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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2018 13:43:17 GMT -5
I said hey look ma, I made it.
With a little help from his friend Maplepaw, Owlpaw was able to weave through the crowds of cats that had gathered to chat during their small rest stop. Both apprentices assumed Marigoldpelt, the newly announced medicine cat, would be found closer to the front where the Clan high ranks were to lead the group forward, so that's where they would check first. It didn't take long for the two friends to make it to the front, the Clans had lost so many lives that their numbers were hardly in the double digits anymore.
Owlpaw let out a decently loud mrrow to catch Marigoldpelts attention before clumsily settling himself down into the snow. What he really wanted was to lie down for a bit, but he knew Marigoldpelt was going to prod every inch of him for injuries, so he forced himself to sit upright despite the spinning in his head.
"Morning, Marigoldpelt," Owlpaw meowed to try and sound normal. To sound stable. To sound like he wasn't dying from blood loss. All while preparing himself for the lecturing that was probably coming his way. "I know," Owlpaw said first, raising one tired paw to try and wave away some of Marigoldpelts anger. "It was a stupid idea to fight, you don't have to tell me. All I really want to know now is if you think you can stop me from dying in this shithole." 235 words
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2018 15:09:21 GMT -5
Marigoldpelt 
Marigoldpelt ushered the surrounding cats away to make room for any victims of the clan rivalries. Fittingly came her first patient; the not so patient Owlpaw. She'd watched them fight and bicker, yet words seemed to do nothing but encore their paws.
"Owlpaw! You are such a silly apprentice, it is the middle of the worst season we have ever known and now I waste precious herbs on your silly little fight wounds? You must grow up and learn patience soon, or else you will die from your ignorance and arrogance!" She spoke harshly to him, but her words were not full of hate, just condescending and upset.
She sniffed his over, checking for wounds which were aplenty before grabbing his jaw with a soft paw and staring into his eyes.
"Do not waste your life on kit rivalry and past memories. Live in the now and present, it is all we have now. To look after one another or we will all fall with the other clans."
She quickly turned and scrunched up her nose at her measly pile of herbs she'd carried. Fallenstar had taught her the basic herbs that she had brought with her. She hoped it would be enough.
"First, roll in the snow or lick your wounds quickly. I need them clean, silly," she ordered, voice soft but stern.
The worst was on his flank, she worried about the scarring, but if he was still alive to have scarring, it was better than nothing.
"You must work more on your defense next time. You leave it too open and get too passionate while your opponent makes her moves..." she mumbled, pursing her lips. She was an ex-warrior yes, but she had not particularly enjoyed the battling side. All the more reason to be happier now as medicine cat. Marigold took a pawful of cobwebs and turned to wait for Owlpaw to follow her instructions. At least the snow would clean and perhaps slow the bleeding down... Only time would tell.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2018 17:56:11 GMT -5
I said hey look ma, I made it. Truthfully, Owlpaw thought Marigold would ride him harder than what she was. While he hadn't actually talked to the she-cat very often if at all, he was beginning to think he might have misjudged the she-cats personality too early. Owlpaw knew he still struggled with not assuming the worst when he met strangers, mostly due to his rough city upbringing, and he knew that after this rogue attack he was going to be even more on edge. He had no idea what Windclanners were like! As far as he knew, they were just as bad as the city scum he grew up with.
"I get what you're saying, Marigoldpelt, but do you think I should have done nothing when a damn rogue came up and bit Maplepaw on the leg?" He avoided mentioning that Maplepaw got away with only a minor bite mark. "Isn't this whole Clan life thing supposed to be like, 'we're one big family, we protect each other' or something? I was just defending Shadowclan!" He also didn't mention his... confused feelings for Maplepaw right now.
Owlpaw raised a brow when Marigoldpelt grabbed his jaw, turning his head slightly so he was forced to look into her eyes. He knew she was trying to help, she was trying to give him advice she thought he needed to hear. But... Owlpaw was known for being stubborn. He let out a bit of an aggravated sigh before rolling his eyes. "I don't exactly live in the past, Marigoldpelt. Bluepaw and I weren't even rivals! Not until now, anyway. She just. Crossed a line, alright? I mean, she knows better than to insult my Mommas memory! She was all I had before I came to Shadowclan and I wasn't about to let her talk shit about a cat she never even met." Owlpaw sank his claws into the snow, slowly extending them only to curl his toes inward and building a small mound of snow under his paw pads. He repeated this a few times before shaking his head as if he were trying to shake the anger and tension from his body.
