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Post by Barkroot [Misty] on Nov 29, 2016 21:36:57 GMT
Barkroot padded into the camp with a bundle of herbs. He had been super busy stocking the Medicine Den for the coming cold weather. He'd put fresh moss nests in the den and had made his own nest in a little hollow in the back corner of the den. He put the herbs in the den then came back out to the clearing and grabbed a squirrel. The russet Medicine Cat sat himself down and started eating. He knew he was supposed to eat in his den, but with no injured cats and no apprentice, it was really lonely in there. His emerald orbs glanced around the clearing. He enjoyed observing his clanmates. Each cat had something unique to bring to the clan and Barkroot liked trying to figure out what that was. He didn't know his own, but he was hoping that being a Medicine cat would help him.
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Post by Cobrafang on Nov 29, 2016 22:12:15 GMT
The rustling of the encampment's barrier caused the chestnut shaded brute's auricles to undulate, his cranium following the same movement shortly afterwards. Amber optics vigilantly observed as the alliance's Medic reappeared within the clearing, carrying foliage within a clenched jaw until the other had arrived at his destination; his personal Lair, fully stocked with all types of greenery that would prove useful as Leafbare approached. As a strong wind navigated its way through the locale, Cobrafang couldn't help his desire for some sort of assignment in the early hours of the day. There were few things he hated more than idly waiting for some sort of task - whether it was tedious or simple - and he wasn't about to wait around all day for one to approach. Instead, he decided to take matters into his own claws, as his hind ligaments lifted his structure from the softened foreground, and he began to carry himself in the direction that the Medic disappeared. "You seemed a little lonely," the dark male meowed as he entered the space, a small simper appearing across his maw once he was face to face with the russet tom.
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Post by Barkroot [Misty] on Nov 29, 2016 22:33:19 GMT
Barkroot was surprised when a warrior approached him. "Oh, uh..." The tom blushed slightly. "I appreciate the company....but don't you have duties to attend to?" (ick, short)
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Post by Cobrafang on Nov 29, 2016 22:48:55 GMT
"That's all it takes to scare you?", Cobrafang vocalized, while a small mrow of laughter escaped from his slightly parted jowls. From then on, he could assume he found the cure to his growing boredom, or at least a temporary amusement. "For now, talking to you is my duty," the tom continued, his oculars curiously scanning the locality before returning to his conversing partner. "So, what are you up to, scaredy-cat?", he continued to tease, while the corner of his maw twisted into a smirk once more. Even though the male was in no way interested in the life of a Medic, he was well aware that the role could be daunting for one feline to handle alone. So, he secretly hoped that there was some sort of mission he could be dispatched on, even if it was as uneventful as reorganizing the herbs.
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Post by Barkroot [Misty] on Nov 29, 2016 23:23:30 GMT
Barkroot chuckled, a little embarrassed. "I guess...and that's very kind of you." He watched as the tom looked around the den. "Oh, just trying to finish stocking up. The den and herb stock were in really bad shape when I first got in here."
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Post by Cobrafang on Nov 30, 2016 0:06:45 GMT
"Kind?" Cobrafang repeated the word, his optics slightly widening for exaggeration. "Wow, that's certainly not a word most felines would use when describing me," he joked once more as he took another glance around the region. "Anyways, I suppose I can lend the scaredy-cat some of this strength," the male continued, setting his peds in motion once more, his banner jokingly swatting the russet hued other in the face. "Just point me in the right direction."
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Post by Barkroot [Misty] on Dec 1, 2016 21:14:10 GMT
Barkroot blushed at the little informal nickname the warrior had given him. Maybe this was the start of a friendship? He smiled a little....until the warrior's tail brushed his face. His cheeks and ears turned bright red, leaving him all flustered and speechless when the tom offered to help. "U-uh....you can uh....help me sort the herbs if you really want to...." The medic struggled to clear the blush from his face, making sure the tom didn't see.
