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Post by Ferntrail on Mar 5, 2019 13:16:38 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
Ferntrail had finally come to a decision, she was going to talk to Fawnstep. She had been meaning to sit down and have a serious chat with the molly and walking the Windclan kit back to camp was the perfect opportunity. Ferntrail had always felt like the… worse medicine cat of the two. She had no clue of Fawnsteps skills, but she had to know more than Ferntrail. Granted, the past couple of moons Ferntrail had been trying her hardest to learn new herbs and her knowledge was definitely quite vast now but she doubted Starclan would ever put two inexperienced cats into the medicine cat position.
Being nervous was definitely something Ferntrail didn’t feel often. Agitated? Definitely. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling nervous, maybe because she was finally meeting someone equal to her? Sure, Owlscreech was leader but medicine cats had a whole different set of responsibilities. Some of those responsibilities no one would be able to relate to but Fawnstep.
She was about to find out if she could actually relate to Fawnstep, anyway. The towering molly dropped the kit off in camp after talking to the Windclan warriors who greeted her with some hesitations before making her way towards the medicine cat den. The small nooks and crannies that Windclan held their camp in was different to the redwood trees Shadowclan used as their camp but she felt like it suited them better. ”Uh-Fawnstep?” Ferntrail called out in a questioning voice as she navigated the grassy ravine. ”It’s me, Ferntrail” The chocolatey-brown molly then poked her head into Fawnstep’s den, her green eyes taking a moment to adjust to the change of lighting. ”I’m the Shadowclan medicine cat-”
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Post by Fawnstep on Mar 25, 2019 18:53:14 GMT -5
"When the gods are having a fight, everybody else better hold on tight." Fawnstep was dozing in her den, laying curled up with her head lifted, half awake and aware of everything going on outside of the rocky crevice where her den lay. The white molly knew, because of this, that the newest Shadowclan medicine cat was in the clearing after fetching a pesky kit from outside camp. From where outside, she did not know and didn't really care unless the kit was significantly hurt. So she lay, until a shadow fell over her form. Ferntrail had approached her and introduced herself for a second time to Fawnstep. Interesting.She thought, before opening her icy blue eyes the slightest bit and licking a paw before drawing it over each ear in turn.
"Hello, Ferntrail, I am Fawnstep, Windclan's medicine cat," she chuckled to herself and flicked her feathery fawn tail in greeting. "What brings you in here?" She asked curiously, not expecting the she cat's visit to bring her so far as the medicine den. "Is there something you need, perhaps?"
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Post by Ferntrail on Apr 14, 2019 14:43:12 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
Ferntrail dipped her broad head in Fawnstep's direction. "It is nice that we finally get to talk, one on one. The conditions while we traveled kept me too occupied to formally introduce myself to you." She gave her a small smile. "I was just wondering if you would like to share what each other has learned so far? We both came into this job with little experience, but I'm sure Starclan has been guiding you like it has been guiding me."
Her sharp teeth then chewed on the corner of her lip in thought. "We also need to discuss the Moon Pool. I have not heard word from Starclan about it, but even if there is not a Moon Pool, there must be something similar. Have you heard any word from them? Whether it be a dream or just a feeling that feels like you are being tugged somewhere?" Ferntrail had been waiting day in and out from word from Starclan about where she could go see them, but she had gotten none. Perhaps Fawnstep had been communicating with them?
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Post by Fawnstep on May 30, 2019 19:47:13 GMT -5
"When the gods are having a fight, everybody else better hold on tight."
Fawnstep blinked and nodded a silent greeting to her fellow medicine cat. What a strange feeling it was to be addressed as such, though she'd had this title for as long as the journey had lasted. And yet, she felt a twinge of worry in her chest. Fawnstep felt like she was faking the whole thing. She knew not a thing about herbs or healing or even Starclan. Not a single word had been spoken to her this entire time from the starry ancestors the clan cats called Starclan.
"Ah yes, i heard you wished to speak with me about such subjects." She replied, keeping composure under the uncertainty that shook her pelt. "I've not been given much knowledge quite yet.. as you may know we were travelling through places without the most readily available resources possible." She chuckled, remembering the dunes of snow than rose over kits' heads with each pawstep.
"Starclan's messages?" She repeated, furrowing her brow. "No, Not a single thing, if I'm going to be honest with you. Silent as ever, they are. Whenever we need them most they seem to be quiet, huh?" She snorted, rolling her eyes and swishing her feathery brown tail.
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Post by Ferntrail on Jul 8, 2019 15:36:33 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
Ferntrail kept her steady gaze on Fawnstep, ears swivled forward in interest as the molly talked. From what Ferntrail could gather, Fawnstep was not in contact with them as much as Ferntrail. Not that Ferntrail was ever really 'in contact' with them, she just had that one encounter with her brothers. She tried to push that out of her head though, and their horrible words. "Starclan can be quite annoying like that, but I do have to get them a bit of credit; they've been helping me learn herbs." Ferntrail started explaining her relationship with Starclan, hoping it would spark a feeling or just anything in Fawnstep. "At first it was hard, a guessing game, but I got these feelings and thoughts that taught me what the herbs were. It was kind of like they were my own, silent mentors"
Ferntrail then looked around the den, her lips pursing together. Maybe Starclan wanted her to help Fawnstep a bit, maybe they didn't have the strength to comminucate to two cats? "If you want, I can help you learn some herbs today? My clan wont miss me for a day or two. Only if you want, of course." Ferntrail offered her help in an off-handed way, worried that Fawnstep might be offended for whatever reason.
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