"Whatever you say," Owlpaw responded to Marigoldpelts request before shakily getting to his feet, walking a few paces, and then roughly throwing himself to the ground. He ignored the pain from his wounds as he did this, mentally cursing at himself before beginning to roll through the fresh snow. It was cold, colder than Owlpaw remembered it being, and the blood from his open wounds was beginning to stain the snow under him red. It was nice in a way though, as the snow helped relieve his sore muscles.
After a pawful of rolls, Owlpaw felt much too exhausted to continue this stupid game. He flopped down, laying still for a few seconds to catch his breathe before staggering back onto his paws and clumsily making his way back over to the Shadowclan medicine cat. "I hope that's good enough," Owlpaw panted, half wishing he'd just drop dead already. At least then he wouldn't be so damn exhausted. "I'm not looking forward to seeing Fallenstar again, I don't think the Clan leader will be very happy that his apprentice got his ass kicked by his own half-sister. Again." 541 words |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2018 15:07:05 GMT -5
Marigoldpelt
She shook her head as the tom continued to babble on, a small smile twitching at her maw before she turned back to face him.
"I'm sure Maplepaw would have managed the rogue on her own, us she-cats are more capable than you realise. If she needed help she would have asked. I've seen Maplepaw's wounds and they are nothing in comparison to yours. She could have handled it better, as could you," her voice was soft and chiming, green eyes glowing as she watched the tom carrying on talking. A knowing smile crept onto her face as he played it off as defending the whole clan. It would be interesting to see that play out...
She was frowning again as he rolled his eyes, causing her to bat a paw at his ears.
"Grow up Owlpaw, don't roll your eyes at me. Did your mentor never teach you manners?" she scoffed, turning back to her herbs as she heard him scuffle in the snow. At last, he listened to something.
"It's a part of growing up; moving on from the past and not being so... soft. Don't let your anger get the best of you. It will ruin you."
Marigold turned back to him with a wad of cobwebs and slapped them on his flank with little gentleness. She didn't particularly like cats who were rude to her, apprentices or not. She'd make it known he'd upset her someway or another.
"Shush your worrying, you will get what comes to you, whether you know what it is or not," she mumbled, taking more cobwebs to his flank before working around the bleeding parts until a thin layer of soggy cobwebs stuck to him.
"Don't get into any more fights now, not unless you have a secret stash of cobwebs and marigold that you haven't told me about. Now, anywhere else hurting? Other than your ego."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 11:11:08 GMT -5
I said hey look ma, I made it. Owlpaw ducked his head when Marigoldpelt lashed out with a paw, something that wouldn't usually hurt him if it weren't for the chunk of flesh missing from his right ear. He grumbled about Marigoldpelts bad attitude to himself, the words whispered just under his breath so only he could hear them. He didn't feel like he was being rude. This was nothing compared to how he treated some other cats.
Owlpaw quickly found himself biting his tongue so he didn't outright hiss and swear at Marigoldpelt when she roughly slapped cobwebs onto his ribcage. Holy fuck did that hurt. "Okay okay, I'm sorry," Owlpaw grunted once he loosened his tongue. "Could you just not do that again?" Weren't medicine cats supposed to ease his pain, not cause more of it?
"You don't need to tell me how strong she-cats are, Marigoldpelt. My ass has been kicked by the same girl twice." Owlpaw meowed as he absentmindedly stared ahead of him while Marigoldpelt worked tirelessly to patch him up. Something was really bothering him though, and Owlpaw turned his signature 'confused' face to Marigoldpelt. "Maplepaw just seemed so... unaware of what was happening around her. Like she shut down or something. She didn't even know I had gotten hurt until everything was done and over! Why would she do that? It's so dangerous!" While he had never seen Maplepaw during a fight, she was usually very aware of her surroundings, at least during hunts. To see her completely zone out like that had actually scared him, she couldn't do that in a fight if she wanted to live to see another day! As far as Owlpaw himself went, though, he was well aware that he had a temper and one that often got the best of him no less. This time felt different to him though like he wasn't just yelling obscenities because his mouth was running faster than his brain could handle. He had just wanted to defend the she-cats that he loved. And he did... to the best of his ability. He would wear his new wounds with pride.
