Her heart clenched at the sight of Fawnpaw's tail moving along her face. Her parents would have never done it to her, and, thankfully, she never had the chance to do it with Sproutkit.
Sproutkit. Her son. Who was dead, dead, dead.
She was grateful for Fawnpaw's question, and impressed as well. She'd seen the tension in the air, or rather, felt it, and attempted to diffuse it at once.
"To be honest with you, I never knew Kestrelstar well. I gather that he was a fine leader. Wise, true, kind, and the works. It was his deputy, Sparrowskip, or rather, Skystar as you knew him, that I knew better. Especially since I was an apprentice when Kestrelstar was leader. I knew his medicine cat, your predecessor well, too."
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"Ah- yeah sorta." He glanced around, eyes shining happily before he looked back at her. "I was just, um wondering if you had anything to fix a broken wing?" He looked at her hopefully, tilting his head.
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Nightpaw listened to what fawnpaw had to say, It was heartwarming but some of it wasnt "Im so sorry to hear about your family's disappearance, but I guess starclan plans this or maybe even knows what happens next huh..." she said wiping her tears away "I guess im kind of glad that I wasnt the only one that Is experiencing this" she continued as she finally sighed in relief "T-Thank you fawnpaw.. I should probably find reedwhisker and tell them that im okay " she said as she slowly stood up, she didnt want to leave so soon but she didnt want to cause anymore trouble "I-I guess I will see you around camp then"
The lilac queen bent forward, nuzzling her face into her daughter’s fur, relief pouring over her but she soon pulled back, worry sparkling in her eyes as Heronkit remained disoriented. The grey kit’s nose twitched and she turned her face towards the scent of Doeheart though her ear twitched at the sounds of comforting words. She couldn’t place them but they settled something confusing within her chest. Fawnpaw…mom… it all seemed familiar but off somehow. My mom… For dizzying heartbeats she couldn’t place the scent nor shape of her mother and who that cat was supposed to be, there was something mingling in her distant memories, confusing the scent she smelled beside her as achingly familiar yet not correct.
Heronkit felt her eyes peel open, felt they blinking, but panic seized her when nothing happened. The darkness did not lift with her eyelids, it complete and consuming. She turned her face towards the voice that had mentioned it being over and her being safe. What’s over? Why can’t I see? She felt her breathing grow heavier and she tried to pull herself to her paws but they were shaky and everything seemed to shift beneath her. Her paws scrambled in the moss as she tried desperately to regain her balance.
Doeheart’s heart twisted as her kit flailed. She rose to her paws, laying her weight beside the small kit to steady her but Heronkit toppled away from the queen. Something inside her wanted to be comforted by the familiar presence but another part of her was confused by that feeling, by what the she-cat was supposed to be to Heronkit. She squeaked as her world turned over and she felt the hardness of ground come up to meet her. ”I can’t…I can’t see anything!” she squeaked as she righted herself wobbly, but slowly, even through the darkness, things started to fall into place one by one. Fawnpaw.. Heronkit’s mind flashed with the big tom standing atop the rock and announcing Fawnpaw as their new medicine cat, Medicine cat…How did I get to the Medicine cat? Mom… She remembered her mother had promised to introduce them to the new medicine cat, maybe that’s what was happening, she was meeting Fawnpaw. Mother… So many confusing memories and scents seemed to wash over the young kit, making it a dizzying task to place her mother. She was suddenly grounded by the molly scent that washed over her as pressure met her side and softly guided her back into the nest. Mom. Doeheart’s lithe, long-haired figure slowly formed in her mind and something seemed to settle within her. She took a deep breath, sighing out, ”Fawnpaw…Mama…What…what happened?”
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Slatestripe was relieved that Fawnpaw didn’t seem to be busy. A part of him hoped that he’d be allowed to spend some time staying in the medicine den, but he doubted it. “I ate way more prey last night than I should’ve,” he admitted sheepishly. “I’ve had a bad stomach ache pretty much all night. I’m hoping you’ve got something to help me out.”
