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Post by K a r m a on Nov 11, 2007 22:40:15 GMT -5
Mothstar snapped up her head in surprise, "What, you Windmist? I don't know, you're a medicine cat..." Mothstar decided to think this over. She bent back down to continue licking the kit. She could feel it begin to warm up, its tiny heart emitted a soft steady beat. Maybe they could make it work out. The kit seemed old enough not to need any milk, so it didn't necessarily need a queen to take care of it. Windmist would do very well. And besides, SpringClan was blessed not to have any illnesses right now. All of the cats were strong and healthy, leaving the medicine cat with nothing to do. Surely the kit would keep her busy. After much thought, Mothstar gave in. "Alright." She concluded. "You may take care of the kit. But if she becomes too much of a distraction, I'm going to give her to one of the queens instead, okay?"
Faithpaw rolled over onto her side and pressed herself against Windmist's warm flank, letting out soft purr. Looking across the camp, she spotted Hazelpaw and quickly sat up again, giving her coat a quick washing before laying back down beside her mentor. I don't care. She told herself again and again. I don't care. Let him see me with my fur in a mess. I really couldn't care less. Regardless of these thoughts, she resumed grooming, daintily pulling a delicate silver paw over her left ear to flatten down the messy fur.
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Post by .:Drenchy:. on Nov 12, 2007 9:08:59 GMT -5
((i'm following your italic and bold thing 'cause it seems hard to tell the difference since i'm using the same cat...))
Windmist's face brightened. "Thank you so much, Mothstar!" She looked to the small kit, her white fur as pure as the snow outside. The small kit wrapped her tail around her legs and curled up more. When the kit opened her eyes, they were pink, like the roses that grew. Windmist gasped quietly. She was so beautiful! Never in her life had she even heard of a kit like this! Maybe that's why she was abandoned. "Would you like me to take her now?" She asked, bending down over the small kit. "Wait, she needs a name!"
Windmist looked to Faithpaw, purring herself. When Faithpaw sat up began grooming, Windmist immediately looked outside. Hazelpaw... She cocked her head, confused by this little love triangle. Mistheart's head rose as she followed Windmist's gaze. Hazelpaw... What is he doing now? Hopefully what he should be... She turned back around and dropped her head again.
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Post by K a r m a on Nov 13, 2007 22:58:15 GMT -5
Faithpaw noticed Windmist and Mistheart glancing back at Hazelpaw and blushed. She quickly lowered her head, embarrassed that they could see right through her feelings for him. Feelings that she still obviously had, though she tried her absolute hardest to hide them. Still, she couldn't help but to look back on him from time to time as he cleaned out the elders' bedding, replacing it with new, clean moss. Whenever he passed by the medicine cat's den with a bundle of fresh moss in his jaws, she would toss her head back, showing off her gleaming silver fur, as if she actually had a chance.
Mothstar nodded in agreement. "Sure," She meowed brightly, "Take her to your den immediately, maybe warm her up." The Clan leader couldn't help but to smile warmly. She was not a very emotional cat, but already she could tell that Windmist and this tiny kit would have a special bond that not many cats would get the chance to experience. "A name..." She mewed thoughtfully, "You'll think of something just perfect. I know you will." Already she was beginning to see the brilliance of her own plan. This kit would be perfect for Windmist, she could tell that Windmist loved it with all her heart. She would keep the medicine cat busy over the next few moons.
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Post by .:Drenchy:. on Nov 14, 2007 20:06:22 GMT -5
Mistheart looked to Faithpaw, smiled and shook her head, and lay her head back on her paws. Windmist rolled her eyes and continued the tale...
Windmist's face brightened more at Mothstar's words. "Thank you so much, Mothstar! You won't regret it! She'll become a great warrior!" She said as she snatched up the kit and walked gingerly back to her den. She padded into the den, lying half-way on the moss, laying the kit on the other half. She curled herself around the small body, trying to warm it. She licked her with soft licks. A name? Windmist got to come up with the name! She needed some time to think, but her coat reminded her of the mist she sees quite often. "Snow" just seemed ironic in this case. Mist-what? The small kit opened her eyes again, revealing the deep pink eyes. The kit yawned as it curled up into a ball itself and began to fall asleep, a small purring emitted from its tiny throat. Heart! Just like her eyes, a pink heart! Mistheart! The name had come to her. Of course, she was already giving it a warrior name! She wasn't even 5 moons yet! "Mothstar!" She called to the great leader."I've come up with a name!"
