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Post by Creeksong on Aug 15, 2013 23:30:42 GMT -6
A young apprentice made her way through the camp, rain pouring on her dark pelt. It was moonhigh, but that didn't pother her too much. Her yellow eyes glistened with worry as she made her way to the medicine's den, stopping a few feet inside to shake her pelt dry. She hadn't eaten in a few days, and her sleep was very messed up. And by messed up, she wasn't getting any.
She had been to stressed. Her sister was probably dead, and she found out her father was a player again. Turns out her parents didn't even care that she had been hiding from then for moons. The apprentice was utterly under too much stress. She tried to keep a sunny outlook, though, as she normally had. "Waspwing? Are you in here?" she questioned, sitting down. |
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Post by Waspwing on Aug 16, 2013 13:14:01 GMT -6
It had been such a soothing hunt. He had just caught a huge squirrel, or well, he had batted it out of a large tree. He always had been a fantastic climber. Suddenly a voice drifted into his dream. "Waspwing? Are you in here?" No. No no no no. His lively dream turned into darkness, which then turned into the appearance of his den. Now he was back into reality. His den was dark, and it was obvious that it was very late at night. Why did cats have to bother him so late at night?
Then he noticed who it was. A spear of pity pierced his heart, and he immediately got to his paws and hobbled over to the young apprentice, Creekpaw. He had watched her sister, Tuftpaw, leave for the Hunger Games over a half moon ago. "Oh..Is something wrong?" He tried not to smack himself in the face with one paw. Of course something was wrong, nobody came to his den just to chat. Or, well, he never let anyone anyway.
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Post by Creeksong on Aug 16, 2013 14:43:51 GMT -6
Creekpaw looked up as she saw the medicine cat hobble over to her, tilting her head to one side. She had never really met the medicine cat before, and she hadn't really heard much about him. She dipped her head in respect to him. "I'm sorry about waking you, Waspwing... I've been worried about Tuftpaw..." she muttered, looking at her paws. She remembered when her younger sister was born. She was so sickly her mother wouldn't let her play with her. She hadn't grown out of it that much, and now she had to fight to the death with other warriors.
The apprentice shuddered. "You see, she's my sister, and she was sick from the time she was a kit. I was uh, wondering if... if you know if she's in CloudClan?" she asked softly, trying to hold back the tears. Her ears flattened against her head, and she looked up at Waspwing, yellow eyes wide and wet with tears. "Please, you have to know something!" she cried, looking right into his eyes. |
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Post by Waspwing on Aug 17, 2013 10:58:11 GMT -6
Waspwing sighed and tried to think of what to say. How does one tell a small apprentice their sister has, most likely, died off? Finally he just shook his head. "Honestly...I don't know. I haven't had any dreams with Tuftpaw, or Cherrypaw, in them, and no other Cloudclan members have come to tell me about any deaths. For all I know everyone is still alive." He said, but then looked her back in the eye. "It's good to be hopeful in this type of situation. But...It couldn't hurt to try and prepare yourself for any grim news." He whispered, shuffling a little closer over to the black and white she-cat. This poor little cat would probably never see her sister again.
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Post by Creeksong on Aug 17, 2013 14:13:05 GMT -6
The apprentice felt a bit of hope for an instant, but knew that it was just hope. The chances of her sister living were so slim. She was even worried about Cherrypaw, but she didn't know her well enough to be too concerned. Creekpaw closed her eyes, resting her head against the medicine cat. A few sobs shook her.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, Waspwing... I just wanted to know if you knew anything..." she said, flattening her ears against her head. She took a deep breath, then breathed out, trying to calm herself. Tuftpaw... She backed up, nodding to him. "Thank you, though. You aren't as bad as a lot of cats say you are." she meowed, giving him a smile. I fixed your blockquote for you -- Laz |
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Post by Waspwing on Aug 17, 2013 18:52:39 GMT -6
Waspwing pressed his nose against Creekpaw's head as she leaned into him, trying to think of something to make her feel better. But before he could speak Creekpaw went on, and her words crushed him. He brushed his tail against her shoulder and smiled. "You weren't a bother." He purred, then realized he had never felt so much sympathy or empathy or whatever the right word is before. "Well I'm glad someone got to view my sympathetic side for once." He said somewhat jokingly.
"And, hey, I promise if I ever get a message from Cloudclan, be it good or bad, I'll come straight to you and Greenflare, alright?" Little did Waspwing know he'd soon meet Tuftpaw and Cherrypaw in a Half Moon Meeting.
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