Here I Am
Feb 21, 2009 11:33:59 GMT -6
Post by wish. on Feb 21, 2009 11:33:59 GMT -6
ooc:I Don't care who wants to join Fawnpaw here, but it's open to the public : D
Fawnstep found herself resting her narrowed, multi-colored face, on her small, delicate paws. A soft sighed rippled through her body, she had always wanted to do the best for clan. But how could she feel useful, if no one was ever sick? If no one had gotten hurt? Not even an apprentice with a thorn pressed between their pads.
Of course she didn't want any of her clan mates getting sick, and definitely not hurt. But how was she supposed to do her duties to her clan when nothing happened. She was indeed the clan's medicine cat.
Memories of her medicine cat ceremony drifted through-out her mind, Swirlleaf the Thunderclan's medicine cat had preformed it for the nervous apprentice. She had barely any training, and had been and still is self disciplined. But she had become a full-blown medicine cat at the age of 9 moons, and that was something she took pride in.
Rolling onto her back she found herself stretching out her short, scrawny legs. While she stretched out, Fawnstep found herself gazing at the many shelves and crevices of her den. Herbs stuck out painfully from the gaps, blinking she wondered is she needed any more. That would give her something useful to do.
Clawing her way onto her haunches, she stretched her neck upwards, studying the herbs she found her eyes drifting to the catmint
"Mouse-dung." She spat as she realized that there was only one, discarded leaf. It's green leaf edged with a crusty brown, definitely not in shape for helping any cat.
"Dear Starclan! There better not be any cases of green-cough anytime soon." she mumbled to herself as she found her paws erupting from her medicine cat's den. Someone better be out here, we need this herb right away!
Fawnstep found herself resting her narrowed, multi-colored face, on her small, delicate paws. A soft sighed rippled through her body, she had always wanted to do the best for clan. But how could she feel useful, if no one was ever sick? If no one had gotten hurt? Not even an apprentice with a thorn pressed between their pads.
Of course she didn't want any of her clan mates getting sick, and definitely not hurt. But how was she supposed to do her duties to her clan when nothing happened. She was indeed the clan's medicine cat.
Memories of her medicine cat ceremony drifted through-out her mind, Swirlleaf the Thunderclan's medicine cat had preformed it for the nervous apprentice. She had barely any training, and had been and still is self disciplined. But she had become a full-blown medicine cat at the age of 9 moons, and that was something she took pride in.
Rolling onto her back she found herself stretching out her short, scrawny legs. While she stretched out, Fawnstep found herself gazing at the many shelves and crevices of her den. Herbs stuck out painfully from the gaps, blinking she wondered is she needed any more. That would give her something useful to do.
Clawing her way onto her haunches, she stretched her neck upwards, studying the herbs she found her eyes drifting to the catmint
"Mouse-dung." She spat as she realized that there was only one, discarded leaf. It's green leaf edged with a crusty brown, definitely not in shape for helping any cat.
"Dear Starclan! There better not be any cases of green-cough anytime soon." she mumbled to herself as she found her paws erupting from her medicine cat's den. Someone better be out here, we need this herb right away!