Owlpaw made a disgusted face at the feeling of the cobwebs sticking to his fur. Surprisingly, this was his first trip to see a medicine cat despite being a part of Shadowclan for quite some time now. He had been lucky that his past fights had only left him with minor injuries. "I think those dam-" Owlpaw coughed. "Those claw marks hurt the worst," He responded as he looked down at his now bandaged side. "Though Bluepaw nailed me right across my nose, are you going to have to put that sticky sh- stuff on my face too?" Wiggling his nose in distaste, Owlpaw turned his attention back to Marigoldpelt. He couldn't see his face or the faint stains that ran down his cheeks and chest from where his own blood had been spilled. "I think the other ones are okay, a couple scratches, a few bites, and my second torn ear." Owlpaw shrugged, obviously feeling a little better now that his blood was staying inside his body. "I think my ears fine though, I can still hear." 528 words |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 11:22:02 GMT -5
Marigoldpelt
Marigold snorted softly as the apprentice winced at her application of cobwebs. Serves him right. She shook her head with a smile, padding backwards and forwards with fresh cobwebs until he was doused in them. She listened absentmindedly as he spoke, only tuning back in when he spoke about Maplepaw again. It was cute how much he cared, but her own experience with toms was not as cute. She let out a sigh before turning to face him again.
"Sometimes fear works in different ways. Sometimes it gives you the energy to fight beyond your skills, other times it strikes you cold. It's a dangerous game to play, but one we all must partake in," she spoke softly and quietly, eyes darting about with suspicion before she took his jaw in her paw, more gently this time. She didn't answer his question, just patted cobwebs on. This lot would sting, partly soaked in marigold juice for infection. It was the most likely to scar, which she was sure the tom wouldn't mind that much. But also the most likely to come off. At least the brief sting would do some good before it came off.
"Don't be getting in any more fights, you understand? Life is too precious and you must live another day if you are to protect your...Clan," her maw twitched in a smile at her last word. It was nice to see a tom care so much for another, at such a young age it was hope in the cold storm. So long as nobody became expecting on the journey. She would not thank them for that.
"Next time, pick one or the other. Voice or claws, both cause too much damage when together that I can afford. Shut your emotion off if you pick words, they are the strikes that hurt the most."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 13:52:02 GMT -5
I said hey look ma, I made it. Owlpaw had been hoping that speaking with Marigoldpelt would alleviate some of his worries, similarly to when he spoke to Fallenstar or even Bluepaw before they had their current spat. Instead, Marigoldpelt seemed to suggest that Maplepaw could freeze up at any time, which meant he'd have to worry about her even more than before! This medicine cat just did not know how to tell Owlpaw what he wanted to hear.
The Shadowclan apprentice wasn't fond of the way Marigoldpelt kept grabbing at his face, but he knew she was genuinely trying to help him this time, so he allowed it. Of course, when the previously mentioned she-cat immediately put some sort of new cobweb concoction on his face that made it feel like his muzzle lit on fire, Owlpaws first reaction was to jerk his head away from her paws and shake his head. He caught himself before he reached up a paw to scrape the marigold soaked cobweb free from his face and instead tilted his muzzle briefly towards the sky, his eyes shut as he waited for the few long heartbeats it took for the stinging to dissipate.
Owlpaw decided he hated visiting the medicine cat.
Returning to his previous position and allowing Marigoldpelt to finish up with his face, Owlpaw gave a grunt of acceptance at the she-cats orders. "Don't worry, I don't think I'll be given the chance to act out again anytime soon. Fallenstar and Maplepaw will make sure of that, I'm sure." Owlpaw lets a defeated sigh fall from his lips as he rolled the tension out of his shoulders. He watched Marigoldpelt for a moment, catching the small smirk on her face and narrowing his eyes slightly. "Hmm," Owlpaw mused to himself before ultimately dropping the topic. "Anyway, thanks for making sure I don't drop dead out here. Are we done yet?" Truthfully, his paws were beginning to itch from his restlessness. He wanted to get back to Maplepaw as soon as possible.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 14:38:55 GMT -5
Marigoldpelt
Marigold bit back a howl of laughter as Owlpaw flailed about after the stinging, rolling her eyes instead.
"How do you expect to defend Maplepaw if a little stinging makes you cry?" She spoke softly, maybe not loud enough for him to hear.
"Don't you dare take that cobweb off, at least not for a day or two. Besides, I can't risk it getting infected, I've little marigold or time to be spending it on fighters," she barked at him, eyes blazing with annoyance before resting back when he resisted taking it off. That was close.
Marigoldpelt smirked again as he mentioned the leader and his...female friend. Oh how she wished she had an apprentice already; if only for the gossip! She waved her paw to steady him, doing a quick but thorough sniff across all his injuries before sitting back in front of him.
"Fine, you can go. But no more squabbles. Look after yourself as well as your girl," she told him, twitching her ears with amusement.
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