requiem || silhouette, k'sar

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[/style][style=font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-size: 10.5px;]Swanfeather felt exposed in Thunderclan’s makeshift camp. His stomach continually twisted itself in knots as his apprehension grew. The ties between Shadowclan and Thunderclan were very thin and one more little mistake on their part and it would be war. The feminine tom was nervous for a number of reasons considering Jaggedtooth wouldn’t mind slitting his throat if that meant revenge for their fallen leader—and Ternpaw was in no condition to take over all the duties of a medicine cat. Far from it. He had quite a few things to learn before he could call the shots. The silver tom blew out a breath and tried to settle his nerves. He’d been on edge ever since Jaggedtooth attacked Brightstar. Plus collecting herbs on Shadowclan territory was a war game. He never knew if one of the patrols would attack him or torture him or something along the lines of violence. Then there was Ternpaw. Training him under these conditions were not the best but then again, the added stress would be good for his apprentice. The duties of a medicine cat were not always fun and games. There were lives at stake, especially when battles and accidents occur. So the tom supposed not everything was at a loss.

He picked himself up from the patch of sun he’d been laying in and looked around for his white apprentice. It was time they went out to look for more herbs considering his stock was dwindling. It was bound to be an adventure considering he didn’t know where to look. Swanfeather wondered if it would be in his best interest to ask Birchshadow to lend him Dappledpaw so they could get a better grasp on the new territory. However he soon thought against it. Although they were Thunderclan cats they were perfectly capable of finding their own herbs. We can start by the water, he thought as he continued surveying the camp. Or I could train him how to fight, the second thought randomly popped into his head—so randomly that he stopped to ponder the idea. Medicine cats were known for their kindness and their devotion to healing and starclan, not so much their fighting abilities. However, in Swanfeather’s mind a well-rounded Medicine Cat should know both sides of the coin. A lesson in defensive fighting and then herb collecting,[/i] he decided with a nod of his head. Now, if only I could find him… ah!

Ternpaw was speaking with another apprentice just outside the edge of camp. The silver medicine cat started making his way toward him, a wide grin plastered over his muzzle. “Ternpaw,” he said in a cheerful manner. “I think it’s time for some training, no? Come along then, let’s go. Shall we?” He turned to leave, his tail flicking for his apprentice to follow.

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[atrb=width,400,true][bg=6a81a1] Actions//Thoughts//Speaking Ternpaw stood trying to focus on the cat in front of him speaking. The slightly smaller tom was telling him about how his training went. How he managed to take down his mentor but wasn't sure if his mentor let him do it or not. Hunting, fighting, the training Ternpaw wanted. It wasn't as if he minded being a medicine cat. It was more that he could never be great at the things the other apprentice learned. Of course he was learning the knowledge of herbs and the wisdom of his mentor. Yet he wanted more then that. So how could a half blind cat learn to fight and hunt like a warrior? "Ternpaw are you listening?" Spoke the other cat. 'Not really' He looked at the apprentice and nodded. "Yeah, just thinking about what you are saying. Ternpaw answered looking at the toms face. The tom paused for a second, almost like he was thinking about Ternpaw's answer. Then continued his story. Yet the snow white tom's mind wonder off again to thoughts of his own abilities to hunt and fight like a warrior. His body was made for a warrior yet Starclan made it so he could never be one. Or if anything be a bad one. Starclan also made his clan lose their homes. He looked around the tom in front of him to get a view of the cats in his clan. It was as if uneasiness suffocated them all. Even if they stood with their heads high, Ternpaw could feel how worried his fellow clan-mates were. "Ternpaw!" He jumped and looked at the tom who had been telling him of his adventures. No, it wasn't his voice who called his name. Ternpaw stood and looked to see his mentor walking up to him. He sounded excited and happy but he was always was that way. "Yes Swanfeather?" "I think it's time for some training, no? Come along then, let's go. Shall we?" And without another joyful word, the long-haired tom turned and left. Ternpaw looked at the cat who was speaking to him with a 'I'm sorry' expression and followed after his mentor. It would probably be more fun doing what his mentor wanted then sitting there half listening to stories. Swanfeather was a great mentor, even if his lessons could be boring sometimes. The older tom had taken Ternpaw under his wing even before Ternpaw turned partly blind. So of course, from a young age Ternpaw liked the medicine cat. He was never sure that if he hadn't drank that poison water and became blind; if he would had still became a medicine cat apprentice. If he was able to be a warrior or a medicine cat, what would he had picked? He shook his head and walked fasted to catch up to his mentor. Training always meant herbs to Ternpaw. So he didn't even ask or wonder what they were going to do. He didn't have the best memory, so going over the herbs once or twice a day help him remember each one. He knew that their supplies were getting a bit on the low side. So heading out of camp, the two tom were probably going to look for the herbs they needed. He knew Swanfeather didn't know their territory and Ternpaw's eyes wouldn't be of much help. Yet they would end up finding something that the needed. It was bound to happen. Plus Ternpaw could always use his nose to smell the scents. He had been learning them and the touch of each plant also. Just in case his eyes ever got worse. He was sure as he aged they might but for right now they weren't changing.

