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Post by Mirrored Light on Aug 4, 2009 11:13:06 GMT -5
The marks were throbbing again, leaving the cat unable not to hiss at herself. She was weak for not being able to bare the pain of a few bite marks from apprenticeship. Tail twitching, the ShadowClan warrior brushed against everything she could within her own territory. Despite the fact that so many patrols were to keep ThunderClan out, even the monsters couldn't seem to do it. They just continued getting into ShadowClan's business over and over again.
Scarpath was striding forward with confidence in her own home, into she had to snag herself on the ending point of dead brush. Reacting immediately, without thinking first, the she-cat ripped away only to find the branch covered in blood. The crimson liquid was beginning to run down her shoulder, turning her white paws red.
Of course, the splotched cat refused to go back to camp without finishing the patrol, even if it meant she had to limp the way, Scarpath would do it and finish the patrol alone. For what reason the she-cat had come out was a mystery; perhaps she had something to prove to herself. Maybe to get away from Lizardpaw's attitude in camp. In a few more steps, the she-cat managed to dive head-first into the wet ground. Her ears flattened, mentally ridiculing her own clumsy nature.
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Post by Fuzzybreath on Aug 4, 2009 11:46:33 GMT -5
Jayflight followed Scarpath on the patrol, he had finally recovered from the Dead Plains battle. He was glad to be getting out of camp, there were so many kits playing around that you can't find a single place just to sit down and eat. He turned his mind back onto the the patrol to see Scarpth paw. He was once a medicine cat so she needed cob webs. He looked around the trees hoping to find some cob webs, there perfect. Jayflight ran over there and got the cob webs. When he came back Scarpth was all wet.
"I got some cob webs for your paw." He said looking at the wet she-cat.
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Post by Mirrored Light on Aug 4, 2009 12:23:52 GMT -5
"My paw is fine!" The she-cat snapped, and licked it to a moderately pinkish color. Jayflight never did go into a deep training to be a Medicine Cat, guilt overtaking the warrior moments afterward. The tom was a decent cat, after all, almost a senior warrior and pretty reliable for ShadowClan. She sat still and allowed him to examine the old wound on her neck, the same one that had given Scarpath her name. In her head, she purred in amusement, imagining what it would be like if she had been named Mudpath instead. However, the moment died down quickly. Her fur prickled, but Scarpath refused to move and waited for him to 'treat' her. Tail flicking back and forth, the she-cat couldn't help but notice how strong the tom looked at the moment. Her ears felt a little hot, but the warrior ignored it. |
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Post by Fuzzybreath on Aug 4, 2009 12:35:54 GMT -5
Jayflight looked at her neck, mud got into it, she needs chervil so she doesn't get infected by the mud.
"Scarpath stay here, I need some chervil for your neck." He said looking around spotting it some what away.
He raced over and grabbed most of the chervil, yes very good he could hear Cloudfoot saying his medicine cat mentor at the time. He went back over to Scarpth and started chewing the plant until it was nice and soft. He rubbed it on Scarpath's neck down to her shoulder. He got the cob webs, now he was pulling out the pine nettles on putting it on her bleeding area.
"There all better." He said smiling.
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Post by Mirrored Light on Aug 4, 2009 12:43:28 GMT -5
Flustered, the she-cat flicked her tail in a sort of annoyance before muttering, "Thanks." She had a few monster-lengths to go before the Thunderpath patrol would be done; it looks like today wasn't the day to do it alone. Her blue eyes observed the surrounding area of the marsh, and making sure to be more careful, Scarpath wove her way around obstacles and stayed along the border, and yet, far enough away from the Thunderpath itself.
Her ears flattened at the thought of her accomplishment being pointless; she wanted to prove her strength, to get away, and so many more things. Perhaps getting away from all the cats wasn't needed though, and so the she-cat stopped to look over her shoulder. She waited to see if Jayflight wanted to walk with her for now, and ignored the slight sting of herbs against her neck and the stained fur. Noting to herself to clean up later; she hesitated, and meowed, "You can come along if you want." She couldn't tell if he had intended to in the first place. |
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Post by Fuzzybreath on Aug 4, 2009 12:49:21 GMT -5
Jayflight looked up at Scarpath he was hunting but he could help her if she wanted him to come along. He could still hunt and patrol with Scarpath. He felt something happen to him, he was getting hotter. Did he like this she-cat? Or was it the heat? His heart was pumping heart, he had to give an answer.
