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    GRIZZLYPAW

    SHADOWCLAN MCA / TAGS & INFO


    He was a monster, a half faced devil, a titan sized behemoth. But despite his gruesome appearance, Grizzlypaw did not smell of blood and decay, of death and war. No, the soft scent of herbs danced upon his thick coat of earthen hued fur, mingling with the aroma of ShadowClan, his home. The over-sized apprentice found himself at the edge of the forest, but this time, he wasn't lost. Tansyface's words hung heavy in his mind. BloodClan and ThunderClan had battled. But why? He had so many questions, and many of which were personal. Now with a few memories of his past life, Grizzlypaw desired to know more of his previous self, Nathanos, former king of BloodClan. And so, with several reasons guiding his paws toward BloodClan's faded, former border line, Grizzlypaw trekked on.


    The greenery of cold grass and emerald trees soon transformed into gritty pavement, the scent of crowfood heavy upon the wintry breeze that chilled the tip of his nose and brushed through tickled whiskers. Once upon a time, BloodClan had ruled these streets. Now, their scent was faded, crisscrossed with those of kittypets and loners that took advantage of the closing borders. But that didn't mean BloodClan was entirely absent from this man-made world. No, some still prowled this shadowy landscape on occasion, hunting and patrolling. Grizzlypaw hadn't a clue as to where the BloodClan camp was, so he merely wandered the streets, doing his best to remember the way out.

    ———— HEMERA ————

    DO NOT PUT ME IN YOUR POOR, PREJUDICE CAGE


    Being in BloodClan's camp has become suffocating.


    Although Hemera appreciates the hospitality that Ryland and everyone else has shown her, the lingering stench of battle dizzied her; from the metallic aroma of blood to the scent of injury and poorly used herbs. She has heard stories of healers from other clans, who used plants and flowers to keep themselves from getting infections and anything else that could be fatal. The stories were told by Aspen, a past WindClan cat that had told her about an arrangement of herbs that could be used for certain injuries. The feline tsked at the thought. If Aspen was so interested, why was he busy letting his anger out on her instead of helping the injured of the clan?


    Maybe he was also an outlying factor of why she couldn't be around other cats in BloodClan. Maybe it was the guilt that he's slowly projected onto her that made her despise seeing the injuries on her clanmates while she only had a few scratches. Either way, she had found herself patrolling the territory by herself in order to give herself the ability to breathe. Ryland had spoken about a past camp for BloodClan, one a bit of a walk West from the current territory. Maybe visiting the old camp could give herself a sense of belonging and lift the looming cloud of guilt that rained in her mind.


    Her paws met the the asphalt of the road, her pads meeting the radiating warmth from the sunlight that the road had absorbed. Despite living in the city for most of her life, the feeling of the road was unfamiliar because of the amount of time she's spent pawing at dirt and grass. The faded scent of BloodClan lingered in the area, proving that she was on the right path. The scent of other, unrecognizable cats mingled with that of BloodClan's; some were past scents, but a recent scent flooded her senses when a cool breeze rustled her fur. Deciding to investigate further, the feline prowled forward with her gaurd up, blue eyes scanning the area for any threats.


    Hemera's eyes widened upon sighting a behemoth sized tomcat that adorned a torn face as an accessory. He was seemingly sniffing around, something that caused a feeling of unease to settle in Hemera's stomach. If this stranger were to be agressive, she couldn't beat him in a fight; that was just a fact. If she took a more passive approach to dealing with this cat, she would have more of a chance to survive the encounter.


    "What are you doing sniffing around BloodClan's old territory?" Hemera question, padding forward to reveal herself to the behemoth of a cat. Her stance exceeded the most confidence she could mustered, with her chin lifted and chest puffed out. Even when she was making herself seem as big as possible, she knew that she was nowhere near the size of this stranger. She only hoped that he didn't have any ill-intentions


    "Speech."





