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Flintpaw was organizing herbs alone in the medicine den, sending reassuring smiles to the cats that were still recovering from bloodcough. Soon enough they'll be out of the den and well again, which is good for many reasons. Her mentor had been stressing constantly over her ability to cure enough cats before they... passed away, and with the 2 cats left in the den Blossompetal was bound to feel way better soon!
She had suggested Blossompetal go look for more herbs mostly to help her mentor relax, she didn't like the way she clawed restlessly at the ground and stayed awake far longer than necessary. Just a few more moons of training and Flintpaw would become a full medicine cat and help out more than she could as an apprentice!
Flintpaw glanced up at the dried branches and leaves that were weaved together to create the roof of the den. Some branches were weaved more loosely, showing flashes of the purple and red dusk sky. It would be night soon.. Hopefully Blossompetal was having a nice time out in their territory...
Movement of one of the sick cats caught her attention, getting up carefully to not disturb the herbs and padding over towards them. It was that dark brown warrior that had moved, Cinderstorm if Flintpaw remembered correctly? He was staring out the den entrance in shock, ears flattened against his head. What did he see? Was hallucinations part of the sickness?.. She didn't think so...
Stopping besides his nest, she gently poked him with a careful smile. "What's wrong? Did you see something weird?" His eyes snapped back to hers when she spoke, Flintpaw catching a flash of.. pity in his eyes? She turned to where he was staring previously, feeling all the warmth in her body vanish as she caught sight of Haretail carrying her mentor on her back. Cinderstorm mumbled something to her but she couldn't hear him, she stepped closer to the entrance to see more closely. Why was Haretail carrying Blossompetal? Was she injured? Why wouldn't she just walk?
Haretail stepped to the center of camp, stopping and dropping Blossom onto the ground with a dull thud. Her mentor didn't move from her place on the dirt, bloody red scars more visible on her side and throat. Haretail looked guilty as she stood over the motionless cat, her shoulders were hunched and her gaze looked around the camp in shame.
Flintpaw didn't realize she was wailing until she was somehow besides her dead mentor, face pressed against her cold fur which only grew colder with Flint's tears. Scorchclan was supposed to be burning, never losing its constant warmth. But everything felt cold to Flintpaw, all she could do was cry while she wished for Starclan to care for Blossompetal's spirit well. Would this have happened if Flintpaw didn't recommend searching for more herbs?
The small apprentice jumped at sudden warmth sliding by her side, meeting the sad eyes of Wheatstar and Rainscar. Her leader's tail felt burning against her own cold fur, it made her uncomfortable but she didn't dare to move. Wheatstar cast a grief-filled glance to Blossompetal's dead body before sitting down, facing towards Flintpaw. "This... This is a terrible circumstance for our clan. Blossompetal will be missed deeply, she was a worthy medicine cat." Flintpaw sniffed, doing nothing to stop her tears as she looked down at the gashes on her mentor. Both were deep enough to kill...
"Flintpaw, I know it's too soon and you're grieving over your lost mentor.. But you must step up in this time and go to the Moonstone."
Flintpaw frowned, looking back to Wheatstar in confusion as she moved to sit in eye-level with her. But she couldn't move her paw from her mentor... She couldn't.. "Wh.. Why should I g-go to the Moonstone?.."
It was a little hard to see the pity through Rainscar's stern gaze, but Wheatstar's had none as she continued speaking. "We can't leave the clan without a medicine cat, Flintpaw. The sickness in camp weakened us enough as it is, we need-" Flintpaw didn't want to hear the rest, fur bristling as she hunched over her dead mentor more defensively. "No! I haven't finished my training, I still have things to learn-"
She shook her head, anger growing at each second. Become a medicine cat?! Her training wasn't complete, she still had moons left of learning more complex things! She couldn't- Who would take her to be initiated?! Who would give her the final part of her name, would Starclan even take her as untrained as she is?-
"My mentor's blood hasn't even dried and you want me to become a full medicine cat?!" She shouted at Wheatstar, feeling no regret as her face fell to shock then anger.
Good.
"I am the leader of this clan, Flintpaw. We're to work together soon, do not start this partnership on anger before it's even begun! You're to become the medicine cat, there is no other option!" Her sandy colored fur was bristled, standing as she looked among the gathered cats around them. Her glare caught onto Haretail, shouting something about an explanation. Flintpaw didn't care, she cried bitterly as she pressed her head to her mentor's shoulders. Why did this happen.. Could she have stopped it?
The chattering around her grew into a muddled mess of words, feeling a chill travel along her fur as she continued her grieving over Blossompetal.

