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Post by Breezetail on Jun 30, 2020 16:52:32 GMT -6
Breezetail rested in the medicine cat den. She was taking stock of her supplies, counting her herbs and making sure that she had everything stocked. Her nose travelled along the rock ledge that served as a shelf for her medicines, taking in all the unique fragrances of the various herbs. Hmm. Her poppyseed supply was low. She made a mental note to let a warrior know so that they can ask their apprentice the errand.
She was about to note the cobwebs she had when she heard a rustling at the entrance of the medicine cat den. A soft sigh escaped her lips. This newcomer had visited her so many times that she recognised him by the very sound of his footsteps.
Turning around, the maine coon took stock of the warrior at her entrance. Her yellow eyes fell towards the cricket gingerly held within his jaws. "Thrushcloud, I don't know how many times I have to tell you this. I can't do it."
Contained within her voice was exasperation but the softness in her eyes betrayed her affection for the caring warrior.
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Post by Thrushcloud on Jun 30, 2020 18:30:18 GMT -6
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbod"]Since his kithood, Thrushcloud had displayed an unnatural attachment to insect-life. He'd always been the oddball out to step in and save one; but, sometimes, it didn't work out. Many times he had found his paws drive him toward the Medicine Cat's den, with an injured insect gingerly held in maw, to seek the MC's expertise in order to save it. Yet, many times had that turned sour – it was always too late or impossible for her to heal his small insect “friends.”
Today, despite now being a Warrior and well beyond kithood, proved to be no different in terms of his hopefulness. He'd discovered a wounded cricket, just outside of camp; it couldn't jump or sing anymore, as half of it's legs were now torn away from it's delicate body. He'd picked it up instinctively and rushed it to Breezetail's den, a concerned expression etched deeply into his dual-toned facade.
'Thrushcloud, I don't know how many times I have to tell you this. I can't do it.'
He laid the suffering cricket before her, a mournful glint in his eyes, “A-are you sure?”
He honestly couldn't count the amount of times that line of words had spilled from his mouth toward the healer, but he couldn't give up hope. After all, what if one day it paid off? And he was able to save an innocent life by his intervention?
He waited patiently, and optimistically, for her true assessment. [attr="class","reasontag"] Breezetail - rip thrush and his continued hopeful naivety.. but maybe one day.. it'll pay off? [googlefont=Fjalla One][newclass=.reason]width:400px;padding:5px;border:5px #f5a742 solid;[/newclass][newclass=.reasonbod]padding:20px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.reasonbod b]color:#f5a742;[/newclass][newclass=.reasontag]background-color:#fac175;padding:10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#fff;letter-spacing:1px;border:2px #f5a742 solid;[/newclass] |
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Post by Breezetail on Jul 2, 2020 15:14:07 GMT -6
Although this was not the first time Breezetail had found herself face to face with Thrushcloud in the medicine cat den (and it certainly won't be the last), the medicine cat found difficulty in being annoyed at the warrior. So many of her patients these days were either cranky or dejected. It was vastly refreshing to bee with such a hopeful cat. not that she could fault the others – nobody liked being sick and vulnerable. It only made sense that they would last out, and frequently being the nly cat in vicinity, Breezetail was often the target.
Breezetail busied herself with looking at her insectoid 'patient', if only so that Thrushcloud would not see her rapidly developing blush. She set the cricket don in a soft bed of leaves and took note of its pitiful state. It wasn't that Breezetail didn't want to help, despite how ridiculous it was to treat a bug, but it was not that she could not.
"Thrushcloud…" she said slowly, "This cricket is missing half its legs." Start ff with something he could agree with. "If this was a cat, I'd be giving them poppy seeds and readying them for Starclan." Then came bad news.
"But we can try to keep it comfortable to the best of our ability." End on a positive note.
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Post by Thrushcloud on Jul 2, 2020 18:53:23 GMT -6
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbod"]Thrushcloud felt his heart skip a beat as Breezetail began her investigation of the creature. There was a part of him that knew the answer, but, the other half simply couldn't help but hold out hope that after all these moons the Medicine Cat might've figured out a curative secret.
Then she spoke the words he logically had known to come. Yet nonetheless his frown was quick to reveal itself as his ears dropped. “I was just holding out hope that you'd of.. discovered something new, I guess. Maybe one day it won't be too late.”
Truth be told, Thrushcloud didn't really know why he appreciated insect life so much. He supposed it was because he had watched them so often, living their lives like clan cats do. They all seemed to work under a system of laws, to ensure the survival of their respective clans. Ants and bees were prime examples; each had their own hives and anthills, disconnected from the next. Just like the cat clans of the forest. A part of him couldn't help, then, to think that perhaps they were as sentient as cats. And since they weren't exactly prey animals, then one may as well help them when they could, eh?
