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Post by bluestream on Feb 18, 2009 18:12:34 GMT -5
Pain shot through her body as the young tom applied the medicine onto her open wounds. After a moment or two the pain subsided and all her muscles relaxed and she regained her strength. Bluestream picked herself up from the pallet without strain. She looked at the young tom without even smiling. "Where did you learn that?" she asked him staring him down with her icy-blue eyes. Only loners know healing techniques like that.
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 19, 2009 20:47:55 GMT -5
Deathpaw smiled at the she-cat who was clearly curious. His shoulders drooped a little in relief and became less tense, because since she hadn't complained, he had done an okay job at treating her. He blinked slowly, glancing at Crimonstar for a moment before he replied, as if worried about what the leader would say. It's not like he didn't already know the pale tom's story, it's just that he didn't know how much of his history he should reveal to the stranger. "Well, " He began, angling his cranium towards the silvery feline, "before I became a part of Blazeclan, I lived on my own. Actually, I did for a while as small kit, and into my early apprentice moons. I became strong through my travels, because if I hadn't I certainly would not be standing here today. I picked up a few loner tricks during my search for my family, and then when I finally found my sister, Sinpaw, after many moons, she taught me what she knew." The she-cat before him did not smile; did not falter in her crystalline glare. He shifted anxiously from paw to paw, uncertainty glazing his usually stoic eyes. "I could teach you some, if you'd like. Just the basics.. it's really helpful to be able to treat oneself."
Midnight watched Deathpaw with fierce and equally unfaltering eyes. The snowy tom had looked out for him like an older brother all of his life, and now he decided to mention that he had loner blood? No wonder the large white tom had taken such interest in him! His whiskers drooped. Was that the only reason he had, or was there more to it? Either way, Midnight was filled with much chagrin, and he lowered his head with the weight of it. His eyes were still glued to Deathpaw's face, who had not even acknowledged his presence besides when he'd entered.
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Post by bluestream on Feb 20, 2009 20:53:20 GMT -5
Bluestream looked at the tom cat with a cold stare. There was no question about it that this feline has been a loner. Only loners had known such skills. She knows most of the techniques that medicine loners know. This young warrior must not know she's a loner herself, otherwise he wouldn't of offered to teach her what he has learned long ago. She liked that he helped her but didn't say thank you. "You must not know I'm a loner myself, and always will be. I may be a good warrior and that I was part of this clan, it doesn't mean I'll ever come back." Bluestream told him with confidence, without even smiling and still giving him her icy stare. Then turned her attention to the other warrior that had helped her earlier. "Thank you for helping me."
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 20, 2009 21:08:34 GMT -5
Deathpaw nodded, not put off in any way by the terse reply that Bluestream gave him. "Well I had the feeling that you were a loner, I just didn't know for how long, or how much you might have picked up in that time. Not all loners know the basics of healing, after all. But I can see you're a fairly knowledgeable cat... although I'm not quite sure why you didn't just treat yourself if you're so confident in your abilities.." His tone was only curious, and not in any way rude or accusatory. Blinking at her, he wondered if she would explain any of her story, or why she was here if she didn't intend to return to the clan, and hadn't needed medical help.
Midnight dipped his head in reply to the pretty she-cat, keeping his eyes on the ground. He wasn't quite sure if she'd been talking to him, or to his noble leader- the latter being the more likely of the two. But if he had mistaken her thanks that hadn't been for him, he dared not suffer mortal embarrassment by replying. Instead, he looked up from his paws and asked her a question, "So Bluestream, if you don't want to come back to Blazeclan... what has brought you here today?" His voice was soft, even somewhat shy as he asked the question. The usually bold young tom seemed to quail slightly in the presence of the stony she-cat resting on the pallet. But he had voiced the question of probably all the clanners in the den. What could this self-sufficient cat want from them, if she didn't want to rejoin them? Was something wrong in the forest that she had come to warn them about? [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by bluestream on Feb 20, 2009 21:35:34 GMT -5
Before answering the dark warrior's question, Bluestream looked at the other apprentice with the same stare. This tom needs to learn how to think. She looked back to the other tom and looked at his kind eyes. "The medicine loner cat that I usually go to for serious wounds has disappeared, and I was close to the Blazeclan border so I came here. I knew someone would help me because if the wounds weren't so bad then I would of not come to my old clan." Bluestream told the black-ish tom, looking at the light orange apprentice from time to time.
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 28, 2009 20:16:43 GMT -5
Midnight nodded, accepting her explanation. "Oh. Okay. That seems reasonable enough." He meowed simply, trying to hide his slight disappointment. He rather liked this tough she-cat, and the confident way with which she spoke, and had been hoping that maybe she would be staying a bit longer. Looking over at Deathpaw, he noticed that the white apprentice looked slightly uneasy, and suspicious. His yellow-green stare met with that of the older cat, and a spark of understanding passed through him. Deathpaw had also had such a well thought-out explanation of his origins when he first set paw within clan boundaries, but knowing his friend's history, Midnight knew that he originally had had dark intentions for Blazeclan. Perhaps Deathpaw didn't trust this cat, as most cats hadn't trusted him. Deathpaw looked away from the dark apprentice, looking at Bluestream with a slightly curled lip. Midnight twitched his whiskers at the pale ginger tom, giving him a look that said, 'Cut it out. She means us no harm, and you know it.' At least he hoped so. [/color][/blockquote]
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