A Thorn in the Butterfly's Wing [PRIVATE]

Subject: A Thorn in the Butterfly's Wing [PRIVATE] Sun Oct 09, 2016 7:42 pm

Yarrowsong
Medicine Cat of EagleClan

Yarrowsong was sorting herbs serenely. The medicine cat enjoyed the silence, yet a sick or injured cat was bound to show up. He shuffled around, brambles pricking his paws. However, it didn't matter, as his paws had grown used to the bustle of the medicine cat's den, although he believed that it wasn't as crowded as the warriors' den. It smelled freshly of various herbs. Yarrowsong turned to the front, as if he expected a cat to stroll in at any moment. He prayed to StarClan it wouldn't be Jumppaw. He watched as the ferns rustled, to reveal a familiar she-cat. He padded forwards.

As the medicine cat dipped his head respectfully, he stepped to the side to allow her in. A small, unshowy smile crept onto his face. "Hello, Butterflywing," the normally grumpy tomcat purred in greeting, sitting down on a mossy patch in the den.

Subject: Re: A Thorn in the Butterfly's Wing [PRIVATE] Sun Oct 09, 2016 8:34 pm

Butterflywing had been out in the sunshine on such a beautiful leaf-fall sunrise. Brown and golden leaves littered the earthy ground. As the warrior glided over them, they crunched beneath her paws. It was the prime reason why Butterflywing disliked Leaf-fall, in all honesty. However, she put up with it. It was just for a few moons, anyway.

The feline lowered into a crouch, the scent of a robin attracting her to do so. She placed her paw down, managing to locate a placement free of brown and golden foliage, however a sharp pain suddenly caused the she-cat to draw it upwards. Butterflywing studied her red and cream colored paw, a thorn was wedged in and scarlet liquid surrounded the brown thorn. The warrior wore a frown and a look of discomfort as she hobbled slowly back to the camp. She veered straight towards the medicine cat, where she sat her pale colored eyes down onto the tom-cat in front of her. "Hello!" She said. The warrior didn't smile at him however, despite her cheerful tone. The warrior was a little too preoccupied with the injury. "I injured myself while hunting," she explained as she sat down opposite the medicine cat. The feline lifted up her paw, showing the sight to the tom.

Subject: Re: A Thorn in the Butterfly's Wing [PRIVATE] Sun Oct 09, 2016 8:43 pm

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Yarrowsong
Medicine Cat of EagleClan

Yarrowsong blinked at the creamy she-cat, observing her paw. He then licked the wound vigorously before finding the surprisingly smooth edges of the stinging thorn. He then clenched it between his teeth, waiting until he had a good grip. He then tugged it out quickly yet carefully, and the blood began to leak. He then chewed up chervil and marigold, and applied the pulp to Butterflyw ing's paw. He then fetched some clean cobwebs, about four of said webs, and then swathed her paw in the silky substance. He ducked down and created a nest of clumps of moss and feathers.

He had cleaned the wound before applying the pulp with some wet moss, and now he nodded. "Sit down and rest," he offered kindly, gesturing towards the bed. "Have some sleep." Despite his expression being emotionless, the faintest tinge of worry touched his tone. He curled up, and awaited Butterflywing to do so. He groomed his arm, his black-and-white fur smoothened by the soft rasping of his pinkish tongue.

Subject: Re: A Thorn in the Butterfly's Wing [PRIVATE] Sun Oct 09, 2016 10:01 pm

A Thorn in the Butterfly's Wing [PRIVATE] 2afwxat

Butterflywing did not know the medicine cat overly well. Naturally she knew of him, as she knew of all warriors, apprentices, and even kits that held residence in EagleClan. A smile sprang to her maw as she watched the male work away. He seemed diligent in his role, seeming like he knew exactly what to do, when to do it, and how. The warrior rather admired the medicine cat. Being a medicine cat seemed like no easy feat. While it was not the same as fighting or hunting, there seemed like many more greater responsibilities on their shoulders. Both warriors and medicine cat's were, in her eyes, crucial to a clan's success, however.