Besides, they were small and small things needed protecting.
“Thank you, Breezetail, but maybe it'd be best to just put it out of it's misery if there's no hope of survival?” Sometimes, he knew, that was the best gift you could give something that was suffering.
“I can do it, though. I had thought of it before bringing it in.. but.. I had just wanted to have faith that there was another option.” He knew how silly he sounded, but his quirkiness was not something he was ashamed of. He had his reasons, after all, and without proof of them being thoughtless-feelingless creatures, he'd proudly remain the Savior and Friend of Bugs. [attr="class","reasontag"] Breezetail - sorry for the ramble LOL it was time to explore thrush's reasoning for caring so much about the buggies [googlefont=Fjalla One][newclass=.reason]width:400px;padding:5px;border:5px #f5a742 solid;[/newclass][newclass=.reasonbod]padding:20px;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.reasonbod b]color:#f5a742;[/newclass][newclass=.reasontag]background-color:#fac175;padding:10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#fff;letter-spacing:1px;border:2px #f5a742 solid;[/newclass] |
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Post by Breezetail on Jul 10, 2020 0:25:24 GMT -6
It broke Breezetail's heart to see how crushing her words were to Thrushcloud. Her heart ached to wrap the tom in her bushy tail and press her pelt against his flank so that her physical warmth could comfort him where her lack of healing expertise could not. Instead, she settled with an affectionate but platonic lick of the tom's ear.
Put the creature out of its misery? "That would be a good idea." She meowed. But she was not looking at the cricket. After all, Breezetail's true patient here was a sad tom. "Would you like me to be with you when you do it or would you prefer privacy?"
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Post by Thrushcloud on Jul 12, 2020 1:18:08 GMT -6
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbod"]Thrushcloud purred appreciation toward her show of comfort. Had it been any other cat, he might of felt embarrassed for his obvious display of disappointment over the fate of the insect. But, Breezetail had witnessed his concern over such matters since his youth. She almost felt like the older sister he never had: someone he could shamelessly confide in with all the silly things that might conflict him.
“I guess.. whatever you desire.” He bunted his head into her cheek, thanking her for everything, before he slinked toward the agonizing cricket. And in one quick, unhesitating movement, he crushed the creature beneath his paw; his aim true, as the center of pad was directed toward the cricket's head. [googlefont=Fjalla One][newclass=.reason]width:400px;padding:5px;border:5px #f5a742 solid;[/newclass][newclass=.reasonbod]padding:20px;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.reasonbod b]color:#f5a742;[/newclass][newclass=.reasontag]background-color:#fac175;padding:10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#fff;letter-spacing:1px;border:2px #f5a742 solid;[/newclass] |
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Post by Breezetail on Jul 19, 2020 4:41:32 GMT -6
Breezetail's heart skipped a beat as Thrushcloud bunted his head against her cheek. All she could think about afterwards was the warm impression he had left there, and she did not pay too much attention to the cricket's head being crushed.
She padded her way close to the tom and gingerly began to wrap the cricket's body in dried leaves. "We should bury the poor guy." The medicine cat murmured. Of course, her apparent show of respect towards the bug was to impress dear Thrushcloud.
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Post by Thrushcloud on Jul 19, 2020 16:40:25 GMT -6
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbod"]“Your struggle is over, little one.” He whispered, before stepping back for Breezetail to wrap it up as she so often did with herbs – her expertise apparent. “That sounds like a wonderful idea! I bet he'd love to be back in the forest. Would you walk there with me?”
“If, if you're not busy, anyways.” His amber discs explored the den, noting that she didn't appear to have any patients at this time. None bound to the den itself, anyways. Nonetheless, he wouldn't want to drag her away from her important duties if she had stocks to refill. [attr="class","reasontag"] Breezetail - i feel so bad for breeze haha [googlefont=Fjalla One][newclass=.reason]width:400px;padding:5px;border:5px #f5a742 solid;[/newclass][newclass=.reasonbod]padding:20px;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.reasonbod b]color:#f5a742;[/newclass][newclass=.reasontag]background-color:#fac175;padding:10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#fff;letter-spacing:1px;border:2px #f5a742 solid;[/newclass] |
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Post by Breezetail on Jul 29, 2020 22:50:47 GMT -6
"Of course." Breezetail nodded, jumping on the opportunity to spend time with Thrushcloud. Indeed, she was not busy, but even if she was… the medicine cat shamefully would have tried to excuse herself for the young warrior regardless.
With that, she gave Thrushcloud space to carry out the cricket and tried her best to appear sombre next to him. This was supposed to be a makeshift funeral after all.
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