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Post by K a r m a on Nov 14, 2007 21:43:47 GMT -5
Faithpaw's heart fell as Hazelpaw disappeared into the elders' den. He hadn't even noticed her! Ohh well, She thought to herself, turning back to Windmist and Mistheart to hear the rest of the tale. There's no use in drowning in your own sorrows. You'll get over him, it'll just take some time... Faithpaw turned her full attention to the story now, pressing closer to her mentor's warm side. "Keep going..." She urged.
Mothstar joined Windmist in the medicine cat's den, seating herself beside a small pile of catnip and breathing in the herb's sweet scent. "Did you now?" She purred, "Alright then, lets hear it!" She was glad that Windmist was already beginning to grow fond of the young kit. The Clan leader had a few names for the little she-kit herself, but realized that the name would have no special meaning unless Windmist had chosen it herself.
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Post by .:Drenchy:. on Nov 16, 2007 21:29:44 GMT -5
Windmist beamed, her tail swishing in anticipation. "Ready? Mist... paw!" She beamed, pausing to remember that she had only chosen the apprentice name. "So, Mistkit right now. And truthfully, I already have her warrior name decided as well." Her soft breaths kit the kit to keep her warm. She could feel the kit's skin regaining warmth. She had stopped licking it after she felt how warm the kit had become.
Windmist purred, looking to her apprentice. Mistheart finally got up and padded over to the other side of Windmist. Windmist was now as warm as she could be! She enjoyed the warmth of the two she cared most for.
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Post by K a r m a on Nov 16, 2007 22:43:52 GMT -5
Faithpaw smiled warmly at the other she-cats. Maybe this was what life was all about, being with the ones you loved most, not chasing after those who don't love you. She closed her eyes to preserve the moment, she knew that she would remember this day for many seasons to come. Whenever she found herself feeling down, Faithpaw would remember back on this moment, and cherish the time when she was truly at peace with herself and for once, just really... happy.
Mothstar smiled at her medicine cat and purred with satisfaction. "Windmist, that's perfect!" She exclaimed, "It matches yours too, that's clever! What's her warrior name, then? Are you going to train her in the ways of a medicine cat? I think that would be a good idea, you do need an apprentice after all..." [/b]Mothstar gazed down at the little kit, and wondered exactly how she had come to be abandoned like this. Who would abandon their own kit?[/i] Ohh well, that doesn't matter now that Windmist is going to take care of her. She's in good hands.
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Post by .:Drenchy:. on Nov 17, 2007 21:50:32 GMT -5
Windmist smiled, pausing in her story again to see Mistheart's eyes closed as well. Mistheart opened them when Windmist stopped. Windmist continued speaking, her words soothing Mistheart.
Windmist purred back, Mothstar complimenting her. "I was considering 'Mistheart'! What do you think?" She considered Mothstar's other question. "Oh, well... no, I hadn't actually... I think she'd make a strong warrior when she grows up." She smiled at the way the little kit was trying to move. She looked as if she was fighting prey. Windmist could tell if she was dreaming or not. She felt her heart swell at the sight of the small kit.
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Post by K a r m a on Nov 18, 2007 0:33:13 GMT -5
Faithpaw smiled sleepily and let her body go limp, leaning a little into her mentor's soft for warmth. Her feelings were all over the place today, and all of these mood swings were really starting to get out of hand. Still, there was really nothing Faithpaw could do about it but to keep taking what is thrown at her, and live her life to the fullest.
Mothstar thought the name over again and looked down at the little kit. Mistheart. She couldn't quite imagine the kit growing up and taking on a warrior name, it just seemed too far into the future. Still, the name Windmist had chosen out for Mistkit seemed to fit her perfectly. Mothstar couldn't wait to hold the Mistkit's warrior ceremony. "I think its perfect!" The Clan leader purred, bending down to lick the kit on the forehead. "And that's alright if you don't want her to be a medicine cat. I was just wondering. I think you're right though, she sure looks like a fighter. Strong and brave. Besides, you're still young. You will serve the Clan for many seasons to come, you will find an apprentice when the time is right."
