a face with the name, when it dawned on her that, yes, Mudthistle was part of her father's inner circle. Cats that rose to the guard were among the highest in forms of prestige behind the main staff-- and it was a little cool that they got special assignments. "She's nice, I think. I heard Dustfeather didn't want my Papi to be the leader, so I'm not so sure I'd want him as a deputy even if he was younger. I think it'd be cool if Graythorn became deputy. Can you imagine a medicine cat being selected by StarClan?! Though, I think FallClan's leader started out as a medicine cat." The rest of the clan tended to avoid the medicine cat when he was in a mood, but Sunpaw never felt the need to. She liked Graythorn and enjoyed chatting with him when she was tasked with replenishing his stocks.
Just then a yawn parted her jaws, and the fluffy apprentice decided to flop next to the shore, stretching out on a patch of grassy land that extended into the lake. "StarClan, I could so go for a nap right now. Jogging is so much work," she sighed dramatically, rolling onto her back to warm her soft belly fur.
Post by Whitemuzzle on May 5, 2021 18:52:37 GMT -5
Fisherpaw didn't realize Dustfeather had been against Ratstar's leadership. From what he saw the older cat had obeyed and followed orders. With a slight shrug of his shoulders he dismissed the thought. Couldn't it be said that both he and Sunpaw were disloyal to their deputy? But only they knew of each other's feelings about Rosethorn. As long as they were loyal to SummerClan is what mattered and as far as he knew Dustfeather was loyal to the clan too.
"Graythorn?" he asked a little amused. "I didn't know of any cats who liked him, except Gentlebreeze and Pantherclaw. And I think they only like him because he's kin. He's such a grouch. One time I had a bellyache and he made me eat some disgusting tasting leaves. I complained about the taste and he told me to 'shut up and them if I wanted to get better'. I think he could be a little nicer especially to kits. But to tell you the truth, I've never heard of a medicine cat ever becoming a deputy or a leader, at least from those who still follow StarClan."
He sat down next to Sunpaw and stretched. "I suppose we can rest here for a bit. There's nothing pressing us to get back." He really didn't need to rest but he was pacing their outing on how well Sunpaw could keep up.
One sparkling blue eye pried open and a little amused smirk grew on her lips, tutting at Fisherpaw's claim of Graythorn being grumpy. "Mayhe he's like that 'cuz no one just stops in to chat with him. Only when they need something. I wouldn't be too happy if other cats only wanted to be around me for what I can do, not who I am." Which, thinking about it, maybe she understood that sentiment because she was like Graythorn: Abrasive and difficult to talk to, and thus few cats went out of their way to actively spend any time with her. Warriors only took her for patrols and apprentices only paired up with Sunpaw when they were forced to be.
She didn't want to dwell on that notion, so instead she smirked. "I bet I could be a medicine cat-turned-leader. After all, me 'n you, we were chosen by StarClan. We can do anything." And where Sunpaw was concerned, nothing was impossible.
Post by Whitemuzzle on May 10, 2021 18:50:07 GMT -5
(Oops! Sorry, I keep forgetting to check it out.)
He had never thought about Graythorn in the way Sunpaw had described him. "Maybe you're right about Graythorn," he meowed thoughtfully. "He isn't all that bad anyway. It was him who told us we were special, chosen by StarClan." His mind wandered back to that cold day when they had helped the medicine cat around his den in order to talk to him about their special gift. He remembered the excitement he had felt when he found out they were specially chosen by StarClan to save the clan. "Yes," he said confidently, "I bet we can do anything! It would be so cool if you were to become a medicine cat leader. You'd make me your deputy, right?" He looked at Sunpaw expectantly.
"Of course!" exclaimed his friend, her eyes wide partially from the reverie but also in shock that he even needed to ask. "A true leader never forgets her most trusted Knight and would certainly reward his service," Sunpaw added. "We would lead SummerClan to greatness---not that it isn't already the best clan in the whoe mountains! Say, what do you think it's like to be leader and get nine lives? Do you think it hurts?" She couldn't imagine it; to be filled with the lives of their ancestors, to know them so intimately. It was something Ratstar had never talked with her about.
Post by Whitemuzzle on May 15, 2021 18:43:30 GMT -5
Most trusted. The words made him feel really good. It was nice to have someone put their trust in him. Then he thought about her question. "I really never thought about that before. I'd think it wouldn't hurt because getting extra lives is a good thing and good things don't hurt. Besides the lives come from StarClan and they're good." He looked up at the sky as if he'd get confirmation of his answer but everything was quiet except for some distant bird song and a slight rustling of the leaves in the breeze. "I wonder how it's done," he said bringing his gaze back down to the earth. "Maybe they eat something special that StarClan gives them or maybe an ancestor breathes their breath into them. What do you think?"