when ur mentor dies before ur ready and u yell at the leader

Wheatstar CherryDrip
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Description
Flintpaw was organizing herbs alone in the medicine den, sending reassuring smiles to the cats that were still recovering from bloodcough. Soon enough they'll be out of the den and well again, which is good for many reasons. Her mentor had been stressing constantly over her ability to cure enough cats before they... passed away, and with the 2 cats left in the den Blossompetal was bound to feel way better soon!
She had suggested Blossompetal go look for more herbs mostly to help her mentor relax, she didn't like the way she clawed restlessly at the ground and stayed awake far longer than necessary. Just a few more moons of training and Flintpaw would become a full medicine cat and help out more than she could as an apprentice!
Flintpaw glanced up at the dried branches and leaves that were weaved together to create the roof of the den. Some branches were weaved more loosely, showing flashes of the purple and red dusk sky. It would be night soon.. Hopefully Blossompetal was having a nice time out in their territory...
Movement of one of the sick cats caught her attention, getting up carefully to not disturb the herbs and padding over towards them. It was that dark brown warrior that had moved, Cinderstorm if Flintpaw remembered correctly? He was staring out the den entrance in shock, ears flattened against his head. What did he see? Was hallucinations part of the sickness?.. She didn't think so...
Stopping besides his nest, she gently poked him with a careful smile. "What's wrong? Did you see something weird?" His eyes snapped back to hers when she spoke, Flintpaw catching a flash of.. pity in his eyes? She turned to where he was staring previously, feeling all the warmth in her body vanish as she caught sight of Haretail carrying her mentor on her back. Cinderstorm mumbled something to her but she couldn't hear him, she stepped closer to the entrance to see more closely. Why was Haretail carrying Blossompetal? Was she injured? Why wouldn't she just walk?
Haretail stepped to the center of camp, stopping and dropping Blossom onto the ground with a dull thud. Her mentor didn't move from her place on the dirt, bloody red scars more visible on her side and throat. Haretail looked guilty as she stood over the motionless cat, her shoulders were hunched and her gaze looked around the camp in shame.
Flintpaw didn't realize she was wailing until she was somehow besides her dead mentor, face pressed against her cold fur which only grew colder with Flint's tears. Scorchclan was supposed to be burning, never losing its constant warmth. But everything felt cold to Flintpaw, all she could do was cry while she wished for Starclan to care for Blossompetal's spirit well. Would this have happened if Flintpaw didn't recommend searching for more herbs?
The small apprentice jumped at sudden warmth sliding by her side, meeting the sad eyes of Wheatstar and Rainscar. Her leader's tail felt burning against her own cold fur, it made her uncomfortable but she didn't dare to move. Wheatstar cast a grief-filled glance to Blossompetal's dead body before sitting down, facing towards Flintpaw. "This... This is a terrible circumstance for our clan. Blossompetal will be missed deeply, she was a worthy medicine cat." Flintpaw sniffed, doing nothing to stop her tears as she looked down at the gashes on her mentor. Both were deep enough to kill...
"Flintpaw, I know it's too soon and you're grieving over your lost mentor.. But you must step up in this time and go to the Moonstone."
Flintpaw frowned, looking back to Wheatstar in confusion as she moved to sit in eye-level with her. But she couldn't move her paw from her mentor... She couldn't.. "Wh.. Why should I g-go to the Moonstone?.."
It was a little hard to see the pity through Rainscar's stern gaze, but Wheatstar's had none as she continued speaking. "We can't leave the clan without a medicine cat, Flintpaw. The sickness in camp weakened us enough as it is, we need-" Flintpaw didn't want to hear the rest, fur bristling as she hunched over her dead mentor more defensively. "No! I haven't finished my training, I still have things to learn-"
She shook her head, anger growing at each second. Become a medicine cat?! Her training wasn't complete, she still had moons left of learning more complex things! She couldn't- Who would take her to be initiated?! Who would give her the final part of her name, would Starclan even take her as untrained as she is?-
"My mentor's blood hasn't even dried and you want me to become a full medicine cat?!" She shouted at Wheatstar, feeling no regret as her face fell to shock then anger.
Good.
"I am the leader of this clan, Flintpaw. We're to work together soon, do not start this partnership on anger before it's even begun! You're to become the medicine cat, there is no other option!" Her sandy colored fur was bristled, standing as she looked among the gathered cats around them. Her glare caught onto Haretail, shouting something about an explanation. Flintpaw didn't care, she cried bitterly as she pressed her head to her mentor's shoulders. Why did this happen.. Could she have stopped it?
The chattering around her grew into a muddled mess of words, feeling a chill travel along her fur as she continued her grieving over Blossompetal.

when ur mentor dies before ur ready and u yell at the leader

Wheatstar CherryDrip
Rainscar MixicleFH

60/192