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Windclan

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CAWN

Medicine Cat

42 moons

Tom

biography

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

MINTNOSE

change my stride (open) Nov 5, 2016 2:04:21 GMT

Post by MINTNOSE on Nov 5, 2016 2:04:21 GMT

There would always be something that fascinated Mintnose about the gorge. It seemed so unnatural, cutting through the earth like a claw mark in the dirt. Steep, sudden cliffs dropped down into the raging, lashing waters of the river below, churning and tearing its way downstream, before slowly reaching level ground in the small falls and the twoleg bridge. It was a mystery how such a carven existed, separating two clans so distinctly like a mark of StarClan. Hovering near the edge of the rocks, the large grey tom’s form steady even within the blistering wind, he had to say it was almost a frightening mystery.

No matter, he supposed. The land they had was made that way for a reason, and anything that made the likeliness of hostile clashes less worked all the more from him. Mintnose stepped back, and turned. Pondering on the gorge was far from the only thought crossing his mind as the medicine cat made his way across the territory, scanning the rocks and grass tufts for any signs of remaining goldenrod that had survived into the season. With leaf-fall getting all the closer, he wasn’t willing to take risks of being any lower in supply than he already was, after all. However, the trek also gave him plenty of time to let his mind wander, to focus on the territory and space around him.

How many cats from other clans took the time to think on such things and thank StarClan for all they had?

Mintnose gave a small shake of his head, and moved on, following the gorge upstream and away from fourtrees. The last thing he was all that interested in was running into wandering warriors from other clans after all. No, if anything, he was happy alone. Enjoying the company of the wind. Even if, as he spotted a large clump of the herb up ahead, he could have used a few more paws. The tom wrinkled his nose, and pressed on, approaching the flowers with ears pricked and a bounce to his paws. Reaching down, it only took a few moments to plunk free what he needed, and bundle it together before straightening again.

It was a rustle that caught the tom’s attention there. Whether it was in his own territory or across the chasm, he wasn’t sure, but it had Mintnose glancing around, green gaze scanning the grass stretching out around him.

( somewhat bleh post, but, open to anyone! )

Riverclan

12 POSTS

blue

Leader

42 moons

Male

biography

hold on as we crash into the earth; a bit of pain will help us suffer when we're hurt for real

OAKSTAR

change my stride (open) Nov 6, 2016 22:12:24 GMT

Post by OAKSTAR on Nov 6, 2016 22:12:24 GMT

There was no such thing as too many patrols. Frankly, it was one of Oakclaw’s favourite ways to not only get through a day, but make sure a day was successful and well spent. Ever since the last Gathering, he’d especially focused on their border with WindClan. ShadowClan’s accusations about their border being tested hadn’t gone unacknowledged on his part, and in order to ensure the same thing didn’t happen underneath RiverClan’s noses, he’d doubled the patrols sent in their general direction—and made sure he was on more than half of them if possible. Oakclaw sent the rest of his patrol ahead and then made his way towards the edge of their side of the chasm. He’d heard some noises, but it was nothing disruptive enough to require his entire patrol’s time as well. Besides, if he was proved wrong within the next few minutes, they were only one call away.

It turned out to be none other than Mintnose, the WindClan medicine cat. With a light, amused huff under his breath—for he didn’t pose the same threat to Oakclaw as another patrol of warriors—he sauntered as close to the edge as he dared. The medicine cat seemed to also hear something, his head already lifted and angled towards the border, so Oakclaw wouldn’t bother trying to disguise his presence. He had likely already been seen, and if he tried to avoid a conversation, it could be misinterpreted as rudeness or a cause for suspicion. Nevertheless, Oakclaw’s body language wasn’t forthcoming. Medicine cat or not, he didn’t like to talk to outsiders of RiverClan if he didn’t have to. “Afternoon.” Unfortunately, he wasn’t much better at small talk. He held the medicine cat’s gaze levelly, but there was tightness to his lip that conveyed an overall disinterest in being there.

He’d sooner move along and rejoin his patrol, but he wouldn’t be the first one to leave. Mintnose had never struck him as a particularly untrustworthy cat, but the RiverClan deputy remained steadfastly skeptical. Simply being WindClan made him untrustworthy. If he turned his back, Mintnose could return to his Clan with news that a RiverClan patrol had recently been in the area, and then they could make good on their tendency to sneakily push borders. The same thing could happen if Mintnose left first, he supposed dryly, but he’d at least make a point that his Clan wasn’t to be trifled with. After all, if he didn’t even like to talk to non-RiverClan cats, the list of what he’d put up with from them couldn’t be a lot longer.

Last Edit: Nov 6, 2016 22:13:03 GMT by OAKSTAR

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

change my stride (open) Nov 17, 2016 22:06:21 GMT

Post by MINTNOSE on Nov 17, 2016 22:06:21 GMT

For a moment, the large tom couldn’t place a form within the long grass or close to the chasm itself. It all seemed to blend, to merge together in an array of colours and patterns that seemed all to similar. He twisted his head as the scent of RiverClan washed over the top of the gorge, fresher, stronger than the typical border, and finally he found the figure, standing tall by the cliff edge itself. Oakclaw. Mintnose’s whiskers twitched, and immediately the tom rose his tail in greeting, goldenrod remaining locked as gently as possible in his jaws. When the tom stayed there, the medicine cat found himself glancing over his shoulders, scanning the grass once more. Was he waiting for someone?

