ShadowClan Medicine Cat's Den

[alec]

ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan medicine cat app | purrks ]
[ #rookMCA24 ]

cool tinted grey eyes blinked open hesitantly, with the sun still shining bright it was quite the difference going from looking at the insides of his lids, all red with bursts of light shining through from the bright surroundings. sun reflecting off the small stream cutting shadowclan camp in half and the pale flat stone he had placed the poppies on. by now, the sun had made its way towards the top of the treeline surrounding the large massive cedar trees and was threatening to dip under to tint the sky reds and yellows before disappearing over the horizon to let the moon take over the silverpelt stretch over the pitch black night sky. stiff from having layn, unmoving, for so long, rookfire stumbled a bit upon standing before pawing at the poppies to determine if they were dry before pushing them off the warm rock and onto the leaf he had used to carry them earlier. following the careful folding of the large leaf to ensure no seeds may fall out and be lost or even worse, picked up by some nosy kit with a death wish, rookfire pushed through the lichen shrouded entrance of the medicine den. making most of the way over to the herb storage semi blind as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. once by the cracks in the wall and the leaf placed on the ground, he sat, perched on his hind legs and unfolded the package of dried poppies. one paw holding down the flower by the nub where its stem had previously sprouted from, the other ghosted over the black center of the plant, carefully dislodging the seeds before lifting up the individual flower to shake them out and onto the leaf. the repeated until all flowerheads were free of seeds and he had a amount of small dark seeds he couldnt even imagine counting. it was..a lot. that was all he could say.

[ 7 poppy flowers -> 70 poppy seeds ]

[gs29513]

@elio
Shrewstep limped into the medicine den behind Foggymask, very pointedly not looking at his challenger. Dethroner? He was certainly no longer an enforcer (mixed feelings, mixed feelings), but he wasn't sure whether Foggymask had been promoted in his stead. Perhaps they were just.....one enforcer lighter. Selfishly, he quite hoped this was the case. That rat of a cat shouldn't be an enforcer any more than he should, of that he was certain. Also he was spiteful and wounded and wanted Foggymask to have done battle with him in vain. Then he could (theoretically at least) claim the moral victory. Who was he kidding. Shrewstep was grasping at straws.

Seeing as Rookfire was occupied with the rat, Shrewstep headed in the direction of Mossfreckle. He didn't recall seeing the senior medicine cat at the challenge, but it didn't really matter whether they were there or not. Everyone knew what had been happening, regardless of attendance. 'ello. he muttered, dipping his head. Mossfreckle wasn't his dear friend Marigoldleap, but there was a degree of respect now enshrined in this position for Shrewstep. I've been a bit banged up as you can see, the biggest problem is my left hind leg. A pretty nasty gash there I think. My chest's also been a bit beaten up, and my ear took a good nip. That seems like it's stopped bleeding though. He turned to face the most grievously injured limb towards Mossfreckle, leaning down to lap at his chest as he did so. He could at least do the medicine cat the favor of cleaning the wound out a bit.