Spinning threads and catnip beds Dec 3, 2019 20:37:38 GMT -6
Post by wish on Dec 3, 2019 20:37:38 GMT -6
Ruepaw flattened his ears over his speckled head, as his brother used his words for him and offered their services to the black medicine cat. As usual, his much more talkative brother had to make the decisions for both of them, even when the black and white tom had already chosen to avoid the entire ordeal altogether. With an audible exhale, the massive tom turned back on his feet and followed the comical herd of apprentices out into the ancient redwood forest. Whatever...Ahead, the red sun hovered between the trees and covered the ancient wood in a fiery luminescence. Soon it would be midday, and his desire to train later with Finchstar vanished like mist over the lake. There would be no time. Ruepaw trailed near the rear of the band and watched silently as Orchidshade slowly wove between the smaller cats and redirected them toward the Bear Stones.
The black and white tom flicked his ears toward Goldenpaw and muttered. "I'm sure she regrets this entirely." Ruepaw narrowed his gaze. He knew he did. As the band slowed into a halt, he realized then that there was an unusual tension in the air, and his neck fur leapt into an involuntary bristle. The tom twisted his brow in confusion, as he tried to find its source. Ah...his stare slowly landed on the testy she-cat who had destroyed his nest a moon ago. That makes sense. He quickly redirected his stare back toward the medicine cat and waited for further instructions. The tom had little interest in what had riled the small she-cat this time. Someone probably looked at her the wrong way, he concluded. With a leisurely tail flick, the tom focused his attention back on Orichidshade, as she started to talk about catmint.
Wait. He almost recoiled as her instructions continued. Poisonous? Since when? The tom understood that Orchidshade knew far more about herbs than he did. However, he swore that holly berries and deathberries were the only poisonous herbs on the island. He had done his homework. Ruepaw narrowed his stare. Why would she tell them that? The massive tom was too obedient to confront the medicine cat, so instead he listened with a nod. He was sure she had her reasons, as unusual as they were. When she had finished, the tom then realized that as one of the older cats in the herd, he would have to enact his seniority and take charge as a leader. Great...he muttered inwardly.
Raising his chin, Ruepaw looked over the crowd and then motioned toward the forest. "Hazelpaw, Ravenpaw, and Newtpaw, come with me," he meowed. His voice held its usual reserved stoicism, but it was a bit louder than usual, a bit more in command. His stare flicked over his brother and Windpaw for a second, his decision to avoid the she-cat as obvious as the recent chill, and then turned back toward the redwood forest. Goldenpaw can deal with her. The black and white tom addressed Newtpaw's former question then. "Catmint, although poisonous," his voice faltered for a moment. "Can cure even the worst case of greencough, so its imperative that we pick it before the final frost." He flicked his tail over the tom's flank and then continued. "Just do as Orchidshade said and only touch the stems, ok?" Ruepaw made sure the rest of the tom-cats heard and then directed them toward the underbrush.
"Let me know if you find any," he meowed once more, as he narrowed his stare and slowly observed the brown and dry foliage for the familiar herb.