A burning light (Silvy, private)

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    Inkdrop stretched out and rose from his nest, greeted by the interesting variety of aromas and stinks that didn't really bother him anymore. The den felt so empty without Dandylion's sarcasm and impatience, without Snowday's playfulness and passion. Snowday. Inkdrop selfishly wanted Snowday back; after all, she had found the cure for that infection! She was super smart, but she could do what she wanted.


    Nineteenpaw was there, his brother. Inkdrop knew he had to give Nineteenpaw some more training. But one medicine cat and one apprentice could not handle an entire Clan, not to mention the issues that would arise if something was to happen to one of them. Castaway and Jabberjaw were ex-medicine cat leaders, so it wouldn't be too bad.


    The young black tom padded out into camp, looking for his sister Burnpaw, wanting to talk to her.

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    Burnpaw limped over to her brother, smiling. "Hello, Ink," she said, with a smile. Hidden behind the smile though, was pain. Her leg caused her a lot of trouble. "Inkstar," she chuckled, remembering when they had joked around as kits and called themselves Burnstar and Inkstar.

    Inkdrop felt twinges of pain in his leg as Burnpaw did. It was weird, though, since his leg was really fine. But he had grown used to this sort of connection with his sister. He was pretty sure Snowday poked fun at it sometimes. "Hiii Burnstar," he said with a wide grin. "So how's it going? Anything interesting happening lately?" he asked. "Well...besides mom, Tawnyleg, you know..." he trailed off, swallowing and giving his paw a quick lick.

    "Not a lot has happened, really," Burnpaw said, with a sigh. The fawn tabby took a deep breath, and sat down, wincing again at her leg. "It hurts," she said, taking a deep breath, before looking down.

    "Do you need a poppy seed or two?" Inkdrop asked. Burnpaw had been in the medicine den or watched he, Dandy, or Snow working, and so she more than likely knew about poppy seeds. "Mom was a reeeally great cat. I wish I could've spent more time with her," he said, trailing off.

    "No... no, I don't think I do," Burnpaw mewed to her brother. "But... thanks for offering. None of us really knew our mother that well. I'd probably say that she and Nineteenpaw were pretty close though."

    [font=century gothic]"Yeah. Oh, oh, that reminds meee, do you want to be a medicine apprentice? I mean Snowday promoted Nineteenpaw, and you're pretty good around blood and herbs. You probably have a mentor right now, but you can let 'em know and I'm sure it'll be fine," Inkdrop meowed, eyes bright with excitement. Oh, boy, this was going to be fun!

    "Really? Me? A medicine cat apprentice? I'd love to!" she mewed excitedly, eyes alight with happiness. "We can work together now!" she said, twitching her tail, rather happily. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

    [font=century gothic]"Yeah! And maybe someday we can still be Burnstar and Inkstar. Like how Castaway and Jabberjaw got to be deputies and then leaders. I mean, look at us. We'd be the best leaders eveeerrr!" Inkdrop crowed with a playful spin. "So you can pick out a nest in the medicine den whenever you want," he added.