Post by skyy and her socks on Feb 20, 2016 2:59:33 GMT
While he liked to believe that tiredness was not something he was privy to, the truth of the matter was after a night of wandering the moors, exhausted had seeped into his very bones. It felt like each step he took, moving across the den, was heavy and forced, enough so that he had little intention to do anything but sleep the day away. The morning light glared down through the gorse of the den’s entrance, an unwelcome spark burning at the edges of the dry dust of the clearing and the smoother, cooler soil of the den. He fixed it with a sharp and pointed glare, from his place behind the piles of herbs carefully line up against the far wall.
If it wasn’t for appearances, he would have taken to his nest there and then. However, the day was when the clan found most injuries, and no down Flurrypaw would soon be on her paws and ready to pester him into completing one thing or another. While his enthusiasm was tiring in itself, he supposed there were worse cats StarClan could have planted him with. Maybe it was even time to start discussing more serious ideas around the she-cat, she was certainly keen enough to listen. The black tom rolled his shoulders, straightening himself, before slowly climbing to his paws, tail flicking just over the herbs behind him.
Yes, she was an interesting apprentice to have. Her training was coming along just fine, of course. She listened and seemed to pick up the basics of herbs and what they did quickly, and it was to appoint where he was comfortable leaving her to deal with most small wounds herself. However, that was nowhere near enough. If she was going to be an apprentice of his she needed to know more, and be ready for more pressing decisions, the upcoming responsibility to being the shift from pointless leaders of nothing but hurt to the healing leader, the cat who decided who lived and who died. Was that not what a leader was supposed to be above all, after all?
All the pondering on his philosophy had the time waking up slightly from his slump, and moving toward the nests. With care and without though, he seal himself back inside the mask, his expression softening, shoulder relaxing and green eyes peering through the shadows of the den with nothing but tired acceptance of the day that was to come. “Flurrypaw, good morning! Are you ready for some testing on herbs?” He meowed as he approached, reaching with a paw to prod at the gray and white form.
If it wasn’t for appearances, he would have taken to his nest there and then. However, the day was when the clan found most injuries, and no down Flurrypaw would soon be on her paws and ready to pester him into completing one thing or another. While his enthusiasm was tiring in itself, he supposed there were worse cats StarClan could have planted him with. Maybe it was even time to start discussing more serious ideas around the she-cat, she was certainly keen enough to listen. The black tom rolled his shoulders, straightening himself, before slowly climbing to his paws, tail flicking just over the herbs behind him.
Yes, she was an interesting apprentice to have. Her training was coming along just fine, of course. She listened and seemed to pick up the basics of herbs and what they did quickly, and it was to appoint where he was comfortable leaving her to deal with most small wounds herself. However, that was nowhere near enough. If she was going to be an apprentice of his she needed to know more, and be ready for more pressing decisions, the upcoming responsibility to being the shift from pointless leaders of nothing but hurt to the healing leader, the cat who decided who lived and who died. Was that not what a leader was supposed to be above all, after all?
All the pondering on his philosophy had the time waking up slightly from his slump, and moving toward the nests. With care and without though, he seal himself back inside the mask, his expression softening, shoulder relaxing and green eyes peering through the shadows of the den with nothing but tired acceptance of the day that was to come. “Flurrypaw, good morning! Are you ready for some testing on herbs?” He meowed as he approached, reaching with a paw to prod at the gray and white form.
