Posts by mikkeh

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Constantreplay yawned, emerging from the den. Her brain writhed her with job after job and she felt slow and crippled with exhaustion. She slowly crept along the cool cave floor, eventually coming to the opening, mountains surrounding her on either side. Upon seeing the slight flash of Dewpaw, she grinned, glad for the help of the apprentice.

The medicine cat, ached with compulsion snaked her way back to the herbs, to begin her countless organization of the many herbs, based off smell, texture, and color. The process seemed never ending, the burden wearing the young cat out.

He heard the yowl, before he saw her dive into the hole/. He gasped, and without thought tore in towards her direction, his medicine knowledge kicking in. He went blank, the crack has erupted into his eardrums, his personality fading into a trained 'professional' with one idea, before he could even stop himself.

Constant doubled over her countings. 5... 5... 12... As if by the seventeenth time she'd counted, there'd magically be another berry, or maybe another horsetail. The cat sighed, but didn't budge. She sat there scanning her piles. It drove her insanely bonkers, but what was she to do? Not make sure she was well supplied? Ha! Like that was even possible. It was an aching nag in the back of her skull.

She sighed eventually, and perched herself up against the cave walls, eyes groggy and paws limp. "Constant there will always be the same amount as you counted last!" She said aloud, amusing herself, with her-to-believed witty sayings. She lay there, and eyed the piles, fighting the urge to count one last time.

Groaning, the shecat pushed herself through the den, and emerged through the cave opening, once again. She stifled, and yawned, smacking her maw lazily. It seemed as if work was never done, or never started, in any case. It seemed to control her thinking now these days.

She grumbled as she walk, talking to herself. As if she were discipling a child. "I need to stop" this and "What is wrong with you" that. She sighed for about the thousanth time today, and searched for the other medicine cats. Upon seeing Dewpaw and her father, she stared blankly. They were collecting. There would be more sorting later, she thought with a groan. Searching for shade, she found a platoe-like area, where the mountain had been weathered and mangled. She sat down, amused by the sweet air.

He snapped from his dazed trance and growled at the shecat. "You! You gave away my position you filthy mutt!"

She started to pace, his golden fur shining soothingly. "If Draco finds out i'll be dead! He'll demote me!" He groaned to himself, emotional agony ripping through him like blood.

Constant chuckled, as she could hear the apprentice's squeals from across the field. Dewpaw, you can sort as you wish! She thought, a goofy smile plastered on her maw. The young feline was always bustling to her own drum, even if the rest of the band was no where to be found.

He growled intently, his eye furious. You clanners have leaders, we have rulers." He growled, ignoring the second half of her question.

He talked fast and jumbled, but announced each word as carefully as he could. He nodded gently, and slowly rewiring his brain to remember this cat. Nope, he's not here. He frowned, staring down at the little grey ball and inhaled sharply. No scent coated him. Or at least from any clan or tribe he'd recognize. "Well Wheatley, you know where ya from?"

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He growled and shook his head violently, stepping back in smaller steps. "Don't you say anything. Don't you..." He whispered, mooring over the thought of running back to Draco, or taking chances in going to the camp, and leaving with a helpless little kit, for the Cause.

He nodded processing this, completely in awe. This kit, no older than a week or so, sat before him new-eyed and abandoned. Far enough from any other clans, so he ruled that out. The only reasonable explanation was humans, but those too were far from the edge of their territory. He grumbled to himself, contemplating his actions. He moved slowly, but rigid, rounding each movement with a dramatic twitch. Scared to freighten the kit, he looked at it calmly. What was he even to do? "What um... Are you uh hungry?"

Halfsight dwelled behind the shadowed hum of the trees, peering at tom's. It was already another tryout, as if there weren't ever enough openings it seemed. But that was relatively untrue. It was an honor to be a lifeguard, semi or not.

Sighing heavily, the small feline, strong for her size waltzed to the toms, her angular face scanning them over. She soon recognized Onenight and Firtree immediently. "Hey guys, whatcha doin'?" She asked, a goofy smile plastered on her face. She at, and stared back between the two cats, waiting for a response.

Lankrush dwelled behind the shadowy coldness from the back of the den, the half-injured shecat eyeing him suspiciously. She stared at him, fiery gold eyes boring into him as if she wanted to see his thoughts, but of course that was not possible. Clearly, he was from some other area, reeking of unfamiliar scent. She growled, not of anger towards the cat, but the pain stinging in the bottom of her paw.

She groaned at the early bird comment, not one for clichés, but offered a warm smile. "Hey Redfrost. But nah, Rapidstorm's got Dewpaw on it. Not like it matter though. It's a never ending process." She groaned, half-heartedly. Although the job made her tired and utterly dazed as she moved throughout the day, she adored the feeling of relieving pain, and causing smiles.

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