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swanfeather
" to live in the future you must lose your memory of the past "

The beautiful, silver-furred tabby felt no remorse tearing his apprentice away from his fellow comrade. He wondered if he should feel guilty, even in the slightest bit. However he soon pushed the thought away and continued their trek out onto Shadowclan territory. It had taken the medicine cat quite a bit of time to get used to the different scents. Unlike Thunderclan their new terrain was soggy and full of reptilian creatures. Yet what was even more ironic was the fact that their old home was probably underwater by now and Shadowclan was probably one of the driest areas around—other than Windclan. Despite all that the tom missed the simple comforts of his old home. The thick scent of cedar and oak, the thickets, their camp… Swanfeather sighed dreamily as he thought about his old den. It had been a work of art. He had his herbs stocked in chronological order (by expiration) and they each had their own little slot. It was beautiful, organized, and all his. Well his and Ternpaw’s but he didn’t suppose the tom really cared about his method of organization.

Oh! Ternpaw, he glanced over his shoulder to see if the tom was following him or not. To his relief he was right behind him as always. The tom smiled at him, his eyes gleaming with joy. Ternpaw had always been a delightful apprentice. He listened and practiced and although some parts of their lessons were rather dry, he always managed to trudge through them without protest. He could not have asked for a better apprentice and he thanked Starclan every day for blessing him. Plus training him under a stressful situation was good for him—good practice in case he ever needed to act when the pressure was on his shoulders. Lucky for him he didn’t have to deal with the clan politics or worry about anything other than learning. Swanfeather on the other hand had quite a lot on his plate—keeping the peace was the biggest issue. The medicine cats always shared a certain bond with one another but that didn’t mean they didn’t show hostility toward opposing clans and with Cedarstar dead anything could happen. Not that I should be concentrating on that right now, he scolded himself and shook his head. Ternpaw is all that matters at the moment, him and his training. Let’s focus on that, yes?

The silver tom slowly came to a stop before turning to face his apprentice. “Since Shadowclan isn’t our typical territory we’ll have to look around or use our sense to find herbs,” he said with a purr. “It’s quite a delightful opportunity considering we don’t usually have the luxury over stomping all over our rival clan’s territory.” His smile grew even wider. There were some good things that came out of the flood and some advantages to be gained. “But before we do any of that,” the tom began before he crouched down and rolled onto his back. His legs were limp in the air and his head was craned at an odd angle so he could look at Ternpaw. “I’m going to teach you how to defend yourself, isn’t that marvelous?” He cooed and flipped rolled over toward him, his front paws taking playful jabs at his chest. “Although we stand for peace there’s nothing wrong with knowing how to defend yourself. After all if we die, who’ll serve the clan?” He chuckled and drew himself up. Moss stuck to his pelt but he didn’t seem to care.

“Alright darling,” he said as he skipped a few fox lengths away. “I’m going to charge at you and you’re going to defend yourself based on your instincts, okay? Lovely.” And just as he finished his sentence, the tom charged straight for his apprentice.

