wack a mole [p]

[Blackthorn Jean-Jacques Leroy]

I had my shoulder injury to look after and I'd been seeking treatment from Willowpool and Crowwing. But of course we all secretly knew I hated wasting herbs on myself and I only really let them so I could see Willowpool. I had been staying in the den for about a moon now. My injuries obtained on my shoulder were severe and I'd been doing better. I had to exercise my joint often because it often felt stiff and painful.

I lifted my head from my paws, seeing Willow. A smile crept on my expression. "Hey, Willowpool."

[Willowpool]

I turned and raised a brow at our little house guest. I whipped my tail and I walked forwards, giving a cautious sniff. "You don't smell like your dying so, why bother me when I'm sorting herbs?" I sat down in front of him regardless, bushy tail sweeping around my feet as I tilted my head to the side with a curious glance. "What's up, pup?" It was a common phrase I used around Blackthorn, but I didn't dare let anyone else hear the silly quality to my tone. I had to look like Ms. Evil Medicine Cat.

[Blackthorn Jean-Jacques Leroy]

I snorted. "I'm hard to kill, you know." I grinned cheekily. I seemed to be, at least. A lot of my family had passed in the year, but I remained standing. Even after being attacked several times by predators and other cats. "I try and bother you all the time, how is this new?" I flicked an ear, my stub of a tail flicking.

"I am a sick patient. You aren't doing a very good job if you aren't paying attention to me." I pouted. "Well, wussup with you?"

[Willowpool]

I rolled my eyes and gave a confident stare. "Oh, yeah? Maybe those berries I slipped into your last treatment might get fended off then. What do you think?" My smile was completely innocent, but the humor in my eyes wouldn't leave to make the joke more believable. "Just kidding," I said with a wink. "Yeah and the probability of me slipping those berries in your treatment is becoming more and more likely each time."

I gave a snort and my lips quirked up in a smile. "Awe, poor baby just wants to lure me in and do things that should not be done to a medicine cat to me," I said in a matter 'o fact tone; although my voice was quieter. "You know, just sorting herbs... hoping my idiot son doesn't get killed whilst being a deputy. Nothing much."