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[CheshireCat]

Heronfrost of WindClan

- - - - - Heronfrost mumbled grumpily in her den, complaining to herself about the day's lack of excitement. The sky was gray and overcast with clouds that were sure to bring rain soon, a rain that would only dampen today's empty dreariness. No one was doing anything or needed her help, leaving her sorting through herbs she had already sorted and accounted for. It was at moments like this that left her wishing she was a warrior. Why did all of WindClan's cats had to be so StarClan-forsaken healthy? Heronfrost groaned and lay down on the cursty dirt, her head resting on her paws. I wish that for one moment, I could feel teh rush of battle, catching the big one, or racing alongside my clanmates. She sighed and gave her cerulean eyes to rest.

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- - - - - WORD COUNT: 132 words. WEak post, I know.
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[..Kada..]

Ghostfeather limped her way into the dusty hollow of camp, her mouth full of hare fur. Gingerly keeping her weight off her right front paw, she dropped the fresh kill in the pile. Careless as a kit. Ghostfeather scolded herself. She had been out hunting for the clan, and stepped on a thorn, while chasing that mouse-brained hare. She had tried to pull it out of her swollen pad herself, but it was too deep. Ghostfeather flicked her chocolate tabby tail agitatedly, and hobbled over to Heronfrost's den.
"Heronfrost?" she called quietly from outside the den. Ghostfeather knew Heronfrost wasn't a particularly friendly cat, but she liked her well enough. They both shared the same despising disposition to Tom-cats.
"Heronfrost?" She called again a little more loudly this time, hoping she didn't catch this wiry black medicine cat in a bad mood.

[CheshireCat]

Heronfrost of WindClan

- - - - - A pair of blue eyes flickered open at the sound of a voice calling her name. "Heronfrost?" The voice called, undoubtedly Ghostfeather's. "Heronfrost?" Finally, she thought, something to do! Heronfrost smiled at the she-cat as she rose. The two WindClanners had a few thing sin common, and that was enough for Heronfrost. "So, what's the problem?

" The black she-cat glanced down to Ghostfeather's injured paw, not needing an answer. The look on the lynx point's face and her limp was all the info she needed. "Sit down please.[/color]" Heronfrost lifted up the she-cat's injured paw, examining the wound and nodding to herself. "I'm going to have to pull this out, and, I'm not going to lie, it's going to hurt. A lot. So lemme know when you're ready and I'll go on ahead.[/color]" Heronfrost waited for her signal, her tail lashing. Warriors could be so careless sometimes. The worst thing that they could to is try and pull it out themselves, the fur-brains. Ghostfeather had obviously done so as well.

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- - - - - TAGS: Ghostfeather
- - - - - NOTES: Nada

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[..Kada..]

Ghostfeather obeyed the medicine cat's order to sit. Though the black she-cat made it sound like a request, Ghostfeather knew better then to try and defy her. Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes pretty blue eyes, she prepared herself for the sting. She knew Heronfrost got annoyed with warriors when they tried to be their own medicine cat's. They were always done carelessly and normally made things worse. But out hunting, the thorn looked shallow enough that Ghostfeather could get it herself easily. Obviously she was wrong. "Go ahead." Ghostfeather wrapped her tabby tail around her paws. She was a tough cat when it came to battles. Little things like this however always made Ghostfeather cringe.

[CheshireCat]

Heronfrost of WindClan

- - - - - Heronfrost quirked her eyebrows at Ghsotfeather, sensing ehr anticipation. She was obviously afraid of the pain, however tought the she-cat warrior may be. "Okay, if you say so.

The small black she-cat lowered her head to the pierced foot. Her teeth grasped the thick thorn and she pulled on it, hard. It didn't coem out immediately but she got it out quickly so that Ghostfeather wouldn't have to suffer any longer. The blood came out soon after the thorn exited the wound. "Gosfedder, pwease wick your paw cwean.[/color]" With the thorn in her mouth, she brought it in her den and spat it out in her collection. She never knew why she collected all of those thorns. Maybe to prevent possible accidents, or to remember every thorn she pulled. After disposing of the thorn, the she-cat grabbed some burdock leaves and roots. Heronfrost chewed them into a pulp and pasted them on the wound, getting them deep inside. Then she placed some chewed burdock root in it too, to stop infection. THe black cat went back for cobwebs, adn when she returned, she wrapped them around the paw.

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- - - - - WORD COUNT: 132 words. WEak post, I know.
- - - - - TAGS: Ghostfeather
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[..Kada..]

Ghostfeahter licked the pad of her paw as instructed when Heronfrost went back to her stores for what she needed. Her pad throbbed and heat flushed the soft skin. The metallic taste of blood filled the she-cats mouth. She didn't necessarily enjoy the taste, but she didn't cringe away from it either. Ghostfeather held out her paw as the medicine cat returned and pasted a sharp smelling pulp on her pad. It twinged slightly but not as bad as when Heronfrost pulled the thorn.
She looked up at the medicine cat's cerulean eyes as she wrapped Ghostfeather's paw in cobwebs. They seemed to be slightly shadowed, as if something was troubling her before Ghostfeather had arrived.
"Is something bothering you Heronfrost?" she asked, twitching her one good ear forward focusing on her friend completely. Ghostfeather may only have one good ear but she wasn't stupid. She picked up more things then a lot of her clan mates gave her credit for.

[CheshireCat]

Heronfrost of WindClan

- - - - - Heronfrost didn't look up from her work, but her ears flicked around a bit as Ghostfeather spoke. "Is something bothering you, Heronfrost?" Heronfrost hesitated slapping a bit more cobwebs onto the injured paw. Her eyes flickered up at the lynx point she-cat and then back down to the injury. "I'm fine, Ghostfeather, but thanks for asking." It was nice to know someone cared abut her other than her parents. Did Ghsotfeather really know about her wish? To be a warrior for a day?The sweet thought flew away, however, as she saw another trickle of blood seep through the bandage of cobwebs. "You know, I should be asking you about how you feel. Your paw, I mean. Does it still hurt a lot?" Heronfrost sat down quietly and wrapped her tail around her paws, thinking back to a few tail lases ago when she lay on the ground, daydreaming.

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- - - - - WORD COUNT: 177 words.
- - - - - TAGS: Ghostfeather
- - - - - NOTES: I wonder if Ghostfeather would help her be a warrior for a day…? ;D

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[..Kada..]

Snowfeather looked at her paw pad, still oozing blood slowly. It twinged slightly when she put pressure on her foot but not nearly as bad as when the thorn was embedded. Keeping her injured paw lifted from the ground slightly as not to irritate it, Ghostfeather shook her head,
"No, it still hurts if I push down on it, but other then that it feels fine." She swung her tabby tail from side to side, looking back up to Heronfrost. Some thing was behind those pretty cerulean eyes of hers, Ghostfeather was no fool. The life of a Medicine cat, how ever honorable, must at times be tedious. And for a fiery cat like Heronfrost, on these days where nothing was happening, she must crave something else.
"Come on, I'm no Whitesun," Ghostfeather said, referring to their ginger van Clan mate, who was judging and hostile to everyone, and honestly made Ghostfeather's fur stand on end. She twisted her body to lay on her side on the ground in front of Heronfrost, "Maybe I could help you,"