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Windclan

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myth

MCA

7 moons

female

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Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.

BRINDLEPAW

whispering wind (mintnose) Dec 16, 2016 18:48:10 GMT CAWN likes this

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Post by BRINDLEPAW on Dec 16, 2016 18:48:10 GMT

Since awaking that morning, the tortoiseshell she-cat had been rather quiet. Whether it was due to her having a lack of things to say or because she wasn't feeling in the best of moods, she wasn't sure herself and decided that everybody must have days when they weren't so talkative as they may usually find themselves being. Her mouth would often open to start up a conversation with a warrior near her but when she would go to talk, the words would be forgotten and she'd start to feel embarrassed. Eventually Brindlepaw had made the decision to sit down in the corner of the camp and watch as everybody went about their business. Who knew, maybe someone would approach her and start to make small talk. About the weather, how the hunting was - any of this would be fine by her. As long as it got her being a little more sociable without her being swamped by her clanmates, she was happy.

It felt like she had been sitting there forever when she decided that she was going to need to sort out her lack of company by herself. With a loud huff, she got up onto her paws once more and looked around, part of her tempted to go up to somebody and say hello. They wouldn't bite, she knew that. It wasn't like anybody in the clan was dangerous, as far as she was aware of. Yet she felt like she would make a fool of herself in some way and get laughed at. Brindlepaw didn't like being around big groups because more often that not, she would do something that she felt embarrassed herself. There was only one individual right now who she felt wouldn't laugh if she did something silly and would be a friendly face. So towards the medicine den she headed.

When she reached the entrance, she peered in and glanced around. "Mintnose? Are you in here?" she called out hopefully. She could smell the welcoming scent of herbs and this pulled her into stepping fully inside, her green gaze glancing down at the ground as she looked at the different herbs on the ground. It was exciting to think that, one day, she would be able to name all of them off by heart and know of their uses. She didn't know many right now but in time she would learn and it would be fun. While a part of her was timid around Mintnose, she wanted them to be friends and that wasn't going to happen by her avoiding him. "Mintnose!" Brindlepaw said again, this time much quieter than before since she didn't know what he was doing or if he was even in the den. The apprentice was determined to talk to the older tom and if he wasn't in, she would try again later on, just so that she could say she was putting an effort in with her mentor. It would be nice to get to know him anyway.

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Last Edit: Dec 16, 2016 18:55:37 GMT by BRINDLEPAW

Windclan

12 POSTS

CAWN

Medicine Cat

42 moons

Tom

biography

I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly.

MINTNOSE

whispering wind (mintnose) Dec 17, 2016 8:22:56 GMT

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Post by MINTNOSE on Dec 17, 2016 8:22:56 GMT

Mintnose would always appreciate peace in the den. It came at rare moments, between dealing with reckless apprentices and grumbling elders, all demanding urgency when it was hardly crucial. Not that he minded, of course. There would always be a smile on his face and chirp to his voice, but the quiet was just as nice. It was a moment for retrospect, for analysis and consideration of the world moving around him all within the nice, shaded space of the den.

At the current moment, that focus was turned to the herbs lying in piles across the den floor, unordered and somewhat scattered as he once again attempted to find a better way of ordering them. He’s tried sorting them between rocks, and tucking them in the branches of the gorse that reached down from the roof of the den, but neither seemed to work all that well. The latest attempt was to be a mixture of small holes and rocks, ordering in small groups. Hopefully the cool soil would also help keep them for longer.

Shuffling about the den, the medicine cat moved across to the far side, and studies the collection of rocks he’d been developing for the occasion. Reaching down, he picked up a few of the smaller ones in his mouth, ears pricking as the sound of pawsteps drifted in through the den’s entrance. "Mintnose? Are you in here?" Glancing back to the rocks one more time, he hesitated, considering taking another, before deciding against it and turning back for the main entrance of the den.

"Mintnose!" Shuffling forward, tail held high enough to brush the gorse overhead, he gave a rumbling purr of greeting, before ducking his head to drop the collection of rocks to the side of the herbs. “Hi Brindlepaw! Sorry, it’s hard to get out words with a bunch of rocks in the way.” There was an amusing purr to the tom’s words as he padded over and reached down to gently bump heads with the apprentice. “Is everything okay? I thought you’d be taking the day away from lessons to be getting some extra sleep!”