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Post by .:Drenchy:. on Nov 20, 2007 18:26:22 GMT -5
Windmist nodded, purring at her leader as she licked the kit's forehead. "Thank you, Mothstar." She smiled. The small kit yawned, curled up a bit more, and began to fall asleep. Her small pink eyes opened one last time before she closed them and fell asleep. Windmist only purred louder. Wow... and to think, in just a few moons, she'll be an apprentice! Hey... "Mothstar, would you be Mistkit's mentor when her time comes?" A loud purring came deep from Windmist's throat as she listened in anticipation.
Windmist purred softly as Faithpaw's warm body touched her own. Mistheart's eyes were closed, her tail wrapped around Windmist, the tip touching Faithpaw. Her white fur blended with Windmist's blue-with-white-flecks pelt. Windmist looked between the two cats she was proud of and continued the story.
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Post by K a r m a on Nov 20, 2007 23:24:37 GMT -5
Faithpaw looked out into the forest and noticed that snow was beginning to fall down on the SpringClan camp. Was Leaf-bare really here already, or was it just a light snow in the middle of Leaf-fall? The tiny flakes swirled around in the air, as light as the wind itself. But it wasn't cold. The snow was like a refreshing mist upon Faithpaw's fur on a hot day. In a matter of seconds, the slender grey she-cat was sprinkled in a light coating of frost. Her whiskers twitching in delight and excitement, Faithpaw couldn't help but to let out a little giggle. She left the other for just a short moment to dance around in the den, her paws leaving prints on the ground below. Once she had had enough, the apprentice bounded over to join the older she-cats and plopped back down, huddling in close. StarClan had chosen the perfect time to send down the snow. It put a magical effect on the story. Blinking her eyes happily, Faithpaw coughed at her childish behavior and nodded for Windmist to continue.
Mothstar was surprised, but of course honored that Windmist had chosen her to mentor the Mistkit. "Ohh Windmist, I'd love to!" She exclaimed excitedly. "Thank you for even considering me! I promise I'll do my best to train her into a loyal warrior." She gazed down at the little she-kit with a new light in her pale blue eyes. This was her new apprentice, the anticipation rippled from Mothstar's ears to her tail tip. "But for now," She went on, "You must concentrate on nursing her back to health. If she can talk, ask her where she came from once she wakes up. I won't make you take her back, I'd just like to know." The Clan leader couldn't help but to wonder, even after all the reasons she had to welcome Mistkit to the Clan, after being asked to mentor her, where had the young kit come from? Had she just turned up here, with no hint as to her mysterious past?
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Post by .:Drenchy:. on Nov 22, 2007 19:16:14 GMT -5
Windmist smiled at Faithpaw, feeling the same excitement inside. She just refused to move from her warm, comfortable spot. Wow... snowfall already! That's great! Well, it'll make everything more beautiful. She sniffed the cold air, a snowflake landing on her nose. She shook it off, laughing lightly.
Windmist was delighted that Mothstar had agreed. "To be honest, I trust you the most and would take the most pride if you were to be her mentor." She looked back down to the small kit. "I'll ask her when she awakens." She promised. "She should be able to speak, unless she is still too cold or has never been taught." What if she never learned? Thoughts swirled. She decided to let them pass, seeing as she was in SpringClan now and nothing was going to change it. Windmist smiled again, looking at the sleeping kit.
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Post by K a r m a on Nov 22, 2007 22:56:47 GMT -5
Hazelpaw dashed into the den at that moment and nearly crashed head first into Faithpaw. He had the feeling that he might be interrupting something, maybe even something important and mumbled a quick apology. "I-I'm sorry." He stammered with a nervous glance at Mistheart, "But I need some mouse bile for the elders, they're covered in ticks." He looked down at the slender silver she-cat and lowered his head shamefully. He remembered Mistheart saying that she was hurt and he was careful not to do anything wrong this time. To his relief Faithpaw didn't seem all that upset. He decided that he would ask her later today exactly what he had done to hurt her, and that he would do anything in his power to make it up to her.
