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Post by lilybolt on Aug 20, 2009 12:31:37 GMT -5
Cloverleaf saw Falconpaw hit the trail, and she followed her apprentice as he swiveled in and out of the long grass, clearly smelling the same sweet aroma she was. He was on the right track, and only paused once before carrying on at a faster pace. They reached the yellowish flowers quickly. "Great job!" Cloverleaf complimented Falconpaw kindly. She padded ahead a little, and began to collect the precious plants. The blossoms and some of the leaves were what she needed. The roots of this plant were not very useful for cats, so she didn't need to bother with digging today. She made room for Falconpaw to join her in gathering the herbs. The sweet smell of the flowers, mixed with the happy scent of the Moore made Cloverleaf feel light and cheerful. She always enjoyed a good day out and about in her territory. She wished they could work with less haste, but the current situation with Riverclan made that impossible. The medicine cat speedily gathered herbs, and watched to make sure her apprentice was doing it properly, though she trusted that he was.
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Post by flamexcat on Aug 20, 2009 17:56:32 GMT -5
Though his facial expression remand the same, inside Falconpaw couldn't help feeling proud as his mentor praised him and moved in to collect the plants. Head lifted a little higher, the medicine cat apprentice padded forward and made his way next to Cloverleaf where she had already begun to harvest. Even though her voice remained confident, the fast pace of the working she-cat told him that they both should be wary of unwanted visitors. Bending his head, Falconpaw quickly joined in, his needle sharp teeth easily cutting through the green stock as he nipped the goldenrod through there middles, moving the top halves of the herb into a small pile. As he did so, the tom was vaguely aware of Cloverleaf keeping an eye on him. For a moment it bothered him that he would have to be watched over like a young helpless kit, but than he caught the look of trust in his mentors eye. This made him throw the thought away and continue on the work set in front of him.
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Post by lilybolt on Aug 21, 2009 13:03:45 GMT -5
Cloverleaf had almost finished her half of the task when she felt a flash of annoyance next to her. Smiling to herself, she knew her apprentice had notice her checking on his work. However, the young tom quickly got over his issues, and the she-cat was glad for it. She never liked to make Falconpaw feel uncomfortable. He was a good apprentice. A bit prickly at the best of times, but he would make a fine medicine cat one day. Snipping the last blossom for her pile, she sat down to wait for Falconpaw to be done. She had left half of the plant untouched, so as not to kill her supply. Of coarse, that was the obvious thing to do. Only a foolish cat would take the whole plant. And foolish cats tended not to live so long...
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Post by flamexcat on Aug 23, 2009 18:32:27 GMT -5
Satisfied with the amount he had gathered, Falconpaw bit off one last Goldenrod plant before lifting his head. He wasn't the lest bit surprised to find that Cloverleaf had finished before him, and that, between the two of them, they had gathered a fairly good mouthful of the yellow flowered plant. Blinking quietly, he let his pink tongue run a few times over his lips, hoping to rid himself of the juices. It didn't take him long and than returning to the herbs, he neatly pushed his share into a pile before with only the utmost care, gripping them in his jaws. Slowly lifting his sharp white head, the medicine cat apprentice let the stocks rest lightly in his mouth afraid to bite down to hard least he crush the fragile beings. "Are we ready than?" Falconpaw meowed, voice muffled by his closed fangs.
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Post by lilybolt on Aug 24, 2009 14:59:28 GMT -5
Cloverleaf, her own jaws now stuffed with plant, simply nodded in response to her apprentice. She began to pad back to camp, her senses not as clear as they were on the walk to the Goldenrod. Now, her nose was overwhelmed with the smell of the herb, her eyes watered slightly from the strong taste and smell, making even her vision a little blurred. The only god news what that Riverclan wouldn't dare attack a retreating medicine cat. She walked toward camp, her head held high. she used her ears now to listen for any kind of danger. She would hate to be caught off guard by a fox or a stray dog while he senses were were so confused.
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Post by flamexcat on Aug 25, 2009 20:26:46 GMT -5
The tip of his white tail twitching, the younger cat fell into step behind Cloverleaf. Silently he thanked Starclan for such luck, and momentarily glanced toward the sky. Like before it was dyed a milky blue, the horizon dotted with a few puffy clouds, though none appeared to be carrying rain. Right before he was about to look away, Falconpaw spotted what appeared to be a dark smudge moving across the wide blue expanse. Curious, the apprentice screwed his eyes and watched as the creature floated gracefully above, just barely making out wings. Suddenly a small smile tugged at the sides of his mouth and the Windclan tom shook his head. It was a Falcon. For a while he watched the bird of prey, a fascination shining in his golden orbs. Was it watching him as well? Several moments passed before the bird lost interest and with only the most graceful movements, streaked through the sky right above his head. Falconpaw gazed in awe when he saw the moorland bird up close, its fine tawny feathers ruffling in the wind, yet to his amazement when he locked eyes with the Falcon it was almost like looking into a mirror. Though it was only a mere second, the white apprentice was sure that he had glimpsed the same glinting golden eyes from which he stared up from. But just as soon as the Falcon had appeared, the hunting bird was gone leaving a stunned Falconpaw. It was than that he realized that he had fallen behind and he hastily hurried to catch up, the goldenrod flopping on the sides of his mouth.
