| Lightningstorm |
28 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat
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They were nowhere to be found. The warriors she had sent out, in any case. Brightpetal and Frostpite? Poof. Gone with the breeze. The apprentice, on the other paw, was there. She had seen her conversing with cats from a separate patrol. And what did she do now as she waited for any semblance of a report or an explanation as to what was going on?
She was sitting on her arse is what she was doing. Attempting nothing to help the admittedly tricky situation she was currently in. Lightningstorm was understanding when it came to apprentices. If the warriors they were partnered with ended up being disappointments, well... things got more difficult for the apprentice in question. But there were ways to resolve the situation. Going around and asking a warrior for help. Coming to her and asking her if there was something they could do in leu of a patrol they would be incapable of finishing. Unfortunately, Heatherpaw seemed to be incapable of doing either of these things, content with whatever mediocrity she had been taught or naturally born with.
The longer she waited, the longer the calico was convinced of one thing. Evidently, either her mentor was a
shining beacon of
exemplary behavior for her to follow... or she was a lazy brat. Neither something the medicine cat found herself empathizing with at the moment. There were hurt cats... and she needed herbs. Cats who couldn't be arsed to even try and talk to her if they were faced with obstacles or who lacked any motivation to see beyond their needs and comfort were meaningless to her. If Heatherpaw decided that chores for the sake of the clan were not suitable for her, then perhaps it was time to place her in a position more apt for her standards.
"Heatherpaw!" Lightningstorm yowled as she climbed over the top of the Galewood's roots, impossible to miss as she called out to the paw with a clearly pissed off expression.
"I understand not being able to complete a patrol if the warriors that you are assigned with are piss poor examples of what being a bloody warrior means, but that is no excuse to not look for others to help you or... for star's sake! Come to me to let me know what's up! Clearly, you have a lot of growing up to do before you are ready to be a proper 'pprentice. Because of that, for the next half moon you will be known as Heatherkit. You will be moving back to the nursery and be a stellar, helpful, mature kit there. If I see you trainin', sneaking out of camp, or being a general arse to your new, temporary denmates, you'll be stuck in there for the next six moons. Have I made myself clear?"
The herbalist was furious, a storm brewing in her eyes as she swished her tail, dismissing the kit before she could get a word in. The time for talking was over, and she had patients to tend to. And new patrols to consider. With ears flat against her head, she stalked back to her underground den, not in the mood to hear plights of excuses. Not anymore, in any case.
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Craneflight [Heatherkit]
| Until June 4th 11:59 PM AST, Heatherpaw has been demoted to Heatherkit and is expected to post at least three times as Heatherkit being a good role model to other kits either by helping them out, or cleaning out nursery nests, or just all around being a good little nursery gremlin. 
As a side note, Lightningstorm's feelings are not my own! I understand the patrol had issues, but in character Lightningstorm is named storm for a reason. 
Once her punishment date is up, please feel free to contact either Lightningstorm or Twilightstar in character to get her demotion lifted! |
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