such a misfit; duskmist and open

[eclipsepaw]

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=cfcaeb] wandering | talking | thinking The clearing was lit with the colors of winter, the soft blue and whites reflecting from the freshly fallen snow. A slight shiver even rustled through the camp as everyone finally began to emerge from their dens. Even the thicker furred riverclan cats were having a hard time with the cold, barely stopping themselves from shivering. Mistpaw watched them from the side of the camp, her eyes fixed on the medicine cat den, waiting for Duskmist to emerge. When sudden movement at the camp entrance caught the corner of her eyes, she looked that way. Eclipsepaw had emerged from the entrance, looking grief stricken. She twitched her ears, pitying him. It must have sucked to be stuck outside in a storm like that. He appeared to have found some amount of shelter, because he looked fairly dry. Well beside the tears that streamed from his eyes. He disappeared into the elder’s den. Off to check on his mother, she predicted silently. Her eyes again returned to the medicine cat den in frustration. She realized that this was not the appropriate way for Duskmist to notice her. It was hard enough to find a good apprentice like that. She actually had to talk to the she-cat and get to know her. To let the she-cat realize how good she really was. Shy little Mistpaw sighed and got up. Her tail rustled fiercly behind her, the only sign that she was afraid of what she was about to do. Even her round, innocent blue eyes seemed to be dim and fearful. She padded forward, placing each paw carefully, as though she was still scared of being rejected. Mistpaw finally made it to the entrance of the medicine cat den, enjoying the way the herb smell drifted over the roof of her mouth. In her head, she was already separating each scent into its separate category and name. She tilted her head slightly when she came across an herb that she had never smelled before. She growled silently, the only sign that she was frustrated. Then she realized she was greeting the medicine cat empty-pawed. She rushed over to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a scrawny mouse that managed to be the plumpest thing on the pile. Her blue eyed looked over it with dislike, wishing she had time to go hunting before greeting Duskmist. As time had it, Mistpaw had no time do so and would have to make do with the pitiful mouse in her jaws. Once more, the gray furred she-cat made her way over to the medicine cat den once more. This time however, her voice broke the frosty silence.are you awake duskmist? word count: 448

[[Duskmist]]

Ugh! Why do Leaf-bare seasons make the lives of medicine cat worse?

Duskmist fluffed up her thick and fluffy coat as an icy breeze of wind blew, protecting her from the cold. If the cold weather wasn’t enough to annoy her, she still has her future patients waiting for the herbs she carried. Her mouth was filled with tiny scraps of catnip she found somewhere in their territory with frost killing most of it. She wouldn’t probably have a good number of them if she didn’t venture out of the camp in time. She really had hoped that she had someone to command to do the hard work of harvesting herbs instead of her.

A pang of guilt suddenly washed the medicine cat as the thought of having another apprentice came in her mind. Her previous apprentice, Dreampool, was found dead after she had ordered her to replenish their stock. It wasn’t until she helped a queen give birth that Duskmist recalled that her apprentice was out for so long. It was then that Dreampool’s dead body was found. The medicine cat already knew that it was the work of the decoys. Since then, Duskmist still hasn’t decided if she would keep another apprentice or not. Howlingsong’s kits doesn’t seem to be interested and the only one she knew that had a knack of knowing the herbs was a cat training to be a warrior.

And there she is- the apprentice that had the interest in herbs.

Duskmist entered the camp and noticed the she-cat mewing patiently in front of her den. Mistpaw was always the type of cat who liked staying in the medicine cat’s den. Silly apprentice, you’re already training as a warrior and not as a medicine cat. Duskmist knew that Mistpaw wanted to be her apprentice pretty bad, but since the position was once taken by Dreampool, Mistpaw had no choice but to train like any other apprentice. The last time the young she-cat asked about training as a medicine cat apprentice was when Dreampool was still alive.

...and now that she’s dead, you think you’ll have a chance?

She entered her den, passing by Mistpaw, before carefully placing her harvested herbs in one of her shelves. “No, I’m still asleep,” Duskmist mewed sarcastically, answering Mistpaw’s question. “Is that mouse for me?” The apprentice had brought a mouse for her, too. In the midst of Leaf-bare, prey had been too scarce that it was better left for the nursing queens or elders. “It’s better for the elders or Howlingsong to have them. I can manage.” Although it was obvious that Duskmist was being mean to Mistpaw, she cannot bring herself to say harsher words to such a sweet cat.