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Too much prey? That didn't sound fun at all. But Fawnpaw... she didn't know any herbs to remedy that. Maybe one of the plants needed to be chewed and the poultice swallowed? No, that just seemed like it would upset the warriors stomach even further. The familiar numb tingle started at the base of her paws but the young medicine cat pushed it away. "Maybe... have you tried drinking some water?" Water was good, and refreshing. Maybe it would help? Getting to her paws she glided over to the back of the den to retrieve some moss and soak it in the trickling stream before returning to set it down before the warrior. "...I'm sorry, Mr. Slatestripe. If there is a herb that treats bellyaches... I don't know it yet." Fire burned her throat in the admission of her lack of knowledge as shame shifted underneath her pelt like crawling ants. "I would suggest to try resting? Perhaps the less movement you do, the faster your stomach will start to feel better?"
[ Fawnpaw has no experience yet in how to handle upset stomachs, as her knowledge is little to non-existent at the moment, so I'm not sure how much relief Slatestripe will be able to get ]
Her heart clenched at the sight of Fawnpaw's tail moving along her face. Her parents would have never done it to her, and, thankfully, she never had the chance to do it with Sproutkit.
Sproutkit. Her son. Who was dead, dead, dead.
She was grateful for Fawnpaw's question, and impressed as well. She'd seen the tension in the air, or rather, felt it, and attempted to diffuse it at once.
"To be honest with you, I never knew Kestrelstar well. I gather that he was a fine leader. Wise, true, kind, and the works. It was his deputy, Sparrowskip, or rather, Skystar as you knew him, that I knew better. Especially since I was an apprentice when Kestrelstar was leader. I knew his medicine cat, your predecessor well, too."
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Lifting her tail now to rest on the back of Lilycreek as a sign of comfort, Fawnpaw listened intently as she went on to describe the leader. She was glad to hear that he had been a kind and good leader. Perhaps she would ask around for more stories about who he had been from others that had been alive during that time. Oh, Skystar had been known as Sparrowskip? So had he gotten a name change as well, like her brother had?
And - what was this? She knew Snakeheart? Ever since the leaders ceremony and having the image she'd have of the former medicine cat shattered, Fawnpaw had been yearning to latch onto any good piece left of the tom. Maybe there was a chance her and Lilycreek could help each other. "What was he like, Mr. Snakeheart? I only talked to him once or twice... I'd like to think if he was still around he would've done all he could to help out." That she had firm belief in. No matter his past or actions, Fawnpaw still truly wanted to see the best in him, the little light that surely still had to be there.
With her asking about Snakeheart too, maybe it would continue to divert attention away from Sproutkit's passing so that Lilycreek could allow the time for the poppy seed to start working. Regardless, the young medicine cat was resolved to be here for as long as she was needed.
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"Ah- yeah sorta." He glanced around, eyes shining happily before he looked back at her. "I was just, um wondering if you had anything to fix a broken wing?" He looked at her hopefully, tilting his head.
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As she watched Ferretkit glance around, a small smile formed upon her maw. It was the same way she had first regarded the den, the morning after her trip home from the Starcave. Eyes wide with wonder, still reeling from the magic she had felt when weaving among the stars. It seemed to never have left her, even now. The serene feeling was still there in moments like these when things were quiet.
A wing? Well, as far as Fawnpaw knew cats didn't have wings, so she was a little confused by his request. It must be... maybe a bird? Or a butterfly? Nonetheless she turned back to her herb storage and carefully picked out a piece of cobweb for the young kit. "Here you go, this should help mend a wing back together - you'll want to wrap it around where it's broken. When you hold it on your paw, make sure it doesn't touch the ground, otherwise you'll end up losing it. May I ask what is it you're healing?" She held her paw out for the young kit to take it from her, blue eyes shimmering bright.
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Nightpaw listened to what fawnpaw had to say, It was heartwarming but some of it wasnt "Im so sorry to hear about your family's disappearance, but I guess starclan plans this or maybe even knows what happens next huh..." she said wiping her tears away "I guess im kind of glad that I wasnt the only one that Is experiencing this" she continued as she finally sighed in relief T-Thank you fawnpaw" she said
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As Nightpaw apologized about her family situation, Fawnpaw purred lightly. "Sometimes they do, although I do know that StarClan would never give any one of us something we couldn't overcome. So I believe that you'll make it through this, as long as you make sure to surround yourself with those in RiverClan who are there for you." It was what she had done, and it had made all the difference.