"Sure I can finish the patrol with you." He said walking over to Scarpath.
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Post by Mirrored Light on Aug 4, 2009 13:29:49 GMT -5
Staying silent, the air between the two warriors seemed to have changed. There was something that was just... different. More than Clanmates. Her mouth stayed shut though, as the territory passed by she was aware of everything. Each heartbeat felt like a whole moon; his prescence was effecting her. She glanced at Jayflight, wondering what would have happened had the tom been her mentor. He was nearly a senior warrior, and she was only a moon out of the apprentice's den. Yet, she was wondering how the two cats would work out as mates.
Her ears relaxed, and she tried to allow them to cool down. There was no reason to get flustered over it at all, looking for a mate should be normal, it wasn't like she was serious in love. It was just a crush... admiration, he probably didn't like the she-cat very much. Scarpath began to wonder what about her could be attractive, finding that she could think of nothing within a few moments, the ShadowClan cat gave up on complex thoughts. |
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Post by Fuzzybreath on Aug 4, 2009 14:00:43 GMT -5
Jayflight looked at Scarpath, her blue eyes were beautiful. He could remember when she was an apprentice, she didn't have so many scars. She was amazing but she wouldn't like him. He could smell her sweet scent, it was calling to him. She was just made a warrior, he was almost a senior warrior. He did have his heart on becoming deputy of ShadowClan but Scarpath was more.
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Post by Mirrored Light on Aug 4, 2009 14:39:41 GMT -5
Evevntually, the two reached their destination, where the Thunderpath met the corner of Carrionplace. Wrinkling her nose at the discusting scent of crow-food, the ShadowClan warrior began to change her course back to camp. Now that her duty was done, she could at least bother to bring a bit of prey back into the camp. Dropping into a hunting position and crawling ahead of Jayflight was simple, as a squirrel came into view, the she-cat was even more careful. Her tail checked the wind, her paw steps was soft, until she lunged forward and had the squirrel under her paws, still alive. Unsheathing her claws as she held it killed the rodent almost immidiately, once its body went limp the warrior carried the squirrel between her jaws. She continued padding foreward, as if nothing had happened, and tried to ignore Jayflight. Unfortunately, it just made her ever more aware of him than before, and Scarpath couldn't help noting how handsome he was. |
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Post by Fuzzybreath on Aug 4, 2009 15:35:53 GMT -5
Jayflight looked at Scarpath, she was beautiful. He opened his mouth trying to smell any prey, soon he smelled a frog. He got into a hunting crouch, stalking lightly on the forest floor. He leaped at the frog killing with a swipe of the claw. He looked at his prey, his fur was now standing on ends. He had some prey now he wanted to go back to camp. He had to get away from Scarpath, he liked her by why would she like him? He couldn't help his self when he made a purr, he stopped after awhile. His ear were on fire. He had to get away.
"Um I better get back to camp to um...help clean the elders den." He said running away.
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Post by Mirrored Light on Aug 4, 2009 17:05:12 GMT -5
He ran away, the Scarpath only watched, tail twitching in amusement. Once the tom had disappeared from sight, she padded after, and in moments reached the camp to drop her kill in the pile. The day had been long, and she was ready for a nap. Stretching and then traveling once again into the warrior's den. She closed her blue eyes and circled around her nest before getting comfortable with the familiar scent of pine needles and crows' feathers. Everything was warm... vaguely reminding her of the tom, but for the moment she tried not to think about life and let sleep claim her. Of course, it only happened for a bit, before the she-cat's belly started to rumble and awaken her. Spitting a few curses, she wandered back outside, checking the time. It was mid-afternoon now, the best time to go out hunting again. |
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