Turning back to the collections of herbs, he carefully stepped across the piles, and back toward the few holes that already stood out against the moss and ark soil of the space. Reaching back, he used a paw to tug the rocks closer, before turning his gaze back to Brindlepaw, head tilting slightly.

( myth <3 )

Windclan

15 POSTS

myth

MCA

7 moons

female

biography

Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.

BRINDLEPAW

whispering wind (mintnose) Dec 21, 2016 23:17:09 GMT

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Post by BRINDLEPAW on Dec 21, 2016 23:17:09 GMT

At the sight of the medicine cat, the she-cat felt relieved and purred as he bumped his head with her own. It seemed that she hadn't done anything to annoy him so far and this gave her a slight confidence boost. She looked up at him, wondering what he had been doing during the day so far and if, now she was here, there would be anything that she could help him out on. Before she could say anything however, he filled the silence with his own words and she quickly nodded. "Everything is fine! I thought I'd come and say hello though, because I was really bored and I hadn't got anybody to talk to. That's okay with you, right?" Brindlepaw asked the tom, just to make sure that he hadn't been busy doing something important and she'd interrupted him.

She noticed the rocks she'd heard him mention around the den and this sparked her next question. It interested her on as to what Mintnose was using them for and she padded over to one, placing a paw on it before turning her head over her shoulder to look at the gray tom. "What are you doing with these?" she asked curiously, pondering if he would take it as her being nosy or interested. There was only one way to find out and she really hoped his thoughts would be the latter.

Her gaze fell back onto Mintnose once more and she put her paw back down, not wanting to slip and nudge the rock out of it's place by accident. She didn't know how much time Mintnose had spent doing whatever he was with them and if she ruined his hard work, she knew if it was her that she'd be very cross about it. Instead she once more went back over to him and finally sat down. "Would you like me to help you out with anything?" she asked him eagerly, more than willing if it meant that she wasn't absolutely bored to tears. At least if she was helping she'd be doing something productive.

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Windclan

12 POSTS

CAWN

Medicine Cat

42 moons

Tom

biography

I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly.

MINTNOSE

whispering wind (mintnose) Dec 26, 2016 7:30:08 GMT

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Post by MINTNOSE on Dec 26, 2016 7:30:08 GMT

"Everything is fine! I thought I'd come and say hello though, because I was really bored and I hadn't got anybody to talk to. That's okay with you, right?" Mintnose blinked, before a rumbling purr escaped his throat, followed by a few head bobs. “Of course! This is your den just as much as mine, and I love the company!” As long as it didn’t lead to having all his herbs trampled or having arguments, there wasn’t company that Mintnose would really turn down. Even if that didn’t always work out best for the other cat.

Mintnose glanced down to his collection for a moment, before Brindlepaw spoke again, moving to the small rocks. "What are you doing with these?" The medicine cat’s ears pricked straight, and he straightened, gesturing to the herbs with his tail. “Oh! I’m reorganising! I’m trying to find the best way of storing the herbs so they’re easier to get to.” He pointed toward the holes with his nose. “I want to put rocks around these holes, then put the herbs inside them."

"Would you like me to help you out with anything?" The tom’s tail flicked. Looking back to his holes, Mintnose sat himself down, studying them. The only issue was he had big paws, and that didn’t make for a tidy fit for the long-stemmed plants. It would just give them unnecessary air. Yet, he supposed that was a task that would work well. Bobbing his head with internal agreement, he gave a purr. “That would be great! I actually need some smaller holes, but my paws are too big for that. Could you dig some, maybe five or six? Down toward that far end?”

The medicine cat tapped his tail against the ground a few times, ebfore straightening again. “Oh! Then, after we put the rocks in place, we can go through the herbs as we put them in. How does that sound?”

( myth )

Last Edit: Dec 26, 2016 7:30:25 GMT by MINTNOSE

Windclan

15 POSTS

myth

MCA

7 moons

female

biography

Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.

