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Ferretmask
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Nov 19, 2019 4:10:00 GMT






Ferretmask’s opinion of Flickerfrost had dropped considerably after the war. Once, when GorseClan had been whole, the two of them had been nearly amicable. But Bonestar’s rule had soured them all, and it was rare to see the medicine cat without a smart remark or a curl of her lip. After the last of their physical wounds were patched and healing, Ferretmask was uninterested in seeking out reparations or trying to make amends. Any amount of time around the uncomfortable cat was too long, and from what she’d heard she hadn’t changed too much since then, anyway.

Featherpaw was a different story.

Somehow, Ferretmask found herself pitying Bonestar’s kin - a conflicted feeling that left a pit in her stomach. But it was there nonetheless; the little kitten was an outsider, and was often tucked into the back of Flickerfrost’s den like an easily forgotten berry. She wasn’t sure what was or wasn’t considered normal for medicine cats, but she couldn’t help but worry about how the kitten was being treated. When was the last time Featherpaw went out for a jog, or caught a breath of air that wasn’t musty with moldy leaves? And even if she was being treated well physically, it couldn’t be healthy to have a head stuffed full of Flickerfrost’s cynicism.

As soon as Flickerfrost left her den, Ferretmask made her approach. She carried a still-warm shrew in her jaws, entering the medicine cat’s den with little warning. She dropped the fresh-kill at the apprentice’s feet. If she tried to reach out to determine what was wrong with her, she’d shrug it off; either way, she’d nudge the little piece of prey closer to the kitten. “It looks like you haven’t eaten in moons, Featherpaw,” she remarked suspiciously, with a hint of pity in her mew. Featherpaw was naturally small, she knew, but confirmation bias made her narrow her eyes. “Flickerfrost is feeding you, right? With prey? When was the last time you got some sun on your fur?”

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Featherpaw
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Nov 19, 2019 4:50:01 GMT
FEATHERPAW
Someone slipping into the den was no new tale, nor was being left in there alone. She knew she did not have to stay holed up in the den - she didn't always, either...but sometimes she preferred it like that. She had gotten used to treating thorns and minor scratches by herself, and she did not mind it really. She may not be the most confident, but she could be certain how to do that much without Flickerfrost's guidance, at least. She was getting better...wasn't she? Still, it hurt that some cats would come in for treatment, only to leave with intent to visit Flickerfrost later, as though Bonestar's kin could only make things worse.

Why couldn't they just forget that? She had never even met most of her family...

Lionpaw was all she had.

Featherpaw had just finished treating an apprentice who actually allowed her to tend his minor wound, watching him trot off happily to join one of his denmates, when the scent of a shrew floated toward her nose. Her stomach was quick to remind her with a silent pang that she had not eaten that day, but she instead willed herself to back up a few steps to let the other Gorgeclanner enter. She did not want a repeat of that time she had stood dumbly in Fangstar's way, especially not when she realized the cat approaching was the deputy, no less.

Yet the words Ferretmask spoke were not a curt greeting or a bare explanation of an injury or her reasons for being there, nor did she appear to be seeking Flickerfrost. She was there...specifically for her? Ears flicking forward in surprise, the little molly blinked at her in surprise for a moment, before the feline's pitied comment and searching eyes broke through her dumbfounded silence. 'Feed me...?'

Jump-starting into action, the little feline shook her head frantically, before realizing it might give the wrong idea. "Y-yes, of course! I just...forget to eat sometimes...I was just about to, really..." Featherpaw lied, lowering her head slightly as her ears slipped an inch backward. She did not really forget...she just...avoided the prey pile sometimes. There were times when she would go to get a meal, and certain clanmates might hiss or glare at her, or mutter to their denmates, likely with every intention of her overhearing. It was...unsettling. Of course she knew they would not really stop her from eating, but she figured it was better to just...leave them be and go back later. If she let them forget about her...maybe eventually they just would stop noticing when she was there.

Normally it was not too much of a problem. Sometimes Lionpaw would hunt for her - she never could learn to hunt, could she? - or other times...usually the warriors and apprentices were bound to leave, they were often pretty busy. Yet it just so happens that one of the nastier warriors had an old shoulder wound that had begun to act up recently, and today he happened to be taking it easy around camp. Sure, it was not like he was guarding the prey pile from her or anything, he was just soaking up some sunlight in the ravine...yet in truth, Featherpaw could not help but avoid him after what had happened last time.

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Ferretmask
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Nov 21, 2019 19:56:37 GMT






Every jerky movement the apprentice made deepened Ferretmask's worried frown; she felt pangs of pity at the shocked looks Featherpaw shot her way. She seemed surprised to be spoken kindly to, and deeply ashamed to have let her down - even though the pair hardly knew each other. Featherpaw's susceptibility, mixed with Flickerfrost's inherent coldness, made this more likely a match made in the Dark Forest than in StarClan.

"I'm no medicine cat," she replied at last, taking a seat, "But even the youngest kit knows that you need to eat to keep up your strength. It's great that you're so focused, but you have to take care of yourself." She lifted a careful paw and pushed the shrew closer, insistent. "Hurry, now, before it gets cold. No use wasting it - good prey or that bright mind of yours."

