GIFTED TO BE CURSED - Rootlegs

The hard-working medicine cat found himself once again at the herb storage wondering how he was going to ration what they had for the rest of Leaf-Bare. His heart would rapidly pound against his rib cage as he fretted over the possibility of not having the right herbs for an injury. With his mind focused on the herbs, Rootlegs would remain vigilant to outside noises in case of an unfortunately more common emergency. His tail would dance in the air as he ordered the storage only for it to remain still at the light pawsteps of a smaller cat. His tall dark is twitched and he took a deep breathe before getting to his paws and turning to see the visitor. "You're not rushing in here with bad news, that is a lovely change of paceee.... Oh," he spoke with confidence and gentleness and then his eyes fell upon the two-faced blue point. When Rootlegs was alone he would let his more analytical side take over, showing dismay when there was cause for concern. However, on front of the clan he held himself to a completely different standard where he would care for those more that himself and let them rely on his assurance.

Now, he was standing on front of Gullkit, someone he didn't really interact with since birth. Although the tom was very curious with the kitten's deformity he had kept his distance. He couldn't imagine what it was like for the kitten and found that is best to let him settle rather than crowd him and interrogate him. Rootlegs believed when the time was right he would get a chance to speak with him and now Gullkit had found his paws at the foot of the medicine den. "Gullkit right? I am Rootlegs the clan's medicine cat, its a good thing we haven't formally met," he purred doing his best to focus on one face and pull no attention to the tom's deformity. "are you feeling ill?" he questioned with a flick of his tail inviting him to step further in.

As the blue point kitten stepped made his way over to the nest Rootlegs, in his awkward manner mumbled a few words to himself. "We have a strong smelling den in the camp and never let the kits in to see what it's like we really should start doing that so kits don't just curiously waddle on... maybe you say?" As Gullkit spoke, he stopped his thinking out loud and his attention was back on the two-faced kit. Subtly the tom's kind green gaze would scan the tom-kit looking for signs of an illness but it was quickly cleared up that Gullkit was referring to his deformity. "Most cats do not know how to deal with different. So, naturally when they take a first glance at you they are unsure what to do," Rootlegs explained in a soft tone. His shuffled his paws awkwardly as he was unsure of what the tom had been told growing up from his questioned it seemed like he did not know he was two-faced. The uncertainty created a feeling of unease in Rootlegs and he started to wonder if he was doing something wrong by talking to Gullkit about his extra face. However, it clearly seemed to have an effect on him and if no one was addressing it Rootlegs made it his place to be there for the clan for both physical and mental health. "Gullkit, are you aware Starclan has made you in an image different to the rest of us?" he asked hoping the tom had been taught about Starclan.

It was slowly dawning on the tom that Gullkit had a more negative opinion on his appearance in comparison to Rootlegs. Whereas the tom saw it as a potential gift from Starclan, clan life intertwined with his own thoughts had manifested into the tom-kit thinking he was something wrong. Rootlegs tall dark ears slowly flattered and his chest began to feel heavy. Once being an outcast himself would of made one think he'd understand but Gullkit had siblings he could compare himself to whereas Rootlegs was with an over protective mother who treated him like her everything. Soft eyes rested on the two-faced kitten as he did his best to explain how his deformity was not necessarily a curse. "Whilst in your mother's tummy Starclan chose you to be of great things. However, I am pretty blind to Starclan's blessings so they gave you a distinct appearance. One I am sure not to miss." he purred immediately followed by a sinking feeling of regret. What if he was pairing the kitten up to be more than he ever would and his appearance was nothing but a mixup or worse, a curse. Rootlegs did his best to keep his expression kind and welcoming, hiding all expressions of uncertainty from Gullkit.