BRINDLEPAW

whispering wind (mintnose) Dec 27, 2016 17:16:00 GMT

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Post by BRINDLEPAW on Dec 27, 2016 17:16:00 GMT

His purring was the final signal to the she-cat that she welcome in the den and Brindlepaw found herself finally beginning to feel comfortable within the den. At least for now. Mintnose seemed happy to have her there and that was a good sign. Unless she did something to mess it up but she was sure not going to let that happen. 'Of course! This is your den just as much as mine, and I love the company!' She listened to his words and looked into the older cat's green eyes from where she stood - maybe she would have thought that Mintnose was saying that to make her feel better but the little tortie did not feel as if that was the case. The Mintnose she knew appeared genuine and Brindlepaw felt that she was right to trust him. It seemed silly to push him away; he was being nice and her doing that would be like a slap in the face when he was being so kind.

"I... I never thought about it like that," she spoke up. "I thought I'd just get in the way or something. I'm glad you don't mind me though," purred the tortoiseshell and with that, she went quiet once more, listening to his reasoning behind the rocks. His idea sounded like a good one and as he told her about it, she found herself giving a small nod of her head as if to show her mentor that she understood what he meant. "That's a good idea," Brindlepaw mused, although it didn't really matter what she thought as it was Mintnose who was in charge of the den and ultimately it was up to him what went on in it. Still, she didn't think about this before she said it and had just meowed it aloud as soon as she thought about it.

Now came the important bit. After offering to help Mintnose and him replying saying that she could help him with digging some smaller holes, she decided she was going to carry it through as best as she could. "Got it!" she replied, her keenness shown in Brindlepaw's tone. She was happy to be useful and bounded over to the place where he had told her. With one paw, she began to scoop the mud, grimacing slightly as mud got between her claws but telling herself it wasn't the worst thing that could happen to her. This was going to help her clanmates and therefore, it made the messy work worthwhile. By the time she had finished her paw was in need of a wash and she gave it a few quick licks before she turned back to her mentor once again. "Are those okay?" Brindlepaw asked him, hoping that she hadn't done the holes too big at all. That would be a bit embarrassing if she had.

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Last Edit: Dec 27, 2016 17:17:14 GMT by BRINDLEPAW

Windclan

12 POSTS

CAWN

Medicine Cat

42 moons

Tom

biography

I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly.

MINTNOSE

whispering wind (mintnose) Jan 27, 2017 22:29:33 GMT

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Post by MINTNOSE on Jan 27, 2017 22:29:33 GMT

"I... I never thought about it like that. I thought I'd just get in the way or something. I'm glad you don't mind me though." Mintnose did his best to hold back a frown. He didn’t expect her to get in the way at all, not when she was small and careful about where she was standing. The tom flicking his tail against her should again and gave a soft smile as he continued with his explanations. They’d have to work on making sure she felt more comfortable in the den.

Finally, she response came to the herb plan. "That's a good idea." Immediately the tom perked up, ears pricking straight and grin widening. “You think so? If you ever have any other ideas, you’re more than welcome to share them.” While methods from other clans wouldn’t work, a new WindClan mind might have more thoughts on the best way to keep the herbs safe. As Brindlepaw set about enthusiastically to her task, Mintnose let out a sigh of relief, and turns back to the herbs.

It was good to get her into the habit of more general medicine cat tasks. Learning the herbs and poultices, along with collecting them was one important task. However, there were plenty more tasks that needed addressing. Storage and sorting was one. Carefully, Mintnose set to bundling up the stalks and leaves into neater piles, pushing berries back together and leaning down to sniff them carefully, ensuring nothing was incorrectly grouped. It didn’t take long, and by the time Brindlepaw spoke up, most were collected back into proper bundles.

"Are those okay?" Mintnose climbed to his paws, whiskers twitching as he shuffled over to the apprentice. Carefully he reached in front of her to poke a paw down one of the holds. Sure enough, the tight walls pressed against his fur, and the tom gave an enthusiastic nod. “Those will be great!” Shuffling back, the tom reached with a paws to push some of the rocks that had been gathered earlier toward her. "If you want to pick some of those up and carefully line the edges of the holes with them, that’s our next step! I’ll go get some more for the other holes." Climbing to his paws, Mintnose glanced back to the herbs, before trotting back toward the other side of the den, toward his nest.

Carefully he picked up another mouthful of the small pebbles and brought them back across, putting them within reach of Brindlepaw. It would take a few trips, but, with the two of them the task was speeding along.

OOC: myth, sorry for the wait!

Last Edit: Jan 27, 2017 22:29:57 GMT by MINTNOSE

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