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[Mama]

Shadepaw was tired from training, it had been her second session since the bear attack, and the training hadn't been going fairly well. Her mentor, Jasperfrost, refused to meet her eye and within the first minute he had ran away. The tom ranted on and on about someone coming, Sweetoak or some other silly name, and left the disabled apprentice stranded in the woods. It was his job to help her see better, and to assist her training, but she'd been stuck most of the time trying to get back into the camp. 

The wound on her face had been reopened and was covered with dirt and dust, and her pelt was messy and had brambles sticking off of her like vines, a few dragging and tripping her. Her stubby tail, that made her constantly off balance, was wagging back and forth with anger as she pushed into the camp. Her ear was pinned back, and she felt sore all over after falling down a steep hill and into a thorn-bush.


She knew it was about the time for her to stop by Silverfang, the medicine cat, who wanted her to come daily to get her wound checked and to take some vile herbs. But besides that, it was nice to hang out with the she-cat, plus she sometimes got to touch her fur. Of course it wasn't romantic or anything, and she would never admit to her liking to cuddle, but when she did it always ended with the apprentice being 10x as happy as she previously was. As Shadepaw slipped into the den, her eye flickered around for the medicine cat. "Don't ask." She grumbled towards her pelt. "Jasperfrost left me in the middle of the woods again." 

[silverfang218]

Silverfang had been sorting herbs, having already put aside a small bundle for Shadepaw; the bundle contained a couple herbs for Shade to eat that would help her wounds heal and ease the remaining pain. If Shade’s wound was bothering her, then Silver could also make a poultice for her. Silverfang is humming softly as she works, her paws moving almost automatically. She was just putting away some poppies as Shadepaw walked in.

The medicine cat turns towards the sound of someone entering her den, and her blue gaze quickly takes in Shadepaw’s disheveled appearance. The silver she-cat moves to get some cobwebs to wrap back up Shade’s wounds, and her mouth opens to ask what happened just as Shade explains that her mentor left her. Silver lets out a frustrated sigh, as she sits with a quick motion for Shade to sit in front of her so that she can wrap those wounds back up. Silverfang makes a mental note to give Jasperfrost a piece of her mind, sooner rather than later.

“I could perhaps help train you a little bit, at least until I talk to Froststar or until I manage to talk some sense into your mousebrained mentor.” Silver offers. If she can’t talk some sense into Jasper, then she will take the matter straight to Froststar. They can’t have mentors just abandoning their apprentices in the woods. Plus, Jasper doesn’t really seem to be teaching Shade much, causing Shade to likely fall further behind. Silverfang doesn’t like that either. We can’t have that.

[Mama]

As Shadepaw sat down, the medicine cat had started to speak. “I could perhaps help train you a little bit, at least until I talk to Froststar or until I manage to talk some sense into your mousebrained mentor.” Silverfang mewed. Shadepaw agreed with the mousebrained part, he acted as if he was insane! "He doesn't even make eye-contact with me! And when I made him look me in the eye, he freaked out and started to scream about some cat named Sweetbark or Sweetoak or whatever!" She grumbled, as she took one of the brambles and ripped it roughly out of her gold and black pelt, sending tufts of fur flying.

"He did this last time too, he's as insane as a twoleg." The apprentice grumbled.

[silverfang218]

Silverfang lets out a little huff as she motions for the apprentice to be still for a moment; if Shadepaw obeys, then Silver is going to carefully rewrap the injuries on Shadepaw’s face. “I’ll talk to Froststar about that then. Like I said, I’d be happy to try help you with your training in the meantime. I may be a medicine cat now, but I was a warrior too not all that long ago.” Silverfang is concerned for Shadepaw’s continued abandonment in the woods. Silver doesn’t know Jasper very well, and has no idea what his deal is, but she can easily see the results. She doesn’t like these results. “You do not have to train with him until we get this situation fixed, how about that?”

While Silverfang never did have an apprentice on her own as a warrior, she is confident in her abilities to at the very least keep an apprentice from falling too much farther behind until the whole thing is fixed. It hadn’t been too long since Silverfang was a warrior, and she would like to think that she keeps up rather well. She still occasionally hunts, typically on the way back to camp after gathering a few herbs, though she is much better at fishing, which is also something that she tries to do often enough that she doesn’t get rusty. Fighting might be something that Silverfang has trouble teaching, as she had to mix up her way of fighting so that it doesn’t work against her injured leg. However, she could still probably teach some.

Silver would just like to help, to be completely honest, yet the mild mannered medicine cat isn’t quite sure how to approach this situation. The only thing she can think of is to go tell Froststar, as the leader would likely have a better idea of how to fix this. At the moment though, Silver has an apprentice that missed an entire lesson, two entire lessons plus a moon’s worth of learning actually, and that just won’t do, so Silver would be more than happy to give Shade a impromptu lesson right now, if asked.

[Mama]

Shadepaw sighed and stiffened up for the medicine cat, her stubby tail twitching with frustration. “I’ll talk to Froststar about that then. Like I said, I’d be happy to try help you with your training in the meantime. I may be a medicine cat now, but I was a warrior too not all that long ago.” The medicine cat offered, and she gave a quick nod of agreement. “You do not have to train with him until we get this situation fixed, how about that?”

That was perfectly fine with her, Shadepaw was growing to despite the senior warrior, and the though of having to try to find her way out again made her pelt bristle with anger. "Thank Starclan for that." She muttered.

[silverfang218]

Silverfang nods in sympathy for the young cat in front of her; Shadepaw doesn’t deserve to be just abandoned by their mentors in their times of need. Silver herself had been very lucky after her fall to have an understanding, even motherly, mentor; Jasperfrost doesn’t seem to be that way, at least from his treatment of Shade.

The medicine cat quickly but carefully re-bandages Shade’s wounds. Once she’s done, the silver she-cat takes a step back; she nods a bit to show that she’s done before scooping up the small package, containing herbs to help healing and ease pain, that she has prepared for the younger cat. “Eat these.” Silver orders.

[Mama]

Shadepaw let her wrap her wound once again, the pain almost normal to live besides, and her thoughts were busy enough to keep her from dwelling on it to complain. As the herb wrap was nudged towards her, the apprentice gave a light sigh before starting to munch on the contents. Her ear flickered back, and her stubby tail wtwiched slightly.

The bile flavor filled her mouth and almost made her gag, she hated eating stupid plants constantly. Weren't cats supposed to eat meat, not leaves? Thank Starclan she didn't have to work with them all day, she much rather be a warrior then a nasty old medicine cat. No hard feelings to Silverfang, of course, she wasn't as nasty and old as others she'd seen.

[silverfang218]

“Now, you should go get some freshkill or get something to drink to get rid of the taste.” Silverfang would laugh if she could hear Shadepaw calling the medicine cats old and nasty; on the contrary, Silver would much rather be here than trying to hunt. To each their own, but Silverfang feels Shadepaw’s pain here. She spent moons eating those herbs; everyone can agree that it’s just terrible. Silver is hoping that Shade heals enough to not warrant any more nasty herbs.

The medicine cat smiles softly in sympathy to the young apprentice before going back to sorting herbs, unless Shadepaw seems to need anything else.