Seeing her former denmate smile made her smile. "Of course, Nightpaw. I'm glad you're feeling better." Glancing down at her paw, she added, "Make sure to say off of it as much as you can until the pain goes away. You can come back in... perhaps a few days and we can take the cobwebs off to see how it's doing?" That would be a good amount of time for it to be as healed as it could be, right? "But you're free to go, if you'd like. Try not to get anymore cuts on your paws."
[ Done! Have her come back in about a few days - a week real time so that the bandage can be removed! ]
The lilac queen bent forward, nuzzling her face into her daughter’s fur, relief pouring over her but she soon pulled back, worry sparkling in her eyes as Heronkit remained disoriented. The grey kit’s nose twitched and she turned her face towards the scent of Doeheart though her ear twitched at the sounds of comforting words. She couldn’t place them but they settled something confusing within her chest. Fawnpaw…mom… it all seemed familiar but off somehow. My mom… For dizzying heartbeats she couldn’t place the scent nor shape of her mother and who that cat was supposed to be, there was something mingling in her distant memories, confusing the scent she smelled beside her as achingly familiar yet not correct.
Heronkit felt her eyes peel open, felt they blinking, but panic seized her when nothing happened. The darkness did not lift with her eyelids, it complete and consuming. She turned her face towards the voice that had mentioned it being over and her being safe. What’s over? Why can’t I see? She felt her breathing grow heavier and she tried to pull herself to her paws but they were shaky and everything seemed to shift beneath her. Her paws scrambled in the moss as she tried desperately to regain her balance.
Doeheart’s heart twisted as her kit flailed. She rose to her paws, laying her weight beside the small kit to steady her but Heronkit toppled away from the queen. Something inside her wanted to be comforted by the familiar presence but another part of her was confused by that feeling, by what the she-cat was supposed to be to Heronkit. She squeaked as her world turned over and she felt the hardness of ground come up to meet her. ”I can’t…I can’t see anything!” she squeaked as she righted herself wobbly, but slowly, even through the darkness, things started to fall into place one by one. Fawnpaw.. Heronkit’s mind flashed with the big tom standing atop the rock and announcing Fawnpaw as their new medicine cat, Medicine cat…How did I get to the Medicine cat? Mom… She remembered her mother had promised to introduce them to the new medicine cat, maybe that’s what was happening, she was meeting Fawnpaw. Mother… So many confusing memories and scents seemed to wash over the young kit, making it a dizzying task to place her mother. She was suddenly grounded by the molly scent that washed over her as pressure met her side and softly guided her back into the nest. Mom. Doeheart’s lithe, long-haired figure slowly formed in her mind and something seemed to settle within her. She took a deep breath, sighing out, ”Fawnpaw…Mama…What…what happened?”
Fawnpaw
It was fleeting - it always was, wasn't it? The relief that had settled in now vanishing like mist in the sunlight. Terror once again gripped her heart as Heronkit, with her eyes fully open, spoke of not being able to see. She started to shake as she stood up and Fawnpaw pulled back a little to allow the kit some room to regain her balance. Oh stars. Was this... was she going to be like Wormbite? Not able to see?? But she was just a kit. She had a whole life left to live. She watched as the kit toppled over, unable to move or reach a paw out to catch her or anything as her whole being remained rooted to the ground. What was happening??
Finally, the young kit seemed to be grounded by Doeheart shifting into a lying position. But she was asking what happened, and in Fawnpaw's mind there was no explanation ready. Her mouth felt dry as she looked up to Doeheart, and for a brief moment there was fear in her blue gaze, fear that made her appear more like the freshly made apprentice she actually was versus a seasoned medicine cat that it seemed her Clan expected her to be. What was she going to tell her? She didn't know anything about blindness or how to cure it - was Heronkit going to be blind the rest of her life because Fawnpaw was too inadequate at her job? A familiar self-hatred bubbled in her gut and she had to close her eyes briefly to quell it.
Opening them after a moment she redirected her gaze to Heronkit and did her best to place a shaky smile onto her face. "You... You just had a small accident. But it's alright. Everything is going to be just fine. Can you... What do you smell?" Fawnpaw wanted to make sure that her other senses were working, if only to avoid the sight question for now.
Slatestripe glanced down at the soaked moss ball in front of him. Initially, he felt a little annoyed that Fawnpaw didn’t know of any herbs to treat his problem. Surely there must be something. He stifled his feelings, though, reminding himself that she was doing her best.
