oh i want to fly . someday i just might try

[ACE! the cannibal]

Wrenstar sniffed her paw curiously, and licked her black paw with some contemplation. damn thorn. she growled under her breath, before she licked her paw once more. maybe it wasn't a thorn, but a nettle, those things hurt just as badly as thorns. And they often came in more than one, like a little vicious patch attacking your paw. Once, when she was an apprentice, she had large pebble caught in her paw, stuck for a week. She had practically snapped her tongue off when the medicine cat removed it from her paw.

She was a tough old bird now, fully grown and a leader for StarClan's sake! She did not need the medicine cat's help. Especially a young one, like Leaffrost. She wasn't saying she was unappreciative, but the last thing this prideful leader wanted to do was admit herself to the help of the snow leopard for a pawful of.. sharp things.

maybe i can walk 'em off. She thought with a sharp nod, getting to her paws. It hurt, but she managed to stay on her paws and walk around in a tight circle. She was master of disguising pain, but nonetheless, she lay down and gripped one of the pointy things with her teeth before pulling. A sharp, loud sound emitted from her throat before she looked at the mark and gave deep growl. dang, these buggers are in deep. She shook her head, knowing she had to rip them all out, before they infected, which was garunteed a trip to the medicine cat. A leader? Admitted to the medicine cat's den? For ignoring some thorns? That's a great message. She grunted, each pause between the statements was the fact Wrenstar was pulling the nettles or thorns from her paw, before spitting them over her shoulder carelessly.

[`echo !?]

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/leaffrost2.png] [scrolly:h(98),w(310),sy] Sitting, un-relaxed in her den that resided in a cave like formation, Leaffrost leaned forward to sniff at one of the more soothing scented herbs she had in her storage. That specific one might be needed when the weather got warmer... With ears perked and green eyes focused, she shoved the herbs into a safer spot, standing with the movement. She was careful to keep her tail closer to her, not wanting to accidentally hit anything out of place. To reorganize again would be a giant pain. It's happened before. Her tail, so awfully long and thick, could be quite the disadvantage sometimes. When it was in the lower temperatures or when she traveled though, it came in great use though, so she didn't really wish for a 'shorter' one so to speak. Letting out a sigh, she grumbled to herself, dragging her dark claws against the ground, leaving a score in it with her frustration. "Why I ever became a medicine cat, I can not figure out," she fretted to herself. It was so boring- the only thing interesting to her was the dreams she would receive from Starclan and the chance to use her herbs and knowledge on injured cats- which was something she enjoyed much more than fighting. That didn't mean she couldn't complain though. Turning, she exited the cave-like entrance, head low to avoid the hanging vines and branches that kept the wind out to prevent the herbs from blowing away. Off to originally search for one of the herbs she was short on, her ears perked to the sound Wrenstar had made. For Starclan's sake, what was that? she thought grumpily. Better not be another whiny apprentice. Setting out towards the noise, she looked almost unnerved when she realized it had been her leader whom made the sound. ((Sorry, this is a terrible post. o.e I'm so tired and.. unmotivated today.)) [/scrolly]

[ACE! the cannibal]

i will burn you all to ash, and laugh as you cry in misery. Wrenstar had to continually think that thought, the only thing that was giving her joy. She would do it too, without hesitation. Find the unfortunate nettle patch that had stood in her path, light on fire and dance in the firelight glow. Her ears pinned back, Wrenstar stopped and let her paw drop. Of course, she would be labeled insane, which really didn't add to the traitorous daughter of a blood-thirsty rogue. Ah, yeah. Great legacy right there.

Tail twitching, Wrenstar turned her right paw and sucked a nettle into her mouth before pulling fiercely. Her eyes floated upward, meeting with the emerald ones of the medicine cat. mouse dung. She swore with feisty vengeance and spat the nettle or thorn, some object that was going to die sooner or later into the grass. Which she should probably clean, less some poor kit stumble to that area. Leaffrost, Greetings. She grunted, sucking another sharp object of woe from a black spot, tugging with a little less difficulty before letting it fall on the ground. Nice afternoon, isn't it? Another thorn, another tug and another enemy to fall on the ground. One last pull on one last rival that had the nerve to climb into her paw, Wrenstar spat that one away before looking at the medicine cat.