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[atrb=width,400,true][bg=6a81a1] Actions//Thoughts//Speaking Swanfeather glanced by at Ternpaw with a smile. Even though his mentor seemed to be making sure Ternpaw had actually followed, he had almost a glossy look in his eyes that made him seem to be thinking about something. Ternpaw knew medicine cats were the peacemakers of the clan and that Swanfeather had a lot on his shoulders. Shadowclan's leader had just been killed and their own clan had been blamed for it. Even the other medicine cats in Shadowclan seemed dangerous to Ternpaw. Shadowclan, in his mind, all seemed like horrid cats when they were upset. They weren't really a clan to be bothered. Yet Thunderclan was stuck on their land with no place other to go. Ternpaw wondered if Swanfeather was afraid of what Shadowclan might do also, or if it was just his own secret fear. Ternpaw slowed and stopped as his mentor did. They had stopped within the piney trees that made up Shadowclan forest. His mentor went on to say they were going to find herbs. Ternpaw had already guessed this and was sure that they'd head towards some kind of water. Ternpaw didn't know if there were any streams within Shadowclan. “It’s quite a delightful opportunity considering we don’t usually have the luxury over stomping all over our rival clan’s territory.” Swanfeather seemed very happy to be able to explore the land. Which he would probably end up telling Brightstar all about. Ternpaw smiled back and looked around. "So we aren't just looking for herbs? We are looking at the land also? He said quietly. Knowing the land of an enemy is a great idea to have. Any spot closer to their camp that could hid a bunch of cats, a field or a stream could help out in an future battle. "But before we do any of that," Swanfeather rolled onto his back and put his paws into the air. Ternpaw's face twisted with confusion and he looked at his mentor like he was crazy. Swanfeather's silver face looked up at him in an odd angle and his mouth opened again to speak. "I'm going to teach you how to defend yourself, isn't that marvelous?" Ternpaw felt his heart pound with joy. This is what he wanted! Finally a chance to show off his physical power like other apprentices. A chance to brag about how well he did fighting. "Marvelous? Oh its more then marvelous! It's wonderful.. it-it's spectacular!" Ternpaw then started to laugh. He had used a word that only Swanfeather would had used! Oh he was becoming more and more like that tom. The older tom then stood and started taking jabs at Ternpaw's chest. His laughter stopped as he listened again to his mentor. He felt like a kit, coming out on his first outing. Seeing everything around him, playing, and of course getting his first feel of being an apprentice. "Although we stand for peace there’s nothing wrong with knowing how to defend yourself. After all if we die, who’ll serve the clan?" Ternpaw was happy to be a medicine cat at this time. He got the best of both worlds. He was smart and wise but at the same time he was powerful and strong. Ternpaw decided, even though he was half blind, he would become one of the most important medicine cats ever. He had heard stories of other medicine cats and now his story would be told to generations after he had pasted. He smiled to himself and watched his mentor. Knowing that his mentor will also be mentions for training such a great cat. Ternpaw could only think of the tom and she-cat he would influence after he was pasted. In Starclan he will visit cats and they will know his name from the stories. They will know he is great and powerful. That Ternpaw was not only a medicine cat but a warrior. His smile grew bigger and bigger until.. As he came out of his thoughts to see his mentor skipping away he wondered what the tom was going to do. "I’m going to charge at you and you’re going to defend yourself based on your instincts, okay? Lovely." Ternpaw barely heard the words before the silver tom was just a blur running full speed at him. Instincts? Ternpaw hadn't even seen another cat fight before. He wished now that he had taken his friend's offers to watch them train. Of course he had instincts but he didn't know how to use them. As Swanfeather got closer and closer Ternpaw felt his body get warmer and start to shake. Yet without thinking as Swanfeather was almost to his paws and ducked to the right and turned quickly and jumped to catch onto this mentor's hide pelt. His never-used claws out yet soft forward as he reached toward his mentor.