She lifted a hind paw and idly scratched behind her ear. She wanted to make it clear that this was a battle she didn't intend to lose.

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Featherpaw
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Nov 23, 2019 1:53:32 GMT
FEATHERPAW
Well, Ferretmask certainly seemed intent. At least she was coming off as a bit friendlier than Fangstar - the leader made her endlessly nervous, but the looks of concern and the way she sat herself down and nudged the shrew she had brought closer made Featherpaw feel a bit more comfortable in the deputy's presence. Still, she could not help her own nervous stuttering, beginning to feel bad for lying to the deputy, but not wanting to get anyone in trouble either.

That would earn her no favor, after all.

"O-of course...I know that," Featherpaw offered hurriedly, though her voice was soft and uncertain. Another look was cast toward the particular bane that kept her from the prey pile today, who was by all appearances simply resting in camp looking like he would rather be off attending his warrior duties, before ducking her head and tucking into the shrew.

A few bites in showed the molly was clearly hungrier than she had willingly admitted, but she was still careful not to eat too fast. At least she knew the poor decision that doing so could be, and it was always something she subconsciously monitored. The fact that the older feline still lingered drew Featherpaw's attention to her memory, and she realized her rude lapse in manners.

Pausing in her meal, the apprentice swallowed, before casting a shy glance up at the deputy, eyes rounded with uncertainty but clearly shining a gratitude as well. The "thank you" she offered was a small, meek couple of words, but they held within them her gentle, considerate spirit, before she returned to the shrew.

In truth she was pleased. Featherpaw had quite honestly been waiting for the tom to wonder off before she went and got some prey, or for her brother to come back and head her way with something to eat. Really he did know her best, but sometimes she could not help an edge of uncertainty even around him.

She still got sparks of that old fear for her life whenever he lost his temper, no matter that she knew he cared for her.

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Nov 24, 2019 2:31:08 GMT






Ferretmask’s efforts surely hadn’t gone to waste; Featherpaw inhaled her shrew like she was a half-starved kitten, not a half-grown apprentice. She followed the medicine cat’s gaze to Dunefur, who was soaking in the last of the sun’s rays before the cold settled in. She wouldn’t mention it to Featherpaw, of course, but she quietly decided to sneak in a word with Fangstar about potential problematic behavior. She found herself sizing him up, wondering who he truly was beneath that pelt (a sentiment most GorgeClanners had when looking at each other nowadays).

“Oh, don’t mention it,” she replied, pleased enough to see the tortoiseshell’s spirits rise. “And, listen, if you ever need me to tell a furball off — even Flickerfrost, I know how she gets — just tell me.” The conversation would be more than a bit unpleasant, sure, but it would be much easier for her than for Featherpaw. “And if you need me to pick up a mouse for you once in a while, I don’t mind coming around.”

She stood up and stretched her legs, one ear twitching in surprie as she nearly headbutted the beginnings of a new spider web. She knew they were just herbs, but it still felt weird, and she shivered. “Now,” she began, leaning forward to nudge her hind legs. “Time for an afternoon run, kiddo. I can show you how to climb trees better than anyone, and sometimes there are… berries in them. Or something like that.” Truthfully, she just felt a bit of exercise would be good for the homebody, and a lot better than hiding away.


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Featherpaw
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Nov 26, 2019 8:55:34 GMT
FEATHERPAW
With the shrew eaten, Featherpaw flicked an ear back uncertainly at Ferretmask's words. The thought of punishing or reprimanding someone, or even standing up for herself in a bolder way...well it was not necessarily something she was comfortable with. Even if they were making things a little harder on her...scolding them just seemed like it would make things worse. In truth, her mother did not give her the best picture of 'scolding,' so it was hard for her to picture the offer without at least some twinge of anger or violence.

It would all come back to her anyway, would it not?

So, Featherpaw was quick to shake her head, paws shuffling anxiously against the cave floor. "N-no, its...I'm fine, really," she excused, giving another soft shake of her head. She certainly did not want any 'telling off' for her sake to lead to her being expelled as Flickerfrost's apprentice because she decided she was too ungrateful. Who knew where the healer's temper would take things? While Featherpaw could not say she was most confident in her duties, the thought of being a warrior instead, of causing the wounds she wanted to heal so much...she was not sure she could stomach such a possibility.

No, this was who she was supposed to be. It was just...taking longer for everyone else to agree, was all.

Settling down on her haunches, Featherpaw distracted herself with smooth strokes of her tongue across her one creamy paw, rubbing it across the dappled fur of her face. In truth, it was also a habit to calm herself a little, force herself to relax. Oftentimes she did not feel safe enough to groom or sleep around her mother, so willing herself to do so around her clanmates was her little reminder to herself that she was safe here. No matter what they said, there were many rules in place against hurting each other - especially when it came to the healers. She was in no danger here. Right?

Still, the apprentice kept her ears pricked as always, eyes often skimming back toward the deputy. Both in politeness to show she was paying attention, of course, and the constant instinct to watch her back. it was something she could not let go of, and to think these cats had lived through a war. What gave her the right to be so much more fragile?