Faithpaw flushed with excitement and felt her insides being yanked out. She lost all sense of direction and nearly toppled over as Hazelpaw bumped into her. "Sure!" She smiled brightly, disappearing deeper into the den. She emerged a moment later with a wad of moss soaked in mouse bile, which she carried on a strip of bark. "Take the bark," She ordered through clenched teeth, "Don't let your mouth touch the moss or you'll have a foul taste to deal with for days!" Leading foreword, she passed on the mouse bile, her muzzle touched Hazelpaw's for a split second and her heart skipped a beat. For a long moment, she gazed into his eyes. Finally, she murmured, "I should get back, Windmist is telling a story."
Mothstar nodded in agreement. "Alright then, I think I'll leave you to watch over your new patient. I should get going anyways, I still need to decide which cats to take to the gathering tonight. You might be too busy taking care of Mistkit, so I think I'll leave you behind just this one time. If that's alright with you of course." The SpringClan leader fell deep into concentration. For some reason, the task of selecting cats for a gathering had always been such a hassle to her. Finally, Mothstar decided on seven of her best warriors, a few new apprentices, a couple of elders who might be interested in a little gossip, and of course, her loyal deputy.
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Post by .:Drenchy:. on Nov 23, 2007 9:14:00 GMT -5
Windmist paused, looking up. She'll make a fine medicine cat, even if she thinks she won't. Mistheart had kept her eyes closed the entire time. What I don't need right now is this cat wondering around. She let out a light sigh as Windmist began to pur again. Mistheart smiled, opening her eyes as Faithpaw ran back out with the bile. She sighed again at her widened eyes and the interlocking gaze between the two cats. She wasn't quite sure how to feel at that moment. Her ears perked as Windmist continued.
Windmist's ears perked. "Oh, right! The Gathering is tonight!" She paused, her excitement dropping. "Yes, of course..." She looked down at her reason again, her reason ruffling her fur. She saw the kit's tail flick. She looked like she was about to awaken. "Mothstar, look," She said softly. The small kit opened her eyes again, her pink eyes shining into Windmist's blue and yellow/green. The kit made a light squeak, a smile growing on her face. She looked as if she was beginning to realize what was going on around her.
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Post by K a r m a on Nov 23, 2007 12:52:40 GMT -5
Hazelpaw gazed back into Faithpaw's eyes. He had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to know what it was either. Finally, he managed to pull his eyes away from hers, "Thanks," He mumbled, and left to care for the elders before Mistheart could say anything about it. Even as he padded across the camp to the elders' den, the dripping wad of moss still hanging from the strip of bark which he kept clamped in his jaws, the funny feeling remained stuck with him and Hazelpaw struggled to figure out what it was. Maybe it was guilt that he had hurt the pale grey she-cat, mixed with relief that Faithpaw had forgiven him for what ever he had done, mixed with a little something else... Something he couldn't quite put into words.
Faithpaw padded back to where Windmist and Mistheart still sat and flopped down beside the pair of them, flushing with embarrassment. Her head was full of stars, and she felt sure that her mentor had seen the exchange between her and Hazelpaw. Would Windmist be angry that Faithpaw was not staying true to the path of a medicine cat? She shook her head to clear it of the fluff and clouds, and made a promise to herself that no matter what happened between her and the pale brown tom cat, she would not let herself be distracted from her duties to the Clan.
Mothstar noticed that Windmist looked a little disappointed, already she was beginning to run names through her head of which cat to leave behind and make room for the medicine cat. "Oh you can come if you want." She added quickly, "I just thought that you might want to stay behind with Mistkit, but if you wanted to come, you could always ask one of the queens to care for her until you get back from the-" The ginger she-cat broke off mid-sentence to see that the kit was beginning to stir. She gasped softly as Mistkit opened her delicate pink eyes, which locked right into Windmist's. "Hello there," She murmured gently, the Clan leader was careful not to startle the young she-kit, as she probably had no idea where she was.
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