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swanfeather
" to live in the future you must lose your memory of the past "

TSwanfeather wondered if Ternpaw was even going to react or if he was simply going to bowl his apprentice over. The idea amused him. His apprentice was half blind and he had no previous warrior apprentice training, so he wouldn’t be too upset if he ended up getting ran over. It wasn’t like he expected him to be a champion fighter by any means. If he didn’t have any instincts they could work on that. Plus being a fighter wasn’t the point of being a medicine cat—the point was to be a bridge between Starclan and their clan along with caring for every single one of their clan mates. However they would be useless if they ended up dying. He knew that if a battle ever arose they would go into battle to help the injured and sometimes that came at a price. They could get attacked and if that was the case they would have to defend themselves because if they ended up dying they put their clan at risk. So even if other medicine cats found fighting to be horrible or against their virtues, Swanfeather thought otherwise. It was a necessity, a necessity that Ternpaw would learn and appreciate.

His paws pounded against the forest floor. He could see Ternpaw’s eyes widened with disbelief and he watched as his body began to shake. A smile slid onto the tom’s face as he reached for him, thinking that he would most definitely topple his apprentice over. However it seemed that the fates had a different idea. His apprentice moved swiftly to the right, avoiding his outstretched paws, and then he could feel Ternpaw’s paws connect against his rump. Swanfeather couldn’t control the pride that swelled within his heart. Without any previous training Ternpaw had been able to not only avoid his attack but counter attack as well. He couldn’t ask for anything better. The silver furred tom turned around and padded back to Ternpaw, a purr welling up inside his throat.

“That was spectacular,” he praised. “I was pretty sure that I’d topple you over but you surprised me, kiddo.” His tail slid over Ternpaw’s cheek and under his chin. “However if you do counter attack you should make sure it’s worth it. Once you start a fight cats tend to make you want to finish it. Another approach would be disarming your enemy. For example, instead of counter attacking aim for my paws next time. Attempt to trip me or knock the wind out of me which would give you a chance to flee. There’s no such thing as a good medicine cat if it is dead, right? Lovely, lovely.” He nodded his head, the smile never wavering from his face.

He knew that the other three medicine cats didn’t teach their apprentices fighting or defense. They said that there were other things to focus on than fighting. In general they were supposed to be pacifists but Swanfeather didn’t necessarily believe that they should be unprepared. He wondered if the Shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, Dappledpaw, would think of defensive training or if she’d agree with her mentor. He blinked, the question prodding him. “Ternpaw,” he suddenly said. “Do you think medicine cats should learn how to defend and fight? Honest answer please, you certainly won’t hurt my feelings, darling.”

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[atrb=width,400,true][bg=6a81a1] Actions//Thoughts//Speaking Ternpaw panted as his mentor turned to give him the results on how he had done. He wasn't use to the sud-dent rush of adrenaline. Let alone training fighting and running around. Ternpaw didn't mind though for this is what he wanted. He loved how his muscles burned and his heart raced. It made him feel very powerful and in touch with not only his mind but body. It made him feel that even though he was partly blind he could feel every part of his body the same. He could feel how it interacted with the world around it like no other cat could imagine, unless they are blind too. As he caught up to his mentor and sat in front of the other tom. He could hear the purr which erupted from Swanfeather. Ternpaw felt that in the purr the tom didn't have to say anything more. Of course Swanfeather was proud of him. He didn't free up at all and used his body for what it was meant. Swanfeather meowed a word of approval and spoke his amazement, which only made Ternpaw glow more. His tail swept under his chin and Ternpaw couldn't help but smile and let his own bubble of purring be let lose. “However if you do counter attack you should make sure it’s worth it. Once you start a fight cats tend to make you want to finish it. Another approach would be disarming your enemy. For example, instead of counter attacking aim for my paws next time. Attempt to trip me or knock the wind out of me which would give you a chance to flee. There’s no such thing as a good medicine cat if it is dead, right? Lovely, lovely.” Ternpaw's smile did fade but that was only because he was listening. Taking every piece of information into his mind so he knew how to do better next time. Swanfeather was still smiling so it wasn't like he was upset. Ternpaw knew that hearing the bad things made you understand better. It was a good thing to hear the bad things until you do it perfectly. Then your mentor will focus on something else; where your mind is, your posture or maybe the things around yourself you should had watched for. Ternpaw understood all of this was did his best to watch for anything he needed to do. But that is easier said then done. Ternpaw looked around, wondering if his mentor was going to finish this training section for the day and move onto herb hunting or keep going with the fighting. He didn't really mind either. Of course he was a bit tired and he knew they really needed to find some herbs. Yet learning to fight has always been his passion. "Ternpaw," Swanfeather voice made Ternpaw turn toward his mentor almost instantly. It was too sudden and almost hesitant. “Do you think medicine cats should learn how to defend and fight? Honest answer please, you certainly won’t hurt my feelings, darling.” Ternpaw's eyes widened. Of course learning to fight was a great thing all cats needed to learn. He smiled and nodded, starting into his rant on why its important. Maybe it was mostly because he wanted to continue these lessons also. "Of course I think learning to fight is important. Medicine cats risk their lives for the warriors who defend the clan. Yet we can't be locked but and sheltered because we have a passion for something else then them. We can't just be weak cats who heal others. Like you said before, what good would we be if we were dead? No one to pass on our knowledge of herbs. Learning to fight, to me is very important. My body was made for a warrior.. a great warrior. Yet Starclan made me blind.. but i still think they knew I was going to be a great cat and continue with my training.' Ternpaw looked up at his mentor with a smile. He was glad they got along so well, having someone who was like a father and a mother to him was the only thing he needed. Ternpaw looked to his paws shyly. "Swanfeather I have a question for you." He wasn't sure how to say it. Was it even possible? He still would follow the rules as a Medicine cat. Yet somehow he wanted to be much, much more then just that. "Is it possible to be more then a medicine cat? To be a warrior and a medicine cat at the same time?" Ternpaw's eyes found his mentors. He was completely serious. What if that was what the clans needed? warrior medicine cats.