    GRIZZLYPAW

    SHADOWCLAN MCA / TAGS & INFO


    A voice jumped into his mind, like a jack in a box popping free of it's container, if Grizzlypaw had been more skittish, he might have flinched. Turning his scorching vision upon the BloodClanner, he drew in her scent through flaring nostrils, over-sized paws drawing him closer as a curiousness glimmered amidst boiling optics. Of course, last time he had gotten lost here, some cat had attacked him, but this little lass seemed less inclined to be aggressive, so perhaps they could use words instead of talons. "Curiosity." The herbal smelling ShadowClanner responded boldly, his voice like thunder dripping past his scarred maw. "I heard ThunderClan and BloodClan had a fight. Is it true?" Grizzlypaw's soul piercing vision raked across the stranger's form as he waited silently for an answer. Distrust glowed orange amidst his fiery gaze, but his vocals were smooth and non hostile.

    ———— HEMERA ————

    DO NOT PUT ME IN YOUR POOR, PREJUDICE CAGE


    "BloodClan's business is none of your concern, especially if you're only curious." Hemera spat, her blue eyes narrowing as she studied the tom in front of her. He was obviously a clan cat; his knowledge of ThunderClan and BloodClan as well as the scar across his face proved that much as true. But, she didn't recognize the scent that clung to his pelt. Aspen had smelled slightly of WindClan when she met him, and she recognized the scents of BloodClan and ThunderClan pretty well by now.


    But, amongst the unfamiliar scent was also the sweet smell of herbs; some familiar to Hemera from her time within the clan cats. Perhaps he was here to help? BloodClan was at an unfair advantage compared to everyone else. All of them have Medicine Cats, dedicated to helping the clan with different plants and flowers. The entire idea was intriguing to Hemera, but BloodClan didn't even have that type of rank. The clan was far less knowledgable on the matter, and they didn't have access to the same resources.


    "I'm sorry," Hemera mumbling, bowing her headd as a form of apology, "it hasn't been easy for BloodClan, but it's not an excuse for me to make another enemy." The calico lifted her head back up, blue gaze meeting the medicine cat's yellow one. Just because BloodClan was wronged by ThunderClan doesn't mean she should shut every clan cat out from her life. He could be here to help, and that's all that mattered. "ThunderClan attacked a peaceful BloodClan patrol before raiding our camp during a meeting. They attacked with more hostility than we had, fighting even kits that barely became tyros."


    "Speech."





    GRIZZLYPAW

    SHADOWCLAN MCA / TAGS & INFO


    Grizzlypaw hardly took offense to the spitting words. He would have said the same, had some stranger come to ShadowClan to question their ways. The huge tom merely blinked in agreement, for indeed, it was none of his concern. But he had many more questions to ask, and so he wouldn't leave just yet. Parting strong jaws, the healer prepared to speak, when suddenly the BloodClanner before him went on. Her tune had changed, her tone of voice. She mumbled an apology, before moving on to an explanation. For a moment, Grizzlypaw's one golden eye widened with both shock and surprise. ThunderClan had really done that? Attack unprovoked in such a fashion, lashing out at mere children? Of course, the youth was unaware of the truth of the history between ThunderClan and BloodClan, but even if he were familiar with the stories, he never would have condoned such a ruthless attack.


    "Why would they do that?" The healer inquired, mostly to himself as his mind wandered onward, brooding on ideas, contemplating whether or not this she-cat was lying to him to garner his concern. He couldn't know for sure, but if ThunderClan had committed such a foul attack, then clearly something was wrong with their leader. Returning his bold focus back toward the BloodClanner, Grizzlypaw spoke once more, his voice like thunder dripping past scarred jaws, "You lot are alright though, right? Yer medicine cats are doin' their jobs?" BloodClan had medicine cats, right? They were a clan, after all. Of course, he remembered Tansyface's words about BloodClan not too long ago, that they were dangerous and lacked a code. The tom followed the warrior code as closely as he could himself, despite being a medicine cat apprentice. But this BloodClanner seemed decent enough. She hadn't attacked him, hadn't mimicked all the tales of ruthless BloodClanners that lured young cats to their graves. No, she seemed peaceful enough. Perhaps he shouldn't judge so quickly.