Those thoughts were promptly dismissed as Ferretmask stood.

Automatically, the apprentice lowered her paw and sat up attentively, ready for any kind of dismissal or order that might be given. Deputies were busy cats, right? Most likely the molly had already stayed longer than intended, and now she was off for whatever duties she had to attend.

At least, that was what Featherpaw thought until the older feline spoke. Blinking in surprise, Featherpaw hesitated, ears once more angling just slightly back as she curled her plumed tail closer to her flank. A run? Climbing? Unless the deputy intended for them to climb junipers, Featherpaw was not sure what berries she thought they would be collecting. Was it just...for fun? In truth, Featherpaw had never put much thought into fun. For six moons of her life it had not even been an option.

Still, Ferretmask seemed rather set on this.

"A-are you sure?" she checked, casting an uncertain glance toward the herb stash and her mentor's nest. She may have done the tasks she was asked to do in Flickerfrost's absence, but what if she was needed here in camp while her mentor was out? "Are you s-sure Flickerfrost won't mind?"

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Dec 7, 2019 23:02:18 GMT
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WHILE MUCH IS UNKNOWN ABOUT THIS MYSTERY DISEASE, IT HAS CHOSEN TO GRACE YOU WITH ITS PRESENCE.

a musty odor begins to fill the nose of  . it consumes her sense of smell and soon becomes all she can recognize. soon a chill creeps through her body, and within moments she's shivering as if she's been left out in the cold.  

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Ferretmask
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Dec 8, 2019 3:28:53 GMT






Deputies were busy people, yes, but their duties involved more than scraping together patrols and barking commands — or, at least, Ferretmask was determined to broaden that scope during her time as deputy. GorgeClan was a patchwork Clan now, and it would take a deft claw to weave them back together; if she couldn’t do it, it was at least part of her atonement to try. And part of knitting a Clan back together was an enthusiastic, engaged medicine cat; there was no way Flickerfrost would fill that role.

Ferretmask knew that untrained muscles would atrophy, and without enough exercise Featherpaw’s would as well. She didn’t think Flickerfrost had found the cure for it — if she had, Featherpaw had no business looking as scrawny and scared as she did. “I’m sure, Featherpaw,” she reassured the apprentice, though she was not that sure at all. In fact, Flickerfrost would probably be furious when she found the mingled scents of her apprentice and GorgeClan’s deputy traipsing into the territory. But, well… she had no right to take it out on her charge, especially when Ferretmask technically held the authority here. Eager to quell her worries, she brushed her tail against Featherpaw’s leg. “Why would Flickerfrost want you to rot away in here? C’mon, I’ll talk to her when we get back.”

She tilted her head towards the exit, padding out and then glancing back. If she noticed the apprentice shivering, she’d think it was from the anxiety. What else would it be?


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Dec 9, 2019 23:39:39 GMT
FEATHERPAW
Any worries or concerns about the situation were soon obliterated as a strange scent wafted into her nose, causing the young molly to frown distractedly. This was not any herb she knew. It smelled to musty, even to be a bad herb, and she knew for certain that none of the herbs in this den were old enough to create such a strange and admittedly awful scent.

Muzzle scrunching slightly in confusion, Featherpaw tilted her head to sniff the air, attempting to find the source of the odd smell. It did not seem stronger in any particular direction. Still, the molly allowed the deputy's words to wash over the top of her as the scent got stronger, until she could no longer decipher anything else, her eyes watering slightly from the strength of it.

After a few harsh breaths out of her nose and some rubbing with a forepaw, a new distraction fell upon her.

Like the icy water she had ventured into to help out Dawnpaw, a chill crept into her until it consumed her, sneding a chattering through her bones and teeth until she sank toward the ground against her tremors. It was not cold enough to be shivering like this, her fur was perfectly dry, she has showing no other symptoms of sickness....what was wrong with her?

The only out of place thing was that strange, all consuming scent...

Through her watery eyes, overwhelmed sense of smell and entirely uncalled for shivering, her gaze caught onto Ferretmask staring back at her questioningly, waiting in the exit. All thoughts of leaving, though, had already fled the apprentice's mind. Her mouth opened, but no words came out, and it took her a moment to push herself back into a trembling sitting position, ears angled back and uncertainty clouding her face far stronger than before.

"S-something's wr-wrong" she stumbled out, ears flattening further.

Without another thought, she pulled herself to her paws and shakily made her way toward the herb store, her priorities entirely shifted as she hunkered down before the neatly sorted herbs and allowed her gaze to flicker anxiously across them. A chill? It made no sense to have one...yet it was the only thing she could place with her symptoms. Or perhaps it was the beginnings of a fever? Uncertain, the molly pawed a small amount of feverfew toward her to eat, before resting her muzzle near the lavender to inhale its soothing scent.

Why was her mind not working through this? She was supposed to be a medicine cat. Yet then again, she had never considered the possibility of getting sick and needing to treat herself, much less without knowing what was wrong. it surely did not help that this strange scent was blocking out the smell of the herbs, likely dulling any hope of the lavender helping at all.

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