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Post by Cobrafang on Dec 2, 2016 2:28:42 GMT
"What, cat got your tongue?" the brute teased, his fangs flashing as his maw displayed a coy grin once more. "Or do I just make you that nervous, dear?" he continued, his aura finding a prolonged amusement in the situation. The fact that he was strictly attracted to the opposite gender certainly didn't hinder his flirtatious actions towards the Medic. It was only in good fun to get the other tom flustered, or in the best case scenario, steaming with agitation. However, in this certain situation, it seemed like the first reaction was more likely to take place. "I guess I could do that," Cobrafang then meowed in a more flat tonality, while saffron optics removed their glare from Barkroot, to redirect towards a disordered pile of healing victuals. Setting his appendages into motion once more, he brought his structure closer to where the herbs were contained, various scents instantly mixing in the atmosphere before him. Without certain instructions, he began to act upon instinct, classifying the items by appearance.
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Post by Barkroot [Misty] on Dec 2, 2016 14:59:35 GMT
The nerve! Barkroot tried to protest in defiance and denial, but all that came out were short stutters that made him seem even more guilty of having an attraction to the warrior. "How dare.....I...I....NO!" he ended with more of a kit-like pout and sounding like a kit in denial. He glared at his paws, angered that a tom he had never even met before could make him act so rashly and get him so flustered. How was this possible? He was the Medicine cat! He was forbidden from having romantic relations. But just because it was forbidden didn't necessarily mean he could block out those emotions and feelings. He was a normal cat, like the rest of his clanmates. He felt the same things they did. He wasn't this unfeeling being whose only purpose was to heal. That may have become his calling, but it didn't completely change who he was.
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Post by Cobrafang on Dec 2, 2016 20:29:40 GMT
"Oh, did I strike a nerve within our dear Healer?" Cobrafang rasped, his sardonic grin reappearing upon his countenance once more as he glanced over his shoulder to bring the other into view. He never expected one of the High Ranks to have such a thin skin, especially after such a lighthearted conversation. "Don't get your fur all messed up, it'll take hours to fix," the male continued, returning his glance towards the task in front of him: sorting herbs. "Y'know, now that I think about it..." he began, keeping his attentiveness on the mixture in front of him. "It must be quite difficult to be the Medicine Cat, hm? Not only do you have to deal with remembering all of these items, deal with hypochondriacs, you also can't have a romantic relation."
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Post by Barkroot [Misty] on Dec 3, 2016 17:54:19 GMT
Barkroot growled. "Yes. And I don't need a reminder." The medic couldn't help but wonder if he had been chosen as a medicine cat because if he hadn't he was doomed to hurt his family, if he ever had one at all. Was his calling supposed to prevent him from turning into his father? Was he destined for a lonely life full of solitude?
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Post by Cobrafang on Dec 12, 2016 1:42:44 GMT
"Well, to put it bluntly," Cobrafang began, his fiery optics glancing over his shoulder once again, "That's quite dull." Although he had spewed some sort of insult towards the other male's profession, he seemed to see no fault in doing so. It was a fair response. He wasn't the type to dance around other's feelings, or let their insecurities get in the way, and this was a perfect example of that personality. "You have to tell me, though. You've never thought about being with someone?" he spoke once more, his structure nimbly twisting until it had turned to face the Medic. Darkened peds set his ligaments in a slow, careful motion, his amber gaze never parting from the one in front of him. It didn't take long for him to became dangerously close - only a mouse length away - as he peered at his conversing partner. "You've never had any doubts about your decision?" |
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Post by Barkroot [Misty] on Dec 12, 2016 15:43:25 GMT
Barkroot growled quietly, his ears flattening against his skull. The warrior was too close for comfort and Barkroot wasn't afraid to let him know it. The russet tom took a few pawsteps back until he felt comfortable again, but his body language was still defensive as the warrior asked more questions. "No....maybe.... I don--" Then the warrior got cocky, asking if Barkroot doubted his decision to become Medicine Cat, but oh how wrong he was. "It wasn't my decision." he snarled, making himself bigger as he stepped toward the warrior. "And don't you dare imply that it was."
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