“Afternoon.” Mintnose’s head turned back, and he gave another tail flick, and a small head dip. Acknowledgement and greeting. He wasn’t going to try and talk with a mouthful of herbs. Especially when he had little reason. Oakclaw was RiverClan’s deputy, sure, but that didn’t mean they had any reason to interact. Mintnose turned his attention back to the rocks, studying the plant’s remaining flowers carefully. It seemed healthy enough, always a positive sign. Certainly plenty left to collect before he truly needed it. A few more moments passed with the inspection, and slowly, the tom found himself looking back up, to where Oakclaw still stood, like a rock himself.

Well, that was… strange. Finally, Mintnose lowered his head, and gently set down the goldenrod. Did he have something else to say, then? The gray and white tom straightened, and turned toward the gorge, head tilting. “Are you… waiting for someone? Or is there something I can help you with?” He asked, tail flicking as it lowered behind him. The tom tilted his head a little further, before glancing back down to the goldenrod. The deputy wasn’t known to be the most … accommodating of cats outside his own. Was this a silent request for something? “I’ll do my best, but if you’re needing herbs I’m not sure I’m brave enough to try and pass them over the gap.” There was a small purr of amusement to his tone, as he shuffled slightly.

( 365 words, blue )

Riverclan

12 POSTS

blue

Leader

42 moons

Male

biography

hold on as we crash into the earth; a bit of pain will help us suffer when we're hurt for real

OAKSTAR

change my stride (open) Nov 23, 2016 16:23:17 GMT

Post by OAKSTAR on Nov 23, 2016 16:23:17 GMT

Initially, Mintnose didn't return his greeting with actual words of his own. It would've offended him had it come from one of his own, but he was dealing with a WindClan cat, after all, so his expectations were considerably lower. He was as content as he could hope to be to let Mintnose finish collecting his herbs, to remain routed to the spot on his side of the border for as long as it took Mintnose to leave, but it seemed the medicine cat wasn't nearly as informed about Oakclaw's intentions. He had the audacity to ask if he waiting for someone—as if he would agree to waste his time on an arranged meeting with a non-RiverClanner—and then offered to toss some herbs over the gorge in a manner Oakclaw assumed comical. It looked like the medicine cat's whiskers were twitching with amusement, but it was hard to tell from a distance, and Oakclaw wasn't bothered to look that closely.

He hardly joked with his Clanmates as it was, so Mintnose was in for a rude awakening if he thought Oakclaw would share in his nonsensical amusement. "I'd hope not," he commented idly in regards to his mention of bravery. "It would be mouse-brained to toss something as valuable as herbs." As per usual, he took the joke as literally as possible; it would be that much better if he could make Mintnose feel embarrassed about making the suggestion in the first place.

"I don't need assistance." He dismissed the very idea of it with a snobby inclination of his head, eyes roaming WindClan's side of the territory. "I'll remain where I am until you're finished—there's no need to feel entitled to talk—unless there's going to be a problem with that." With that said, Oakclaw's hazel eyes returned to Mintnose's face, a brow quirked to impress that a problem would hardly go over well in actuality. He intended to stay where he was regardless of how uncomfortable it made the medicine cat; perhaps he'd leave sooner if he didn't feel at ease under the deputy's watchful gaze.

CAWN with Mintnose

Last Edit: Nov 23, 2016 16:24:38 GMT by OAKSTAR

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

change my stride (open) Nov 30, 2016 23:55:40 GMT

Post by MINTNOSE on Nov 30, 2016 23:55:40 GMT

Mintnose had to admit, he was puzzled. The deputy continued to stand there, posed and waiting, responding only with a bland comment about the mousebrained element of tossing herbs. Well, of course it was, that was the point of the joke? He supposed that meant Oakclaw didn’t have all that much of a sense of humour, on top of anything else. Huh. Oh well. Mintnose gave a shrug, and a little purr, tilting his head to the side. It didn’t matter, not really. The deputy was welcome to do all he wanted on his side of the border, as unsettling as it was.

"I don't need assistance." Oh, okay, well that made waiting around seem even… stranger. Mintnose blinked, head tilting further. Wasn’t that a bit of… time wasting then? The deputy didn’t strike him as the type of cat who sat around the gorge to relax, after all. "I'll remain where I am until you're finished—there's no need to feel entitled to talk—unless there's going to be a problem with that." The medicine cat’s ears flicked back against his skull briefly.

“Oh, uh, if that’s how you like to spend your time, sure, I mean. I’m sure Nettleheart would show you how to collect herbs if you asked him, but, I’m happy to do the same!” That had to be the reason right? Well, no, he was certain by the posture of the deputy, it was encouragement away from the gorge itself, but, what did he expect Mintnose to do? Try and make the jump across the gaping abyss? The idea was enough to have the tom’s whiskers twitching again, as he turned toward his goldenrod.