    ———— HEMERA ————

    DO NOT PUT ME IN YOUR POOR, PREJUDICE CAGE


    "Medicine cat?" Hemera questioned his words with disbelief towards his lack of knowledge. Surely, all the clans should know that BloodClan wasn't built the same way as them? They followed their oh-so-strict code, which ThunderClan often breaks apparently. The molly snorted, shaking her head at the medicine cat in front of her, "no, we don't have a medicine cat. Some cats know some stuff about herbs, but most of us don't know anything. From what I've heard from past forest cats, we also have a lot less herbs than you guys do."


    "I guess you could say we're getting by," Hemera responded to his question, though her words didn't hold any hint of confidence. Although BloodClan had one their fight, some wounds might get infected without any proper treatment. Without anyone knowledgable enough about the subject, it would be dangerous or even fatal to attempt to use their stock of herbs left behind by past generations, "some cats know how to use cobwebs and poppy seeds, but anything past that is beyond our knowledge."


    Hemera's gaze flicked over the behemoth of a forest cat in front of her, trying to analyze the entirety of the situation. Why was he so curious about BloodClan's situation? Most forest cats, from what she's seen, think of BloodClan as ruthless cats who kill innocent cats; they were a horror story told to kittens to make them afraid of exceeding the boundaries. Yet, here was this medicine cat of another clan, intrigued by the battle between ThunderClan and BloodClan. "What are you doing here, medicine cat? Surely, you aren't here to sight-see BloodClan's old territory?[/b]"





    GRIZZLYPAW

    SHADOWCLAN MCA / TAGS & INFO


    BloodClan didn't have a medicine cat? And they didn't follow a code. Then why were they called BloodClan, if they weren't truly a clan? Was it some ironic spin meant to cause confusion or mockery? Grizzlypaw couldn't know for sure. He was still new to this world, and new to it's customs. But knowing that ThunderClan had done such a thing made his mangled face burn with agitation. Tansyface had said that BloodClan were the dangerous ones, the threats to their way of life. Clearly, she had failed to mention that ShadowClan's neighbors were just as ruthless. "I'm sorry you've got to deal with that. Are there many injuries?" The apprentice inquired boldly, but it would seem this BloodClanner had a question as well. Why was he here? The youth thought for a moment, re-collecting his thoughts.


    "I recently discovered some things about me former self. That he was leader here in BloodClan. I wanted to know more about him, but clearly BloodClan isn't a good place to visit right now. Perhaps I can help in some way?" Nathanos had been cruel, and while Grizzlypaw was known to be temperamental and firm, he was far from vicious. If these cats were injured due to an unwarranted attack by ThunderClan, then he should offer some assistance, should he not? This she-cat...she was a feline, just like him. He couldn't let her clan-mates die just because their neghbors decided to play devil for a day. "Maybe...if you don't have a medicine cat, you should." Grizzlypaw sounded uncertain for a moment. He didn't trust BloodClan one bit, but if they were in critical condition from a bunch of foul code breakers, then perhaps he should be willing to extend his paw. "I could teach you a few things, if ya want? I don't have any herbs with me right now, but I can give ya a run down of them and we could...take a walk toward the woods outside of ShadowClan and look fer some herbs I could show ya." He didn't want any kids to die because of what ThunderClan had done. He'd hate himself for allowing that to happen.

    ———— HEMERA ————

    DO NOT PUT ME IN YOUR POOR, PREJUDICE CAGE


    "Not too many; mainly just scratches and cuts here and there. Everyone's mainly hoping they don't get infected," Hemera replied, her gaze drifting as she thought over every BloodClan cat that participated in the raid. Once her mind locked on to a particular feline, her diplomatic expression quickly turned towards a grimace. Valentine, a kit that had just barely been pronounced a tyro moments before the battle, was one of the only cats that faced serious injury. With multiple scabbed wounds across her stomach, a headache that's lasted for days, and a gouge bitten out of her should, not many could help her; especially with the combination of lack of materials and lack of knowledge. "Actually, there's one kit. She just became a tyro, but her wounds are still pretty extensive; and given to her by a grown warrior."


