mind me - o; herb exploring

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    Coldkit had spent more time than she had cared to admit in the medics den with Birdbones after her accident. She hadn't been able to return back to normal life, and even a week after the accident she still wasn't sure she would ever be able to. The pain in her tail had stopped, and the pain in her eyes had never even began. The dog attack had seemingly tore nerve endings before they ever caused her any great pain. For that; she was thankful. But to her dismay, the attack had left her blind and venerable. now she could only see the world through one blurred eyes who made the images almost impossible. She had decided in the hours that followed her attack that she would no longer be able to be a warrior like everyone else- but rather she would have to be someone different or learn in a different way. Only a moon away from her apprenticeship, that had been a hard pill to swallow. But it was her pill, and she would have to whether she liked it or not.


    So there she sat, in the medics den tossing through the herb smells as she normally did. Her nose was lifted in the air as she took in the sweet smells, the sour smells, and the smells that seemed to present no defining trace. She had decided this would be her new destiny, now all she had to do was prove it. She would be the best of all the medicine cats- even if she never held that rank. one day, she could be the Coldstar of medicine as she had once wanted to be the Coldstar of Windclan.


    "Marigold... Lavender... Poppyseed… Cobwebs, yuck..." she murmured to herself as she traveled through the different scents, each one smelling oddly different and distinctive from the others.


    "That’s impressive, kid." Whitelightning said, poking his head into the doorway. He wondered how Coldkit was taking her injuries. The kid seemed to be carrying on as she did before. If it were him, he’d be madder than a wasp, but this kid seemed to just shift her life from one way to another. "Do you like being able to sit in here and study all these herbs? I’m sure Birdbones is telling you all about them."

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    Upon hearing Whitelightning, the kit lifted her head up. She would offer a slight smile in the direction of the senior warrior, trying her best to seem as though she had heard him walk in knowing good and well she hadn't. For Coldkit; changing her life around had been easy. She was still so young and had so little to do outside of the kits den that not much had changed other than her lack of sight and pain. While it didn't bother her so much now; it certainly would in the moons to follow. She still hadn't quite adjusted to the idea she would be blind forever. She believed somewhere deep down her vision would come back sometime. And aside from that; she was learning about things she enjoyed now and felt like she was getting attention. That was something she had never gotten before. That did make it easier for her to adjust.


    "It's better than trying to get the other kits to play with me." Coldkit said with a slight smile, brightness still evident behind her lifeless eyes. "Birdbones is great company- I learn something new everyday!" she said, before turning her head back to the herbs and taking in another deep breath of the mixtures of scents before her. "I'm trying to learn about them while I can. I probably won't be becoming an apprentice anytime soon.. Ya' know..." she said, some sadness peaking back in. "Since I can't see anymore."

    Usually she hated it when people messed with her stuff- Boasong surely knew the most that she liked things to be in a particular order and tended to get stressed out when it got moved around. With a bunch of horsetail clasped in her jaw from a... special delivery, the medic came across the little conversation, squeezing past (which was not difficult, given her twig-thin stature) and placing her collected herbs in the place she had allocated them. She seemed so content- though she likely wasn't, she was damn good at hiding it. In her trembling, obvious emotions, Birdbones envied her in some sort of horrible twisted way.


    "Hah, I'm glad you enjoy it... y'know, I did the- the same thing to Hawkmoth when I was stuck in here as a kit," Birdbones said, some humour on her face. Little Birdkit, frightened of everything to the point where she had exactly zero friends... boy, she hadn't changed much, huh? How... depressing. "You'll- you'll probably still be made an apprentice. Just because you can't see- it, it doesn't make you unable to be a warrior. We once had- had a leader with no eyes," She certainly did not want to make him a good example- WindClan's leader, exiled by his own Clan- but... in this instance she supposed he was inspiring... ish. Birdbones turned to Whitelightning, something of a grin on her face. "She's very good at telling the herbs apart... I'm, uh, sure you could see."


    Perhaps she should start looking for an apprentice soon.... neither her nor Boasong had one.

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    As Birdbones spoke, the kittens ears perked up. She would apologize for looking through her herbs, but it seemed they were already past that. Plus, Coldkit did this too often to truly apologize for it. "You were a kit in the medicine den too? Did you get attacked by a dog?" she asked, the light behind her eyes coming back as she caught glimpse of the grey blur of the female cat. Coldkit couldn't imagine Birdbones as ever being a kit, it surly was interesting enough for her of a concept. Then, Birdbones continued to speak. Birdbones was sure she would be an apprentices? She wondered what made her so sure, but the medicine cat seemed to answer her question for her. The mention of the dog made her fur perk up along her spine, but she quickly surpressed the last memory she had with sight. "Well- I don't think it's the right path for me anyway. If I can't be the best, then why even try." Coldkit said, her tone being somewhat reclusive. "You don't have to see herbs to tell them apart. But I can't hunt if I don't know where the prey is." She said, glancing back and forth at the blobs of color before her. Then she would lighten her tone back up to face where she assumed Whitelightning stood. "I only know a few, but once you know them it's hard to forget." she purred, trying to let the pride fill back up in her chest. As long as she was blind, she was allowed to be proud of what she could do, right?


    //this is an awful post ahh im sorry