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Post by s h a d o w < 3 on Oct 26, 2008 15:42:02 GMT -8
Two peculiar grey-white stones propped against each other creates a sheltered half-cave. This part of the ShadowClan camp also seems very, very old - rain has eaten away at the rock, giving it a bumpy texture and feel.
This is where the Medicine Cat does his work and treats his clanmates. There are holes dug in the ground to help keep leaves and berries fresh, and sick cats rest behind the two rocks in a fern den.
Medicine Cat: Riotblood
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Post by fern on Nov 12, 2008 17:50:48 GMT -8
xX ~* Gonna let the light, shine on me... *~Xx
A young she-cat padded slowly into the den, her dazzling eyes glowing dimly in the gloom of the rock den. Russetflight have a small twitch of her nose towards the herb stock noticing the absence of any Marigold. The medicine cat sighed and insted of going out to collect more herbs, she lay down gracefully into her nest, her thoughts away from her normal life.
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Post by eternaltwilight on Jan 20, 2009 17:40:15 GMT -8
What has brought me here? That thought ran through the apprentice's mind as suddenly, his vision which had been cloudy with the sleepless dreams that came with night, cleared. The moonlight bathed his pelt, sending the snake patterns that riddled his coat glowing, and even as he just shifted his weight, they seemed to dance. The moonlight bathed his pelt in warmth, despite the faint chill in the night air. There was no reason for the apprentice to be here that he knew of, the medicine cat wasn't even back yet from the gathering thing they went to. It was as though some unseen force had brought him from his slumber to this location. And his dream, why could he not remember it? Usually, as he watched the spirity figures in his dream, each stuck as clear as the day's promise of a fresh kill. Even as he saw the ones he had never met before, the ones before his time, he remembered them. There was no logical reason that he found, he should not remember his dream of tonight. All he knew, was that they had been trying to tell him something. Something important about the medicine cat. Or something about himself and the medicine cat. How frusterating it was not to remember what had happened!
Shaking his head, two colored eyes flashing with a spark of annoyance in the moonlight, Snakepaw turned to head for the door. It was only the spicy scents of the herbs, some sick smelling and some not, that kept him from leaving right then. The strangest feeling of knowing krept through him, and the need to look itched at his very paws. Frowing, the white riddled grey apprentice fought the urge for a few moments, before finally the need to look overcame him, and he padded to where the herbs, or at least a few were kept. Although at the moment, he didn't know any from the very basics, they intrested the apprentice like nothing had ever before. To think that there were so many uses for these plants. Carefully, Snakepaw nosed around the herbs, being super careful to make it look as though nothing had happened to the herbs. He didn't need to be yelled at for messing around here by Riotblood.
It was the awarness that the moonlight had dimmed, that made Snakepaw aware of how much time had passed. Eyes widening, he backed away from the herbs, senses alert for any sign anyone was with him. If he could just leave before he got caught, maybe everything would go unnoticed. If he could just sneak away...
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Post by nina on Jan 21, 2009 20:00:49 GMT -8
A large black, ginger, and white figured appear. Nearly as big as a badger, the creature gave a muffled growl of annoyance, as a few herbs sprinkled from the large canines of the monster thing. A black of fluffy black, with white speckles, and ginger splotches over his body. Those big, devil-like red eyes glowing. He spat out the herbs, and with one powerful sweep of his tail, glided them into a neat pile. He snorted at the apprentice. So, you find these herbs intresting, Snakepaw? The cat mewed. He was barely Ten moons, and Starclan had granted him the body of a leader. He was nearly as old as the apprentice, but none the less, a tower of him. Those muscles made for a warrior. Why had this cat so choosen this role? A Flicker of something appeared inthe gaint toms eyes, as if he was having a memory. He gently shivered his whisker cheeks, making his whiskers point forward, to rid himself of the frost on them. Why do you seem intrested in my den, so keenly? The tom grunted. He was.. well, a bit of a bossy furball, and aggresive of highly. Maybe a control freak, but he was a strong, and well known cat, for his knowledge, and caretaking. He sometimes was to rough, maybe giving them stinging herbs, if they were smarting off, or making the cobwebs a bit to tight to teach a lesson. His pelt was shaggy, as he stared down on the apprentice.
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Post by eternaltwilight on Jan 22, 2009 15:33:08 GMT -8
Too late. That thought drummed in the apprentice's mind as he whirled, although the scent and voice had already told the apprentice who that was. Riotblood, the very cat he had been hoping to avoide. Being caught in the medicine cat's den was bad, messing with the herbs only made everything worse. This apprentice didn't cower though, as most might have after being caught. On the contray, he raised his head up, and met the eyes of Riotblood, refusing to cower and act as though he had done something wrong. He would not give this cat the satisfaction of seeing him do that. No, not today, not tonight, when the moonlight warmed his pelt, sending the pattern sparking.
"Sure. A lot more intresting then apprentice duties anyways."
The words were calm, as if they were just having a plesant chat, not as if he was caught in the act. Deciving himself as well as those around him, the words effected the tom, relaxing his muscles, and giving him the casual apperance. The apperance seen by everyone. A mask over the real feelings.
Why do you seem intrested in my den, so keenly?
Why did he? Snakepaw really hadn't figured out that one yet, but an urge to tell about the ghostly cats in his dreams was like a flame under his paws, as if they were telling him too. Shrugging, Snakepaw shook his head. Why not tell. He was already sure he would be called insane, so what was the point in stopping it? Not dropping the other tom's gaze, Snakepaw answered in the same, tight and controlled yet lazy voice.
"Simple. The herbs intrest me more then the repetition of apprentice duties. And then there are always the ghost cats in my dreams that tell me all about the past and about the herbs."
He ended with a shrug, daring the other cat to call him insane, eyes glinting in the moonlight.
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