“I think my stomach will explode if I put anything more into it,” he told her softly. “Can I have some poppy seeds to sleep? Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning.” He hoped he was right. He wouldn’t know what to do if he didn’t.
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She gave a sad smile. "He was a good medicine cat. Smart, capable, and passionate with what he was doing. His apprentice, Reedpaw and another she-cat who worked with him, Morninglily, turned out fine under his guidance. She helped me after the Firefly Cove battle." She paused, frowning. "However, I can't remember a time when Snakeheart wasn't a grouch. You didn't hear this from me, but I'd always assumed he was born that way. It wasn't until after the Firefly Cove incident that I began to notice he had a sort of tension and depressing air around him."
She didn't think Snakeheart was bad. After all, when you worked in the medicine den, you wouldn't be able to get away scot-free. There were always bound to be hurts, injuries, and agony from the cats to be treated, and not all of them would be able to survive.
She peered at the gentle apprentice before her, who had been so kind and sweet with her. She felt sorry for Fawnpaw, because once she accepted her role, she would never, ever, be able to turn back.
He gingerly took the cobweb, making sure to keep it above the dirt like she said. "A butterfly." He mewed, gazing at the cobweb. It was soft and sticky. "I kinda smacked it out of the air to hard... so i should help it." Ferretkit glanced around once more around the den. He thought Fawnpaw was /lucky/ to have herb scents around her all day.
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The small grey and white kit swallowed roughly, trying to stiff down her mounting fears as her memories and realizations slowly filtered back to her mind. The mindless panic of confusion was retreating but it was being replaced with the deep worrying fear that she was blind, she hadn’t always been blind, she hadn’t been blind in her most recent memories. Was she going to be stuck like this? In some ways the fear of loss was deeper and stronger than the panic of unfamiliarity. She swallowed again and took in a deep breath, trying to focus on Fawnpaw’s words. An accident? Why couldn’t she remember anything beyond being in the nursery like any other morning? She shook her head. ”I…yeah…I smell…I smell you and Doeheart and…it’s kinda smelly in here…””In?” Heronkit’s heart skipped a half-beat as her mind made her doubt everything she thought she knew. How did she know she was in? Could the blindness be tricking her mind? But no, if she were outside there’s surely be a breeze or something. If she was with Fawnpaw, and the scents were the warm milky familiarity of the nursery so she figured she must be in the medicine den. Her whirling mind suddenly stopped icily and she felt hot tears stinging at her eyes though she refused to let any fall, as once again she was thrown back into the fear of going through this doubt and guessing for the rest of her life.
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Slatestripe glanced down at the soaked moss ball in front of him. Initially, he felt a little annoyed that Fawnpaw didn’t know of any herbs to treat his problem. Surely there must be something. He stifled his feelings, though, reminding himself that she was doing her best.
“I think my stomach will explode if I put anything more into it,” he told her softly. “Can I have some poppy seeds to sleep? Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning.” He hoped he was right. He wouldn’t know what to do if he didn’t.
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Hnnh. An anxious flutter unfolded in the pit of her stomach. Even though there had been no outward expression, Fawnpaw knew well enough by now that she was expected to know more. Even the cats who told her she was doing a good job... were just saying it because of her age, probably. She was still a fresh apprentice, at around nine moons old. But she didn't want to be coddled - and she also didn't want to be chastised for not knowing more. It was... difficult, to say the least.
"Of course! I'll give you two - they should help getting you into a restful sleep and hopefully will help your stomach overnight." Of course, as she went to retrieve the seeds, Fawnpaw knew quite well she had no idea if that were true or not. But hopefully it would be better than it was right now. Placing the seeds down in front of Slatestripe, she gave the warrior a soft, apologetic smile. "Do you think there is anything else you might need, Mr. Slatestripe?"
She gave a sad smile. "He was a good medicine cat. Smart, capable, and passionate with what he was doing. His apprentice, Reedpaw and another she-cat who worked with him, Morninglily, turned out fine under his guidance. She helped me after the Firefly Cove battle." She paused, frowning. "However, I can't remember a time when Snakeheart wasn't a grouch. You didn't hear this from me, but I'd always assumed he was born that way. It wasn't until after the Firefly Cove incident that I began to notice he had a sort of tension and depressing air around him."