Anything I can help you with? Signs from StarClan? Prophecies? Missing Herbs? She asked, tilting her head with a rather rough, neutral look on her face. She never did speak much to Leaffrost, she hadn't been an apprentice when Wrenstar had been slinking around in the night, bleeding her ears out. No, her mentor had done that. Her ears twitched and she had to wonder if the old male had shared her secret meetings with his student. Less likely, but Wrenstar wouldn't doubt it, not yet. She doubted ever becoming deputy, never really was the type for it. But look at her now, nine lives, one given to her by her very own mother! She winced slightly as she remembered the pain of all nine, and how she swore after almost every one.

She continued to stare, before she finally silently dismissed the cat to stretch out her left paw. Less nettle thorns in this one, but still a couple. Damn apprentice. She swore, before giving a tug at one, before squealing roughly as she realized just how deep it had gotten in. Her tail, now twice as thick as before, fur on end, she twitched with annoyance, on the verge of breathing fire.

[`echo !?]

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/leaffrost2.png] [scrolly:h(98),w(310),sy] Leaffrost approached Wrenstar, her ears perked curiously towards the leader. With an inward sigh, she realized that the stubborn she cat was yanking nettles from her paws. That couldn't feel good, nor was it probably safe. It would have been better if she had just come to her medicine cat, but she knew that that was asking too much of the leader- after all, she (appeared) to be very independent. It was odd, she hardly spoke to her leader, despite them both being of a high rank, and them both having a couple things in common, including the dislike of apprentices. It wasn't often heard of that the two ranks didn't talk at least slightly more than these two did. Hello Wrenstar," she greeted with a flick of her tail, eyes trailing from the other, down to the nettles that rested hazardously on the ground. "It is a nice afternoon. Kind of windy though." With a flick of her tail, her thick paw stretched out to swipe the nettles into a small pile. It would make them easier to scoop into a leaf and dispose of properly. She held in a scoff, unnerved slightly by Wrenstar's carelessness, though she figured the other she-cat was going to eventually dispose of them. "No, nothing right now, though I am going to go look for some herbs soon," she reassured, whiskers twitching as her ears perked, tail wrapping around her paws as she straightened up. With a pause, she wondered if she should say something about her paws. Instantly, she decided. "I heard you a moment ago- you sounded like you were in pain. She didn't wait for Wrenstar's response. Your pads look like they hurt. You should let me put some chervil on them, it will prevent infection and most likely help with itching that nettles cause." [/scrolly]

[ACE! the cannibal]

Okay, since when did LeopardClan ever have nettles? She remembered some ivy and lots of vines but never nettles. The whole idea of such a simple plant growing in the wild and untamed rain forest was simply appalling but then again, when Wrenstar thought about it, she shouldn't be surprised. She always did have the uncanny ability to bring out the worse in people. Why not the same in places?

She listened half-heartedly, trying to focus really. Honestly and truly. After all, for the rest of her moons she would be in contact with the medicine cat, both having a supposedly strong contact with starclan. Keyword, being supposedly. Har har. StarClan. Sniffing lightly, she nodded, feeling the breeze in her fur. The trees are doing a better job than I thought in keeping the wind out. She mewed before locking her jaw and preparing to dive into again.

She really didn't know Leaffrost. Never really wanted to get to close the medicine cat, although her career called for it. Maybe she should try. After all, ever since Loudpaw's disappearance, she didn't have a single friend, or a single family member. No one. Well, if you could call that hap-hazardous, over-anxious call of disaster of an apprentice a friend, add Littlepaw to the list.

Pulling a nettle out, she frowned and lay it down gently, having seen the medicine cat sweep up it in her pale grey tail. Snorting, she nodded to the growing bundle. I'd be careful if I were you. Those things are nothing but a pain in the tail, quite literally. And she flicked her tail as she spoke. Another nettle out as she bowed her head and pulled. Growling, she pinned her ears and set her mouth into a frown. Well, as much as she was enjoying the small talk the two were having, she didn't want the medicine cat's help. That was the entire point of her laying down and going through minutes of excruciating torture.

Fine. Fine. I was about to quit anyway. She growled, throwing her paws into the air and hardly flinching when they landed on the ground. Apprentices will be the death of me. She sighed, whiskers still twitching with aggravation.