    Her last sentence was snorted out, a tinge of disgust lingering on her tongue as she spoke. When Ryland had announced that ThunderClan was full of 'baby-eaters', she thought he was overexaggerating. It only took her seeing Valentine around camp for her to know that his statement was completely true. "What type of of forest clan ridicules us for not having an honorable code, but goes and breaks their own code on the daily?" She was irritated, that much was obvious. From what she could tell, ThunderClan was just filled with hypocrites looking to bring the forest justice by wailing on the children of murderous BloodClan. "No offense to your people, but the forest cats need to rethink their morals. They're no worse than an organized group of rogue's at this point."


    Hemera's chocolate-colored ears twitched with interest when the tom began talking about his intent in BloodClan's old territory. A forest cat interested in helping? Surprising, but of course he had his old intent. This talk about having a former self wasn't new to her; Wrathion was Sheogorath reborn, according to him. Who was she to judge? Who knows, maybe she could be reborn into her own descendants. However that works, at least. Surely these cats would have to believe in a higher being in order for that to happen. The calico quickly shook those thoughts from her head; they were far too complicated for her to worry herself over, for they would surely only bring questions that this tom would not want to be bombarded with.


    "I'm sure that our clan could accept your help and we could give you the answers you need in exchange," Hemera assured, hoping that Sergei or Ryland wouldn't have her pelt for offering sanctuary to this clan cat not too long after their battle with ThunderClan. He seemed like a pacifist, or else he wouldn't allow her to use words over claws. What truly piqued her interest was his offer to teach her about medicine. Would he truly do that? "I would love for you to teach me. Not only would I be extremely grateful, but I'm sure BloodClan would be in your debt for even helping in the slightest."




    "Speech."





    GRIZZLYPAW

    SHADOWCLAN MCA / TAGS & INFO


    To think that a full grown warrior would attack a mere child with such savagery. Grizzlypaw found his hatred toward ThunderClan growing by the moment. His tattered ears pricked as the BloodClanner went on, speaking of the warrior code with such distaste. He couldn't help but feel an ounce of agreement. Forest cats liked to lean so desperately upon their code, but were so willing to break it when it suited them. He had witnessed treachery himself, and he had only been in ShadowClan for a few moons. The tabby brute was starting to wonder if StarClan had abandoned them all because of the ruthless behavior of some foul forest cats. The thought prompted the half faced devil to narrow his one scorching eye with disgust.


    "The forest cats have much to work on. They do follow their warrior code. They just make sure to break it whenever they feel the need, claiming circumstances are a valid excuse for treachery." Grizzlypaw growled, his vocals like dark venom dripping past lethal fangs. But this BloodClanner had agreed to his offer of help, and he now found himself even more eager to assist, to right the wrongs of ThunderClan. He would teach this she-cat the way of herbs, then. "I'm Grizzlypaw, by the way. What's yer name?" If he was going to be teaching her, then they'd might as well get better acquainted.

    ———— HEMERA ————

    DO NOT PUT ME IN YOUR POOR, PREJUDICE CAGE


    BloodClan did have their rules, that much was true. They followed everything their leader said, they respected the higher ranks, and more roles that consisted of their own morals. Even though these rules were different than the forest cats rules, they followed those rules as if their life depended on it. It was hypocritical of the other clans to criticize BloodClan for their set of rules when the same cats would just break their own code whenever they see fit, and Hemera was glad to see that Grizzlypaw somewhat agreed.


    "My name's Hemera." The calico responded, a friendly smile growing on her maw. The molly couldn't help but feel a flurry of excitement in her chest. If Grizzlypaw were to teach her medicine, she would be a huge help to her clan. Ever since her run from the rogues, the idea of battle never really excited her the way it would for other clan cats. The only thing that caused her to fight in the ThunderClan raid was her endearment for Aspen, but he was mad at her for that. Shaking the memory of their argument from her mind, Hemera continued, "What's the start to medicine, though? BloodClan knows about cobwebs and poppy seeds, but what else is there that a cat could know about?"





