i'm the gingerbread man [p; hopeclaw]

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    Berrypaw//6moons//Thunderclan//Medium

    "He said boy you need prayer...I guess it couldn't hurt me"



    The apprentice was covered in cuts that opened up if he worked too hard, and infections waiting to happen. He'd been told to go see Hopeclaw, as in a training routine he had broken open his stomach wound again. Instead he chose to get a small mouse from the pile and carry it off to a spot near the elders den that was particularly shadowed. He hoped here no one who knew he was injured would see him, and that way he could get away and just relax with his mouse. He didn't need all this fuss, they were just wasting herbs on him.


    -HOPECLAW-



    (c)trexgirl

    My heads underwater but I'm breathing fine...

    hopeclaw / thunderclan & medicine cat / tom [♂] / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ The white tom sat away from his den, sick and tired of the stuffy herb scent that engulfed it. Though, now he supposed his scent changed from salty fish, to a herbal forest. His yellow gaze swept the camp with an elderly look, and landed on Berrypaw. Or what he assumed as Berry. He thought nothing of it and looked away, but his whole body froze and looked back... seeing a pool of... something. He got up and began to pad on over.


    "Speech."

    Berrypaw//6moons//Thunderclan//Medium

    "He said boy you need prayer...I guess it couldn't hurt me"



    Berrypaw looked up to see Hopeclaw padding over and quickly tried to lick the blood away on his stomach. Then he crouched down to start munching on his small mouse. He tilted his head down to avoid the tom's eyes, hoping he wasn't the cat that he was heading for.




    (c)trexgirl

    He was indeed the cat he was searching for. The alabaster male limped over to the Tom and lied down infront of him. His leg tucked under his white scarred fluff. Looking at the tuxedo with his blind blue and and nonblind yellow eye, he was searching his face. Of course the youngling avoided his glare. Flicking his shredded ear, he meowed. "You hiding somethin?" He inquired.

    ᔕ丅ᕼᑌᑎᗪᗴᖇᑕᒪᗩᑎ--ᗰᗴᗪᎥᑕᎥᑎᗴ ᑕᗩ丅--丅ᗩǤSᔕ

    Berrypaw//6moons//Thunderclan//Medium

    "He said boy you need prayer...I guess it couldn't hurt me"



    Berrypaw looked up at Hopeclaw and tilted his head. He was so clearly bleeding from his shoulder and there was a blood trail leading to where he sat. Berrypaw flicked an ear and flashed a dazzling smile, "What would I be hiding now? I'm not a cat who hides things."



    (c)trexgirl

    The alabaster tom narrowed his eyes and just lied there, looking at the bleeding tom. If he wants to be a dumb bass, then he can bleed to death. He flicked his shredded ear. "So what's your opinion on bleeding to death?" The Medicine Cat questioned.

    ᔕ丅ᕼᑌᑎᗪᗴᖇᑕᒪᗩᑎ--ᗰᗴᗪᎥᑕᎥᑎᗴ ᑕᗩ丅--丅ᗩǤSᔕ

    Berrypaw//6moons//Thunderclan//Medium

    "He said boy you need prayer...I guess it couldn't hurt me"



    Berrypaw kept smirking, "It's probably not the best way to go, but could be for someone that is just a waste of herbs."




    (c)trexgirl

    He scoffed and just lied in front of him. "Well if that's what you think... then that's what you get." He meowed, looking over his wounds. "Might I go and get your parents and mentor so they can say goodbye to the before you faint?" He asked.

    ᔕ丅ᕼᑌᑎᗪᗴᖇᑕᒪᗩᑎ--ᗰᗴᗪᎥᑕᎥᑎᗴ ᑕᗩ丅--丅ᗩǤSᔕ