Post by Peonypaw on Aug 4, 2014 22:04:54 GMT -4
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The camp was quiet, but hot, omitting the nursery and one small, furry lump of white outside the medicine cat den. This little lump was like a splash of snow among the dull colored camp, her brown and blue eyes the only thing to break up the white. She was wrapped around herself tightly, a round little ball. She was trying nap in the beginning, but the heat made it unbearable. She didn't like being cooped up in the den, but the heat was no better in camp. It took only a moment for the fluffy little cat to spread her limbs out. She laid out on her side. She extended every muscle in her body, including her claws, enjoying the sensation of stretching her muscles. She lifted her head, contemplating a jaunt into the territory, but her lucid comfort made her change her mind. She shut her eyes for a moment. Peonypaw felt another surge of excitement. She was a medicine cat! She was important to her clan. She knew she was too smug about it, but it was fun for her to poke and prod at Pheasantpaw. He didn't like the fact that one day she would be the trusted advisor to the clan and that they would all have to listen to her if she told them to do something.
The steaming heat made her grateful for the path she chose. She couldn't imagine spending hours hunting and patrolling in the heat. It seemed challenging to her. Not that she didn't have her own challenges. Brokenface wasn't exactly a pleasant cat and there was a lot of information to absorb. She was learning a lot, almost too much. Peonypaw was bored though. Since she had started training under Brokenface, it didn't seem like anyone was hurting themselves. She had seen several wrenched claws, a few belly aches and joint aches, but plenty of burrs, thorns, and ticks. The ticks and fleas were her least favorite part. It was gross and smelly. The sight of them made her skin crawl. But she liked helping. It was just hard to help if no one needed it. She didn't wish harm upon her clanmates, not a lot of harm anyway. She was ready for excitement. Peonypaw was nearly counting the days until she got to go to the halfmoon gathering. She was thrilled to get to see StarClan. Maybe she would get a prophecy! It was unlikely, but she could hope. She was also excited about the actual gathering. She wanted to meet the other medicine cat apprentices and brag just a little. Peonypaw was ready to take all the advantages she could of her position. Which, for the bossy she-cat, was a big enough position for her personality.
Her eyelids fluttered close, but it was bright enough outside that she could still see the sun's harsh light. It seemed that sleep finally came to her. She hoped her dreams offered relief from the heat. She had been hoping since her ceremony to have a dream from StarClan. Her breath began to come more even and deep, though she was still conscious. In another breath, a shadow crossed into her vision, which halted her plans for a nap. Her brown eyes opened and she looked up at the cat who interrupted her sleep induced state. She forced a sharp breath from her nose and casted an accusing glare at them.
"Yes? What is it?"
The steaming heat made her grateful for the path she chose. She couldn't imagine spending hours hunting and patrolling in the heat. It seemed challenging to her. Not that she didn't have her own challenges. Brokenface wasn't exactly a pleasant cat and there was a lot of information to absorb. She was learning a lot, almost too much. Peonypaw was bored though. Since she had started training under Brokenface, it didn't seem like anyone was hurting themselves. She had seen several wrenched claws, a few belly aches and joint aches, but plenty of burrs, thorns, and ticks. The ticks and fleas were her least favorite part. It was gross and smelly. The sight of them made her skin crawl. But she liked helping. It was just hard to help if no one needed it. She didn't wish harm upon her clanmates, not a lot of harm anyway. She was ready for excitement. Peonypaw was nearly counting the days until she got to go to the halfmoon gathering. She was thrilled to get to see StarClan. Maybe she would get a prophecy! It was unlikely, but she could hope. She was also excited about the actual gathering. She wanted to meet the other medicine cat apprentices and brag just a little. Peonypaw was ready to take all the advantages she could of her position. Which, for the bossy she-cat, was a big enough position for her personality.
Her eyelids fluttered close, but it was bright enough outside that she could still see the sun's harsh light. It seemed that sleep finally came to her. She hoped her dreams offered relief from the heat. She had been hoping since her ceremony to have a dream from StarClan. Her breath began to come more even and deep, though she was still conscious. In another breath, a shadow crossed into her vision, which halted her plans for a nap. Her brown eyes opened and she looked up at the cat who interrupted her sleep induced state. She forced a sharp breath from her nose and casted an accusing glare at them.
"Yes? What is it?"