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Post by lilybolt on Aug 26, 2009 10:30:08 GMT -5
Cloverleaf, having realized her apprentice wasn't behind her anymore, had doubled back and sat watching his eyes follow the falcon. When he was done she meowed, "Admiring the likeness?" Her green eyes were soft but playful. "Yes, you do look a bit like your namesake." she purred, flicking her tail toward his eyes. "Mostly in the eyes of coarse." she added. The medicine cat, not wanting to waste time, began to walk again, though slower, so her apprentice could still talk with her. Talking was an entertaining feat with so many herbs crammed into a cats mouth. However, moons of practice had made Cloverleaf a talented herb talker!
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Post by flamexcat on Aug 27, 2009 8:56:52 GMT -5
Still glancing out of the corner of his eyes as she spoke, Falconpaw nodded as he realized she was speaking his thoughts. "Yes," he muttered quitely almost to himself, "I wonder why my mother choose...Falcon?" Sighing when he spotted no sign that the bird had ever been there, he gave up and continued to walk silently beside Cloverleaf. Some part of him wanted the bird to come back, as though it gave him some kind of hope and oddly enough, it was interesting to watch the talented creature wheel about in the sky. "There arn't that many Falcons out here, maybe I'll see that one again?" He thought hopefully to himself, whiskers twitching.
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Post by lilybolt on Aug 27, 2009 12:25:18 GMT -5
"Some mothers chose names on things in nature they love. Others on what their kit is like. Perhaps your's named you with a bit of both things in mind. Your eyes are like a reflection of a falcon's..." Cloverleaf meowed. She saw that Falconpaw seemed to be unusually quiet, glancing up at the sky. She decided to not press him as to why. She could guess, but figured this was more personal a topic for the tom than he would care to speak of with her. Falconpaw was, after all, a very private tom. The medicine cat smiled as they approached camp. Her jaws were watering uncomfortably from the strong taste of Goldenrod. "Race you!" she called to Falconpaw, and took off toward her den in an uncharacteristic display of playfulness.
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Post by flamexcat on Aug 30, 2009 16:04:04 GMT -5
Eyes fixed on the ground moving beneath paw as Cloverleaf talked, Falconpaw narrowed his eyes in thought. Could it be that not only did his mother see the bird in his golden eyes...but also in himself as well? The knew thought puzzled him, and for a moment he found himself wishing she where her so he could ask her himself. "Mother..." He thought almost helplessly, teeth grinding together. Yet before he could say anything else, Cloverleafs voice broke the silence, "Race you!" Lifting his head in surprise, the apprentice sneezed as the dust from his mentors paws sprayed his face. Standing in awe, he watched for a moment as the gray she-cat bolted across the moorland, her tail streaming behind her. For a moment he wondered whether he should or not, but eventually the inner kit got the best of him and suddenly Falconpaw was sprinting after her. It wasn't until he was running did he realize how far ahead Cloverleaf had gotten. Letting out a faint snort he pushed off harder with his hind paws, Goldenrod waving wildly at the sides of his mouth. "If I'm going to be doing a silly thing like this, than the lest I could do is win!" He thought, smirking lightly as he lunged forward. With the length of his legs, catching up wasn't as hard as he thought and suddenly the two Windclanners where running head and head, a look of determination set on Falconpaw's face.
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Post by lilybolt on Aug 31, 2009 11:15:44 GMT -5
Cloverleaf lasted longer than she thought before Falconpaw managed to catch up with her. The fact that she wanted to race probably stumped the young tom for a moment...She continued to push the ground with her paws, trying to gain speed. Falconpaw seemed to be built to match her pace exactly...The older cat saw her den approaching, and narrowed her eyes. She lunged, not paying attention to see where Falconpaw was. He was probably still right next to her, though she wouldn't notice. Her eyes were trained to the target, which happened to be the opening of her den. Other Windclan cats watched the race. Some laughed, while others were just surprised to see Cloverleaf having any kind of normal fun...Cloverleaf burst through the den entrance, panting through the herbs still clutched firmly in her jaws. She looked over to see...
OOC: You can choose who wins this. I really don't care...
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