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Post by nightlight on Mar 3, 2014 2:15:34 GMT
Through the glass in my bedroom window...
Angelkit lay outside the nursery, at the foot of a tree. The white she-cat was bored out
of her mind, and wanting to play. There were lots of kits to play with, like Sebastian, and
some other kits that nighty didn't roleplay. Though considering the she-cat spent less of
her time being incredibly social and more so keeping to herself, she grew more and more
of an interest in the shaman den. Deciding to go take a look, the little kit got to her paws
and bounced across the clearing. Angelkit was five moons old, nearly six, and would be soon
apprenticed. She really wanted to be a medicine cat, and heal wounded cats. Battling was
definitely not her thing.
Glancing from each side, she then padded inside the medicine cat's den. As she went inside,
she scented the air. Dust, and a strong aroma of herb drifted into the she-cat's nostrils. She
smiled. This was where she wanted to be. For some strange reason, leaves and plants smelled
refreshing to the kit. Forget friends! Angel would make friends with the other medicine cats,
along with StarClan cats.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 5:34:35 GMT
the slender form of underpaw spotted the small kitten hfjduygujukhiljo
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had a bit of a muse death
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Post by liara on Mar 9, 2014 0:11:00 GMT
Timepaw padded by, and upon seeing the two, the black and white tom paused. "Hello" the shaman apprentice mewed quietly.
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Post by nightlight on Mar 9, 2014 1:54:36 GMT
Through the glass in my bedroom window...
Startled, the pure white she-cat jumped. She turned to see a black and white
tom standing before her. "Hi." The kit murmured, her voice as soft as a cloud.
She turned back to the small holes that protected the herb supply. Cautiously
and silently, she sniffed them. As she came up to another hole, a very familiar
scent drifted into her nostrils. One that she could identify easy, just from a
memory. It was borage. She'd remembered as a newborn, the medicine cat
coming into the den with pink star-shaped flowers, and it's furry leaves. How
could the kit remember such a thing from such a young age? Perhaps it was a
gift. A gift that StarClan offered young Angelkit.
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Post by liara on Mar 9, 2014 2:33:13 GMT
"Are we out of any herbs?" Timepaw mewed. He might as well let Angelkit help, the clan would need a new shaman apprentice after- but no, no one could know yet.
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Post by nightlight on Mar 9, 2014 5:15:30 GMT
Through the glass in my bedroom window...
Ann was rather surprised by the question. "Um... yeah," She said, turning back to the
herb supply and rechecking them again. "Dock, Chervil, and Juniper." She mewed,
confidently. How the kit knew the herb names? Well, she'd done allot of studying and
researching, and as it was spoken before, the kit had a gift. The previous medicine cat
would always be in the den, checking the herbs, and Angelkit would be right there, from
the outside of the den, listening intently. She had some kind of power... That no one else
seemed to know about.
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Post by liara on Mar 10, 2014 3:43:59 GMT
Timepaw nodded. "Thanks" the black and white tom mewed. He didn't know an awful lot about herbs, but he knew them well enough.
(Low muse)
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Post by nightlight on Mar 13, 2014 22:48:51 GMT
Through the glass in my bedroom window...
"Do you even want to be a medicine cat?" The she-cat suddenly asked. She could tell
that the tom wasn't very into healing, or herbs for that matter. And actually, he looked
pretty beat up about something. What in StarClan could he be upset about? Being the
Clan's medicine cat was an awesome job! Angelkit would die to take on that role.
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Post by liara on Mar 14, 2014 2:53:03 GMT
Timepaw was quiet for a moment, contemplating his answer. "I want to serve my clan in any way I can, but there are other ranks I am more inclined to"" he said, choosing his words carefully. Of course he wasn't just going to straight up say 'Of course not' or 'no, I don't want to be a shaman'.
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Post by nightlight on Mar 15, 2014 17:41:57 GMT
Through the glass in my bedroom window...
She let out a sigh, and padded over to the shaman apprentice. Taking a seat
beside him, she laid her tail upon his shoulder. "Timepaw, I know something
is bothering you." Though it may have seemed odd for a kit to be inquiring a
much older cat, Angelkit was still five moons old, and she cared very much for
her clanmates. "It's okay if you don't feel comfortable telling me, but just
so you know, I'm here if you need." One day, the young she-cat would be a
medicine cat, and she would give as much advice to her clanmates as she could.
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Post by liara on Mar 15, 2014 18:58:33 GMT
Timepaw nodded. Something about her words comforted him, even if she was just a kit. "Why don't you come with me to help gather herbs" he mewed. He could see how well she was able to find and identify herbs this way. The black and white tom knew that Angelkit wanted to become a shaman, and she already knew so much.
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Post by nightlight on Mar 15, 2014 19:22:08 GMT
Through the glass in my bedroom window...
"Okay!" She responded excitedly. The white kit turned back to the herbs and sniffed
them one last time before bouncing out of the den. "Let's go!" Angelkit was excited
to finally go herb gathering. She'd waited so long for such the opportunity.
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Post by liara on Mar 15, 2014 19:30:36 GMT
Timepaw followed after her, a slight smile upon his maw. As they neared the entrance of camp, he paused. "Don't leave my sight" he mewed, knowing that if they got separated, if Angelkit got lost, just because they didn't yet have the leader didn't mean he wouldn't get in trouble.
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Post by nightlight on Mar 15, 2014 19:46:56 GMT
Through the glass in my bedroom window...
Angel let out a sigh, turning her head to roll her eyes. "Okay, I'm not a mouse-brain,
you know." She muttered. Though she was sweet-natured, her personality could vary.
Negative aspects of her included possible rebellion... which could sometimes not be so
good. And there was her stubbornness, or commonly known as her nature to be strong-
willed. She turned to pad after him, shaking away her rebellious manner.
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Post by liara on Mar 15, 2014 20:04:59 GMT
Timepaw nodded, continuing with a silent sigh. They were out of camp now, and he paused to looked around and debate where they should go first. "You said we were missing dock, why don't we look for that first" he suggested.
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