Sunpaw giggled at the image Fisherpaw evoked in her mind, imagining the most serious moment of a leader's life being them exchanging breaths with the ancestors like a baby bird parting its beak for its meal. "That would be funny. Maybe they get transported to an arena and have to fight some Dark Forest cats to earn their lives and that's what happens to cats who are evil like Rosethorn! Leaders are supposed to be strong and fierce, right? I guess I'll have to find out when I'm leader and then I can tell you all about it."
Post by Whitemuzzle on May 19, 2021 18:53:45 GMT -5
"Hmm," Fisherpaw said as he thought about leaders having to fight to get their lives. "Could be," he mewed. He was a little disappointed that Sunpaw had dismissed his idea as something funny. "You know, you don't have to wait until you become our leader to find out what happens. You can ask your father what happens during the ceremony so that way you'll know what to expect."
He looked thoughtful as he gazed out across the lake. "Sometimes when I come here I can see SpringClan cats patrolling their side of the lake but I don't see any right now." He rose to his feet and stretched. "I'm getting hungry. How about we catch some mice or water voles to eat?"
She considered the point he raised. "Sure, I guess I could. Do you think he would tell me?" Of course, Sunpaw considered herself to be among her father's most trusted counsel, even if that wasn't the case on his end, but there was some mystique surrounding the exchange that she was worried would shatter if she learned the truth. "Maybe I'll ask him about it sometime, buuut mayhe I'll wait and see for myself."
She rolled back over so her paws were beneath her, sun-warmed belly resting flat against the much cooler earth, and followed Fisherpaw's gaze. "They're probably too scared to get close to the border with us here. I would be," she snickered, bumping his shoulder as she stood. "Sure, we can hunt, but you'll have to teach me. Innit easy?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on May 21, 2021 14:16:21 GMT -5
"Well, in some ways yes but in other ways no," Fishpaw meowed. He was really enjoying playing the part of a teacher. "My mentor told me that cats are born with an instinct to hunt, that's the easy part, but good hunting skills have to be learned in order to become proficient at it." He sniffed the air as he walked away from the lake toward a clump of bushes. "The first thing to learn is to stay downwind of your prey. You want the wind in your face so your scent isn't carried to whatever you're hunting." The wind was light and blowing toward the two cats. Lowering his voice, he continued. "See those bushes over there? I can smell mouse scent coming from that direction. The second thing to learn is to be completely quiet and to walk softly. Mice scare easily."
"An Instinct to hunt?" It was said so quietly, it was liable to be swept away on the breeze, but Sunpaw was speaking it more to herself than Fisherpaw. Since their conversation about garden warriors earlier that day, she felt determined to become proficient in both specialties, but her extremely newfound resolve was shaky at best and she wondered if she even had the natural skill necessary. She watched her friend creep up to the bushes, every footstep deliberate and his nose raised to the wind, whispering instructions he already had memorized just loud enough for her to hear without disturbing nearby prey, and felt envy bubble in her belly. She swallowed thickly, but lowered herself into a crouch that poorly mimicked his and asked, "Like this?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on May 26, 2021 16:17:29 GMT -5
"Almost," Fisherpaw replied. "Spread your feet a little farther apart so you get more stability." He remembered being told that on his first hunt. He nearly toppled over then and scared the mouse away. But his mentor was kind and patient with him. "And hold your tail straight out behind you so it won't brush against anything as you stalk. Wait here and watch." He crept slowly forward then stopped just short of the bush. The tip of his tail twitched slightly as he held it straight out. Then with one swift movement, he lunged under the bush. When he came back out, there was a mouse clenched tightly in his jaws, it's head and tail were drooping.
"Woah!" Forgetting momentarily the instruction to keep her voice lowered, Sunpaw released an auditory gasp. She hadn't even known a mouse was there, yet Fisherpaw had located and killed it with ease. Was this the sort of training she would miss out on as a Garden Keeper---and, furthermore, as Rosethorn's apprentice? "Okay, I wanna try now, but I don't think we can do it here," she said sheepishly, figuring any other prey nearby will have evacuated at the sound of her exclamation.
Setting off, her nose pointed into the oncoming breeze, Sunpaw was eerily quiet as they prowled through SummerClan's territory, which felt more mysterious and as if every bush held a secret and every shrub had eyes. She was paying a lot of attention to the scents coming towards her; mostly, she picked up the floral aromas of the blooming flowers, but a very faint, very enticing scent lilted up from beneath them, growing stronger the further she ventured and drawing her forward. Suddenly, the sound of munching could be heard ahead. Spread your feet. Hold your tail, Sunpaw reminded herself, envisioning the stance Fisherpaw had shown her and emulating it. It was much better than her last attempt, but she had a long way to go before she mastered it. She crept closer, barely daring to breathe, and then... She bunched up and pounced, only for the wild hare to evade her grasp and shoot back to safety.
Despite her loss, Sunpaw turned back to her friend and beamed. "Like that?! Was that good?"