She didn't think Snakeheart was bad. After all, when you worked in the medicine den, you wouldn't be able to get away scot-free. There were always bound to be hurts, injuries, and agony from the cats to be treated, and not all of them would be able to survive.
She peered at the gentle apprentice before her, who had been so kind and sweet with her. She felt sorry for Fawnpaw, because once she accepted her role, she would never, ever, be able to turn back.
Fawnpaw
Smart. Capable. Passionate. A light smile creased her maw as Fawnpaw listened to Lilycreek recount her impression of Snakeheart. She chuckled a little at him always having been a grouch. Some cats were just like that, but deep down the brown dappled she-cat knew that the tom had a good heart. He cared for his Clanmates - that much was obvious - and it made her feel a little more relieved. The Starcave experience had given her quite a shake, but now it felt like her paws were on solid ground once more. Sure, he hadn't been perfect. But was any cat?
Oh, Reedpaw! The young she-cat blinked, wondering if she should reveal to Lilycreek that she had ran into the former medicine cat apprentice while out in the territory a pawful of days ago. But she felt as though it was not her path to tread on - after all, she hadn't even told Pikestar or Slatewhisker about it yet. "I don't believe I've heard of the name Morninglily. Was that another one of Snakeheart's apprentices?" she inquired, trying to wrack her brain for any bells. Nothing started to ring, so perhaps it was a cat that had been in RiverClan before her time.
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He gingerly took the cobweb, making sure to keep it above the dirt like she said. "A butterfly." He mewed, gazing at the cobweb. It was soft and sticky. "I kinda smacked it out of the air to hard... so i should help it." Ferretkit glanced around once more around the den. He thought Fawnpaw was /lucky/ to have herb scents around her all day.
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Another smile brightened her face as the reasoning became apparent. "Well, that butterfly is sure lucky to have you looking out for it," Fawnpaw purred in delight. It wasn't often that a kit stopped to consider healing - she certainly hadn't. Hopefully as the young tom grew into a warrior of the Clan he would retain some of that softness. "Let me know if there is anything else you need, alright Ferretkit?" She gave him a quick touch of her nose to his head before giving him a farewell wave of her tail.
The small grey and white kit swallowed roughly, trying to stiff down her mounting fears as her memories and realizations slowly filtered back to her mind. The mindless panic of confusion was retreating but it was being replaced with the deep worrying fear that she was blind, she hadn’t always been blind, she hadn’t been blind in her most recent memories. Was she going to be stuck like this? In some ways the fear of loss was deeper and stronger than the panic of unfamiliarity. She swallowed again and took in a deep breath, trying to focus on Fawnpaw’s words. An accident? Why couldn’t she remember anything beyond being in the nursery like any other morning? She shook her head. ”I…yeah…I smell…I smell you and Doeheart and…it’s kinda smelly in here…””In?” Heronkit’s heart skipped a half-beat as her mind made her doubt everything she thought she knew. How did she know she was in? Could the blindness be tricking her mind? But no, if she were outside there’s surely be a breeze or something. If she was with Fawnpaw, and the scents were the warm milky familiarity of the nursery so she figured she must be in the medicine den. Her whirling mind suddenly stopped icily and she felt hot tears stinging at her eyes though she refused to let any fall, as once again she was thrown back into the fear of going through this doubt and guessing for the rest of her life.
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Just a small trickle of relief. That was all that life allowed her to feel before sending her hope plummeting. Heronkit could smell, which was good, but the tears that rimmed her eyes made Fawnpaw's heart sink. Allowing a purr to rumble her throat she slowly and gingerly touched her nose to Heronkit's head. "I am going to figure out why you can't see, okay? I just know there has got to be something out there. But in the meantime, I need you to be very brave for me, okay? Can you do that? I know you can, you have already been so brave."
A soft smile at Heronkit as she pulled away before her gaze lifted to Doeheart. "I am going to fix this. Heronkit will not be blind, Ms. Doeheart. I will see about going to one of the other medicine cats, to see if there is... a herb I do not know yet, or a remedy I have yet to learn. But she will not be blind. I promise." Could see... should she even be making promises like that? It was an awfully big one, especially if she couldn't keep it. But Fawnpaw knew she had to do something about it.
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