He’d never seen a cat successfully make that jump, let alone heard of one. But, whatever the case, he supposed if they were going to be in the same company, Mintnose wasn’t just going to wait around in silence. The tom picked up the goldenrod again, and glanced along the gorge edge, studying the few rocks and long grass carefully. It only took a few moments to spot more of the yellow flowers, slowly turning brown as the seasons shifted. Mintnose padded forward, weaving the foxlength around the rocks to the sprouting plant. He glanced back across the gorge.

“Goldenrod is one of the herbs that grow mostly in the moors, but no doubt this close to the gorge there’s some on your side too! We use it in a poultice for wounds.” It felt a little silly to be yelling about herbs across the gorge, but, if Oakclaw was insistent on staying, well he wasn’t just going to wait around in silence. Mintnose had a job to do after all, and talking at least made the air seem less stiff. He wasn’t going to make a half job of the collection just because the burning eyes of the RiverClan deputy were there. “We tend to take a few of the stalks at a time, even though the leaves are mostly what we use. But, it makes them easier to carry back. You just need to make sure you leave some to grow for the future.”

The medicine cat reached down, and gently bit through the soft stalk, pulling one bunch of leaves and flowers free, and turning to show it, ears pricking up and a purr in his throat.

( 560 words, blue, sorry for the wait! )

Riverclan

12 POSTS

blue

Leader

42 moons

Male

biography

hold on as we crash into the earth; a bit of pain will help us suffer when we're hurt for real

OAKSTAR

change my stride (open) Dec 12, 2016 4:24:45 GMT

Post by OAKSTAR on Dec 12, 2016 4:24:45 GMT

Mintnose badly misinterpreted the deputy’s insistence on staying put as interest in the sound of his voice, and with ears flat against the top of his head, and eyes burning holes into every hair on the medicine cat’s body, he watched in irritated silence as Mintnose collected the goldenrod he came for. Oakclaw was by no means going to vocally dismiss him, for he was on his side of the gorge, and as a medicine cat there was nothing wrong with him being where he was. However, Oakclaw hoped he’d be able to make it clear without being too rude that he needed to go sooner rather than later. With a hefty supply of goldenrod between his teeth to take back to WindClan, he assumed now was as good of a time as any to make his case.

The WindClan medicine cat explained goldenrod’s usage, and even though he filed the information away, his exterior appeared painfully indifferent. It looked like he hadn’t moved a muscle since he arrived. “Fascinating.” Oakclaw offered blandly, making no attempts to carry the conversation—and his tone was a dead giveaway that he thought it was anything but. “It looks like you’ve rounded up a fair amount, so surely you must be on your way back.” He inclined his head, and almost tipped it in a gesture of dismissal before he caught himself. Stiffening, the line of his lip tightened instead. Mintnose wasn’t a RiverClan cat, and as much as Oakclaw would’ve preferred to tell him to scram right then and there, he wasn’t Oakclaw’s to boss around.

Behind him, he heard the distinctive sound of his patrol’s shuffling paws. It sounded like they were heading back, but as eager as he was to join them, he was reluctant to leave Mintnose unattended. The medicine cat didn’t seem untrustworthy, but he was WindClan. For Oakclaw, there didn’t need to be another reason to keep a close eye on him.

CAWN with Mintnose

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

change my stride (open) Dec 16, 2016 4:22:55 GMT

Post by MINTNOSE on Dec 16, 2016 4:22:55 GMT

“Fascinating.” Mintnose’s ears flicked back briefly, before straightening once again. Wow, talk about a tough crowd. He thought Cedarthorn and Morningstar were bad. “It looks like you’ve rounded up a fair amount, so surely you must be on your way back.” Mintnose stared for a moment, before giving a little shrug. Well if that didn’t confirm what the tom was hanging around for, nothing would. Behind the deputy’s form he could make out other forms, the rest of RiverClan moving on.

Part of him wanted to point out the same point to the RiverClanner. His patrol was moving on, as the deputy shouldn’t he have been with them? But, well, even he knew better than to tempt fate. The medicine cat hummed, and looked at his collected pile. He did want more, and there were other herbs he needed, but, well, he was regretting not bringing more mouths anyway. He’d come back later. “That should be enough, yeah!” he meowed across, the cheeriness still not leaving his voice.

As much as leaving on order wasn’t high on the medicine cat’s to-do list, sticking around wasn’t either. Sol, he used a paw to gather the stalks together, and gave a dip of his head. “There’s always more to do though, we don’t have a small number of herbs after all, and with leaf-fall close, well, you have to be prepared!” he chirped, before straightening. “I’ll let you get back to your patrolling duties then. Nice talking to you, Oakclaw! May StarClan light your path!”

Leaning down, he scooped up the stalked gently in his mouth, and turned away from the gorge, putting Oakclaw behind him as he started padding back toward the camp. Well, he supposed all other clanners were strange, but, that just proved the point. He’d have to make sure he used it as an example to Brindlepaw.

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	deputy: blizzardfang (bio) ▶ longhaired white tom; mismatched eyes.
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