Post by Rainspark on Sept 3, 2009 15:35:31 GMT -5
Frostfern was playing with Burrkit. He was getting closer and close to six moons, so their time together was running out. She felt a wave of sadness and despair threaten to drown her. But Burrkit would be a great warrior, or, whatever path he chose to follow, he would be great, and she knew it. She would always love him and be there to help him or offer advice. And she would give her life to protect him if necessary. He was ready to truly take part of Clan life, to place his paws on the path of his destiny.
Burrkit wasn't much of a thinker; he was a doer. When he and Frost had first joined the Clans, he knew at once he wanted to be a warrior, big and brave and strong and a fighter. But since his accident, he had hung around with Willowshade alot, and decided that his first thought was wrong. He used to think thejob of a medicine cat had to be wayyyy boring. Collecting herbs all the time, tearing and mixing dumb leaves, cleaning up stinky, sticky wounds. But if it wasn't for Willowshade, he might not be here. Willowshade wasn't necessarily big or strong, but he was brave, and a fighter in a different way. He fought sickness and death with mere leaves. So there was something stronger than claws. WHen Burrkit had been in the medicine cat den while he was healing, he learned a few herbs. There was even one, a herb called deathberries, that could kill the strongest of warriors, probably even foxes and badgers! A cat couldn't do all that! Besides, Willowshade had become a good friend to him, kind and supportive. His sharp tongue was still there, but Burrkit knew he didn't mean it - most of the time. He wondered if he would make a good medicine cat. Maybe he was too energetic. Medicine cats could still hunt though, and fight if necessary. (I like to think of him a bit like Cinderpelt. She was enthusastic and brave, but when she was injured, she couldn't be a warrior. Instead, Burrkit was injured but recovered, and he chose to be a medicine cat instead of a warrior. He had a choice. Besides, when Willowkit was little, she didn't plan on being a med. cat at first. Later, I guess she thought, hey, why not?)
Goldrush looked around camp. He had been on the dawn patrol, but that was it. He still had plenty of energy left, and was bored. He wouldn't mind a hunt to stretch his legs. He looked around, hoping to find someone to join him.
Burrkit wasn't much of a thinker; he was a doer. When he and Frost had first joined the Clans, he knew at once he wanted to be a warrior, big and brave and strong and a fighter. But since his accident, he had hung around with Willowshade alot, and decided that his first thought was wrong. He used to think thejob of a medicine cat had to be wayyyy boring. Collecting herbs all the time, tearing and mixing dumb leaves, cleaning up stinky, sticky wounds. But if it wasn't for Willowshade, he might not be here. Willowshade wasn't necessarily big or strong, but he was brave, and a fighter in a different way. He fought sickness and death with mere leaves. So there was something stronger than claws. WHen Burrkit had been in the medicine cat den while he was healing, he learned a few herbs. There was even one, a herb called deathberries, that could kill the strongest of warriors, probably even foxes and badgers! A cat couldn't do all that! Besides, Willowshade had become a good friend to him, kind and supportive. His sharp tongue was still there, but Burrkit knew he didn't mean it - most of the time. He wondered if he would make a good medicine cat. Maybe he was too energetic. Medicine cats could still hunt though, and fight if necessary. (I like to think of him a bit like Cinderpelt. She was enthusastic and brave, but when she was injured, she couldn't be a warrior. Instead, Burrkit was injured but recovered, and he chose to be a medicine cat instead of a warrior. He had a choice. Besides, when Willowkit was little, she didn't plan on being a med. cat at first. Later, I guess she thought, hey, why not?)
Goldrush looked around camp. He had been on the dawn patrol, but that was it. He still had plenty of energy left, and was bored. He wouldn't mind a hunt to stretch his legs. He looked around, hoping to find someone to join him.