Post by Thistletail on May 9, 2021 13:42:27 GMT
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The Breakfast Club[attr=class,punkihover1]
@pebblepaw / RC Medicine Cat Den / 509 word count
The pale she-cat awoke well before the sun and wondered if she'd truly ever slept at all. The past battle with Windclan still weighed heavy on everyone's minds. They'd lost many brave warriors, and truth be told, Thistletail thought they would have been better off leaving Windclan's problems to Windclan. Several of her friends would still be alive had they not have rushed to meddle in the other clan's fight. Yet the consequences of not defending their neighbor against their own internal coup might have been equally dire... She knew this, but the warrior couldn't justify the pain of their losses so soon. She had been there. She'd seen death. Felt pain. And yet, the warrior felt as if she hadn't done enough. Had her own fear kept her from the harm that befell so many of her comrades? Could she have done more? Thistletail hadn't even gained so much as a scar to prove her efforts.
Despite it all, Yellowstar had seen fit to give the older warrior an apprentice. With their ranks in such a sorry state, Riverclan needed as many full fledged warriors as they could train. Perhaps Thistletail could overcome her reservations with Windclan by training up someone fierce- Someone full of mettle and fighting spirit- Someone who could avenge their fallen comrades and make Riverclan proud... Imagine her surprise at their first clan meeting when Yellowstar had named her Pebblepaw's new mentor. Of course, Thistle had heard of the sickly gray kit who spent more time in Nettleheart's den than anywhere else. As if that wasn't enough, the poor little scrap had lost both her first mentor and her mobility during the fight with Emberstar and his rogues.
Fluffy tail tapping while deep in thought, the warrior knew she needed to pay her new apprentice a visit. Thistletail would need to assess her current state and see what sort of capacity the youth might be in- Was she in good spirits? Had she regained feeling in her broken limb? Could she walk at all? With Nettleheart so busy, Thistletail hadn't had a chance to ask him for any sort of assessment of her new ward. With sleep far from her mind, the pale cat emerged from the warrior's keep and set out under the soft glow of the waning moon. Eventually, her hunting efforts were rewarded with a plump vole at the river's edge. An offering of breakfast might help lighten the mood.
By the time she returned to camp, the morning sun had broken over the horizon. She padded her way towards the medicine cat's den and paused at the entrance. Setting her morsel at her feet, she mewled into the dark space beyond. "Pebblepaw?" Her head tilted to listen, tail held loftily behind (with a couple bristles tangled in the long fur). "Care to join me?" She cleared her throat to purr, "I've brought you breakfast." Thistletail didn't know what to expect of her new apprentice. Could she even crawl out of the den? ...Well, she'd have to build up strength eventually.
Despite it all, Yellowstar had seen fit to give the older warrior an apprentice. With their ranks in such a sorry state, Riverclan needed as many full fledged warriors as they could train. Perhaps Thistletail could overcome her reservations with Windclan by training up someone fierce- Someone full of mettle and fighting spirit- Someone who could avenge their fallen comrades and make Riverclan proud... Imagine her surprise at their first clan meeting when Yellowstar had named her Pebblepaw's new mentor. Of course, Thistle had heard of the sickly gray kit who spent more time in Nettleheart's den than anywhere else. As if that wasn't enough, the poor little scrap had lost both her first mentor and her mobility during the fight with Emberstar and his rogues.
Fluffy tail tapping while deep in thought, the warrior knew she needed to pay her new apprentice a visit. Thistletail would need to assess her current state and see what sort of capacity the youth might be in- Was she in good spirits? Had she regained feeling in her broken limb? Could she walk at all? With Nettleheart so busy, Thistletail hadn't had a chance to ask him for any sort of assessment of her new ward. With sleep far from her mind, the pale cat emerged from the warrior's keep and set out under the soft glow of the waning moon. Eventually, her hunting efforts were rewarded with a plump vole at the river's edge. An offering of breakfast might help lighten the mood.
By the time she returned to camp, the morning sun had broken over the horizon. She padded her way towards the medicine cat's den and paused at the entrance. Setting her morsel at her feet, she mewled into the dark space beyond. "Pebblepaw?" Her head tilted to listen, tail held loftily behind (with a couple bristles tangled in the long fur). "Care to join me?" She cleared her throat to purr, "I've brought you breakfast." Thistletail didn't know what to expect of her new apprentice. Could she even crawl out of the den? ...Well, she'd have to build up strength eventually.
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