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Springpaw
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]

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It didn’t take long for her mentor to take notice of the current situation, and Springpaw found herself growing immensely puzzled, yet intrigued by her mentor’s choice of wording. The calico herself didn’t know exactly how ears worked, yet her mentor seemed to be efficiently better at this then the young molly was herself. With curiosity practically growing at the seams, the calico found herself following over and watching carefully as Willowstripe laid down on a moss-bed for her ears to get looked at. Inspecting the internal structure of the ear sounded like a strange task to the calico molly, but Drizzlecloud was doing it, so she suspected it was an important thing to do. “How… do you… handle ears… Drizzlecloud? I see… that you… seem to know… what you… are doing… with this… unlike I do.” Springpaw questioned, focusing her attention back up towards the ticked tabby as she placed herself onto the coarse soil below. It was better to be curious than not, right? Curiosity led to her gaining more knowledge and understanding about certain tasks unlike ignorance which leads to less understanding of certain things.

@Samantha @Omari [ deep apologies for not getting to this sooner, and maybe this could cross off “infected ears” as drizzle could explain how it works to spring maybe :eyes: ]

https://www.warriorcatsonline.com/fo...ictureid=48678
Springpaw
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]

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To be fair, Springpaw had hoped that no one would notice the current state that she was in. She felt undeniably indisposed and it seemed that Mudhound was able to see through the mask that she had been sincerely hoping would keep her shielded from the keening eyes of others. Her mask faltered as soon as Mudhound began to drive deeper and deeper and soon shoving past her barrier, going into her deepest crevices. It made her feel a painful stab of guilt that coursed itself recklessly through her veins and only grew stronger each passing moment in time. How could she pull herself away from this situation this time? How could she escape the grappling fear of letting Mudhound know about her interior insecurities about the situations grappling ThunderClan like a vice? The fever seemed to be continuously growing, making her stomach constantly twist and tug to the point where Springpaw couldn’t bear the burdens any longer. That couldn’t bear about holding back her worries about diplomacy and politics that kept sparking up a storm every meeting that came and went.

Her barbed tongue slowly stuck out and anxiously swiped itself among her dry lips to ease the pressure of her swarming stomach. The pressure was overbearing, and was itching to make its way out of her throat and escape her anticipating maw. “I… You’re right… Mudhound,” the young medic admitted quietly, her wobbling voice almost a mere whisper as she gingerly rubbed her small, rounded porcelain-colored paws along the frozen leg to recirculate warmth into the limb. “I’m… not alright… just been… bearing a chill… and feelings… about everything… that had… been going on…” Springpaw felt her eyes instinctively jerk towards her mentor as she watched her come into view, jaws almost snapping shut to keep her from expelling anything that she’d regret. A boiling surge of bubbled anger attacked her stomach. What was there to keep? Nothing, obviously. Just her mere frustrations and concerns for the well-being of ThunderClan. Her light grip tightened, but quickly refrained as she didn’t want to intend any unnecessary harm to the tripod than what was already there. Springpaw wasn’t like that. She wasn’t like Foxstep and drove cats into reckless dangers and almost caused the negligible death of them. Like her own cousins for example. He almost killed them and be the murder of them.

Disgust and ire boiled deep within her chest, tugging and twisting until it couldn’t anymore. She wanted to scream and cry out to the stars above for why they caused this much anguish for everyone; for why they have been causing everything to happen as of late. If they cared so much, wouldn’t they come to their dreams and assure them that it was going to be okay? Because they surely didn’t seem to like doing that. They liked hiding in the shadows of the stars above and allowing the living mortals to find out what happens next in their little games of chance. It’s exactly what those imperfections always do and it always pisses her off. Her thoughts among the matter were quick to subside though, curiosity faintly raising as Springpaw listened to the story that the feline in front of her was telling both of the medics. And, it was almost bound to be worrisome, because right off the start, Springpaw didn’t feel right about it.

It obviously explained the reek of blood that wore off the feline. More reckless murder was caused and slaughter. A border skirmish, to make it more clear to her shaken mind. She didn’t want to further question or escalate the matter, only finally getting the answer that she desired and initially explained the acrid stench itself. She didn’t want to make herself more toned in on the story, only feeling her stomach churning more and more restlessly. It was hurting like hell now, and this fever felt like her body was restlessly boiling. Was it the fever, or was it her complex feelings towards the situation itself? Words were clogging her throat, and they felt more and more difficult to suppress as her brain searched to find the words to describe how she was feeling right now towards the tripod. “At least… you weren’t injured… or any… of you… or else… they would’ve… been in here… too.” A weak answer, she knew. The pastel calico tried to form a smile, which came out tired and forced, but she didn't say anything otherwise. It was better to try to mask her emotions again then try to explain how she was truly feeling. No one needed to know about her insecurities about her clan’s safety, or about how she was internally suffering from the wicked whispering in her brain taunting her.

Springpaw felt her muscles stiffen at the mere mention of RiverClan camp. Of all things, why bring the bodies back? Sure, the question itself felt irrationally obscured to ask about, even if it’s targeted towards herself, but why bring them back? Isn’t that just going to cause more unnecessary bloodshed to be done from bringing back the bodies of dead warriors that they killed? Questions fumed and answers were desired, but she held herself back from abruptly asking. There had to be a reason to bring the bodies back, of course. Maybe it was to demand for why they crossed the border, or even began fighting with them in the first place. It was horrid, and it only seemed the fuel gave more spark to the flame. She almost felt tempted to say something at least to the tripod about the whole scenario, but she felt herself holding back. Their offer about bringing her another owl feather was hanging high in her head. It was something that she wouldn’t mind. Her moss-bed was already covered with different essentials of old flowers and feathers that she had collected throughout her days of going out in the territory. Another item to add to her collection would make it feel more comfortable.

“… I would… like another… owl feather… a lot… actually.” Her lips finally began to curve into a small, uptight smile. It wasn’t large, or out to the seams, but it lifted her poor spirits. The old owl feather that Mudhound gave to her could always use a companion to accompany it, so she wouldn’t mind having more than one to add to her little collection of nature’s artifacts.

@Rani @Omari [ deep apologies for not getting to this sooner! ]