    GRIZZLYPAW

    SHADOWCLAN MCA / TAGS & INFO


    Hemera? An interesting name. But moving onto her inquiry, Grizzlypaw let loose a gentle chuckle of amusement, before parting his lacerated jaws to respond, "Oh there's a lot more than just cobwebs and poppy seeds, my dear." The medicine cat apprentice answered smoothly, his thickly furred tail coiling through the bitter air behind him as he recalled all the herbs he knew about. "And by the way, poppy seeds are rather dangerous. Don't give too many, and certainly don't give any to cats with head injuries. It could kill them." He felt like that information was important, but with a charming grin, the boy moved on, "There's marigold, a bright orange flower. It's helps with bleeding and prevents infection. There's goldenrod, another bright flower, excellent fer promoting the healing of wounds. There's chervil, a sweet smelling plant that cures infections. And a lot more, too." Grizzlypaw finished, proud of his ability to recall so many herbs. His training was paying off.

    ———— HEMERA ————

    DO NOT PUT ME IN YOUR POOR, PREJUDICE CAGE


    Fascinating. The knowledge that this medicine cat had was absolutely fascinating to her. The mention of taking too many poppy seed brought her mind to Sergei, the clan deputy. Word has gone around that he's gained a reliance to the seeds, and she's even seen him take some. The molly wouldn't question him on it, especially if he seemed healthy enough. Presently, Sergei probably knew more about poppy seed measurements than she did.


    The more Grizzlypaw spoke, the more questions she's gathered into her head. The insatiable thirst for knowledge was a familiarity she hardly gained, but it was coursing through her at this very moment. These herbs could've been used after the raid and maybe they could still be used now. "Do you know if they're around BloodClan territory? I've heard of goldenrod before, and I knew a cat named Marigold, but I've never seen any of them before."


    "Speech."





    GRIZZLYPAW

    SHADOWCLAN MCA / TAGS & INFO


    Grizzlypaw shrugged, "I dunno, lass. I don't know much about BloodClan territory. Those herbs grow in sunny, woodland environments. Certainly not in the middle of twolegplace. Does BloodClan have a forest? Any fields? Meadows? Those are the best places to find herbs." The behemoth sized tom responded, his tone smooth and friendly, a delicate purr that drifted like thunder past his lacerated muzzle. "I suppose if you've got cats in need, I could go grab a few things from Oliveslip's den, later when she's not lookin'." Grizzlypaw smirked mischievously at the idea. Days ago he never would have considered doing such a thing, and for BloodClan, no less. But after hearing about what ThunderClan had done, after experiencing treachery and code breaking, what would be so wrong with him helping a few cats in desperate need?

    ———— HEMERA ————

    DO NOT PUT ME IN YOUR POOR, PREJUDICE CAGE


    "We have twoleg fields around the area!" Hemera responded, seemingly bouncing on her toes with excitment, "I think they said it was a farm over there? Unless it was a barn. I don't really know the difference." The molly flushed with with embarassment when she realized she couldn't recall most of the BloodClan territory. Ducking her head, she hoped that Grizzlypaw didn't think much of it.


    "I'm guessing Oliveslip is the ShadowClan medicine cat," the turkish angora mused, training in thought as she began to process his words, "I don't want you to get in trouble though. If the twoleg fields have anything, we could just take them from there, right?"


    -- aHh this is short



    GRIZZLYPAW

    SHADOWCLAN MCA / TAGS & INFO


    Fields were a good place to find herbs. Grizzlypaw chuckled lightly at the confusion regarding the difference between a farm and a barn. "A barn is a big twoleg nest on a farm." The medicine cat apprentice purred smoothly with amusement. "And yes, Oliveslip is me mentor. She's a nice enough lass." The titan responded in a silky tone. "Lead the way to yer fields, lass. We'll look fer herbs there." Grizzlypaw finished with a toothy grin.