The stinging of the wound subdued slightly as the tom worked away on it. She watched through curious eyes as mixtures of herbs were smeared across her paw, and silky webs were pressed to the pad. The cream tabby flicked her ears and slowly ventured to the nest he had motioned to. The warrior was not feeling tired at all. However, she decided to rest in the mossy nest regardless. Not that she could or would even dare argue with the tom, mind you.

"Thanks heaps," she chirped as she sprawled out into the comfortable moss nest. "You seem like a rather talented medicine cat, Yarrowsong." In all honesty, Butterflywing was not sure if he truly was talented. She was no medicine cat, so had no real evidence. But, he seemed to be quick and good at his role, hence the compliment.

"So, may I ask...Why did you choose the path of a medicine cat? It's always made me curious why one chooses to heal, instead of to fight. Both are important, but.. It just makes me wonder," she said. Butterflywing was aware that the medicine cat had a reputation for being a bit of a grouch. However, she had not seen the instance yet, not really. Butterflywing was naturally rather friendly and outgoing, determined to find friendships and always search to find the best in others.

Last edited by Lockejaw on Thu Oct 27, 2016 5:57 pm; edited 1 time in total

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Yarrowsong
Medicine Cat of EagleClan

The black-and-white medicine cat looked up and nodded slightly at the cream tabby's remarks. He watched as she settled into the nest, and the fact that the pain had eased was appeasing to the tom. He always enjoyed when cats healed after an injury, however grumpy he was. He took a seat to listen to the female's words, blinking a golden gaze, like honey poured on windowpanes, or the light hitting amber.

"Well," Yarrowsong began humbly, sitting near the back of the hollow where he had constructed the mossy nest. "I may be grumpy, yet I didn't feel like hurting cats was necessary to fight." He then let out a small, gruff chuckle. "When I was a kit, my words were always the sharpest claws. But then again, that doesn't mean that any means of violence are necessary, sometimes," he said. The short tomcat shambled along the sides of the walls, where neatly trimmed hazel clumps and small ferns were a bit overgrown. He glanced along the underbrush, then looked back up to Butterflywing, as if he expected her to say something, but he didn't.

Subject: Re: A Thorn in the Butterfly's Wing [PRIVATE] Thu Oct 27, 2016 5:31 pm

Butterflywing gently stretched out her limbs as she grew restless quickly from lazing in the comfortable nest. As she stretched them out, she slowly drew them back in, comfortably placing her muzzle down on her front paws.

The male was a black and white patched male with bright colored eyes. She allowed her eyes to gaze at him, absorb his features with fascination. Butterflywing wanted to know the medicine cat, he was a crucial aspect to clan life, and he was important for not only healing, but in terms of wisdom. Butterflywing knew that StarClan communicated with medicine cats, thus making them integral to the clan.

As the male explained his reasoning for taking the medicine cat path, she felt her maw split across as her smile began to grow. It seemed like a good reason to choose the path of healing. Medicine cat's were exempt to the border and rivalry conflicts. Their duty was to heal and help, not to harm or show aggression.

"That's a good reason to take the path you did," she said with a slight smile. "There's a lot of responsibility on your shoulders...I'm surprised you don't get so stressed you burst," she said with a slight smile.

OOC: So sorry! Took me ages to respond to this! :/

Subject: Re: A Thorn in the Butterfly's Wing [PRIVATE] Thu Oct 27, 2016 6:03 pm

Made by @Shadow

Yarrowsong
Medicine Cat of EagleClan

Yarrowsong nodded with agreement. The regal marble-beige she-cat was.. lovely. She had eyes the color of dark amber. Her pelt was beautifully cinnamon swirled, and her demeanour was absolutely kind and well-suited for any situation. "Yes," Yarrowsong said. "I did in fact have a reason, but I don't burst." He then grinned, which was rare on his stumpy, black-and-white face. "Of course, I don't have an apprentice yet," he added, tail swishing in a jolly and jocular way. His smirk was as white as a dove's feathers, so unimpaired and bright. He worked his paws on some moss tiredly. The sun was dropping slowly, yet time seemed to race by like a petite, chocolate-colored rabbit.

OOC: It's fine!

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