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She swept her gaze around the ShadowClan camp, ears making a descent in angle, drawing closer to her skull as she found that Birchshadow was nowhere to be seen at the moment. Her gaze found a butterfly fluttering through, and she flinched as she resisted the urge to pursue it.

The normally jolly, carefree apprentice had grown progressively solemn in the time after Cedarstar's death, and had also gained another set of traits she had previously been void of; among this list was a sense of shame and self-consciousness. She padded stiffly out of the camp after the butterfly, aware of all of the sets of eyes around her that would undoubtedly focus upon the medicine cat apprentice if she were to begin lunging merrily at the insect.

As soon as she was out of view and hearing range, she gave a slight smile and leaped at the butterfly, though she didn't really want to hurt it. It fluttered more quickly away, and she pursued, barely missing roots and fallen limbs as she kept her eyes trained upward. It was in doing this that she lost all awareness of the other presences around her, and it was in doing this that she interrupted the training session of two ThunderClan cats.

Dapplepaw made a move to leap over the protruding wood, but didn't move quick enough. Her back legs hit the root hard, sending her tumbling down right to the two felines, narrowly missing them before she was stopped by a root. She shook out her fur, shaking her head vigorously. She felt her ears tipping back in embarrassment as she realized that these weren't any two ThunderClan cats--these were the medicine cat and their apprentice. Even worse, the young apprentice couldn't even begin to grasp at their names.

She felt her fostered spite for ThunderClan beginning to boil in her blood, but but it back the best she could. They were like her, right? If there was one thing that Dapplepaw had begun to have trouble finding were cats like her. She bit back her anger long enough to apologize.

"I, uh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt," she murmured, body compacting and head lowering a bit. Her emerald eyes focused upon the ground. "Uhm, really stupid question--I mean, really stupid question--but have either of you seen Birchshadow." Her eyes flickered to the butterfly which now seemed to be fluttering over her head, taunting her. She hoped they hadn't seen it when she was chasing it! Get away, butterfly. Get AWAYYYY. "I was, uh, looking for him. But I can't find him anywhere." StarClan, she felt so stupid right now...

Watch, for I draw near...
"Hark, allow my lyrics to flow into your ears!"
My thoughts are in shackles, prisoners of my mind.

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Muse | 08/10
OOC | I'm so sorry for the wait, guys. Hope this isn't a problem. She came in after Tern's monologue, btw.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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