Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2009 10:21:47 GMT -5
Darkmoon sighed happily on the warm Greenleaf day. The sun dazzled across her often dull pelt, making it sparkle. From the river, a cool, soft-blowing breeze cooled her as, a bit tired with work, she arrived by the nursery entrance.
Sighing, by now with tiredness and her usual grumpiness, she pushed herself through the small nursery entrance.
Seeing, sadly, only Lionkit and his mother, she didn't know whether to smile or frown. She didn't have to much trouble helping queens and kits if there were only one queen and one kit, which meant that she could focus good time making the two strong, and for the mother, stronger again, enough to be a warrior once more. But, only one kit, who could be apprenticed quite soon, probably meant Darkmoon would go un-apprenticed for a while. Again. Last time there were new apprentices, they were not for medicine cat. Time before that? Nope. The time even before that? Well, that was about when she had become a full medicine cat. The night Speckmoon died. Besides, Lionkit was too energetic to pay attention to duties like this. Would probably not do well unless he commited to it.
Shaking her pelt, she fakely smiled. "Hello, you two, I am here to gather your moss." Darkmoon dipped her head, and plucked a wad of moss from the den. She placed it gently in the corner of the den. Picking up a bit more, she placed it by the other stack. Peering back as she rolled it together, she nodded her head, knowing there was no more. Having a tidy ball of moss, she rolled it out.
Dumping it out of camp, she raced over to near the falls. She passed a bush to find several rocks with moss. Scratching it off, she placed it gingerly by the rocks. Past this pile, another good pile of rocks with moss lay. She padded over there, tiredly, and took it. Looking around, she knew there was no more rocks, and raced back to camp.
Minutes later, Lionkit was bouncing around the new pile of moss as Darkmoon patted it down. "There." She nodded with satisfaction. "All done!"
Darkmoon flicked her tail to the two, and squeezed out. Seeing Flashwind and Saturnring dropping fresh-kill into the pile, she happily bounced over there. Picking up a small robin, she wandered over to her den and ate it. Remembering the poor queen, who must gather her strength back to be a warrior, Darkmoon realized watching kits woul be tough work. Gulping the rest of her tiny robin down, she picked up a small rabbit and carried it to the two cats. "Here, I think you should share this. Lionkit, you are five moons, I believe, or are you younger? If your five moons, then you are definetly old enough for fresh-kill. If you are three moons or younger, then no..." Her voice grew quieter and she trailed off. "Sorry, I am tired." She half said, half moaned as she padded out.
I feel ready to collapse, thought Darkmoon. Seeing her leader, she smiled and nodded. "Hello, Moonstar. Everything well?" Darkmoon said, trying to keep her tail up, though she felt it drooping. Her eyes fought to stay up. "Sorry. Moonstar, I feel like I haven't slept in ages! Besides. I think the rest of the clan needs to be helped. The queens and kits need to be fed, and helped. A warrior padded into my den with a small wound on there leg, and another with a severly dry, cracked pad. Everyone needs strengthining. Leaf-fall is coming, and soon after that, Leaf-bare." Darkmoon shuddered. Her eyes nearly closed, but she kept them open. "Anyway. Does anyone need help? Are you feeling ok, or do you know anyone who isn't feeling good? Tell me... but with permission, after I help them, can I rest? I know the clan is hectic today, and I need a few herbs, but please?" Darkmoon realized it was unlike herself to beg like that. "I think we could all do with some rest, with Leaf-bare coming soon." She grumbled.
By the way, I know Lionkit's mother died... I just couldn't post that he had his own den and everything, too weird.
Sighing, by now with tiredness and her usual grumpiness, she pushed herself through the small nursery entrance.
Seeing, sadly, only Lionkit and his mother, she didn't know whether to smile or frown. She didn't have to much trouble helping queens and kits if there were only one queen and one kit, which meant that she could focus good time making the two strong, and for the mother, stronger again, enough to be a warrior once more. But, only one kit, who could be apprenticed quite soon, probably meant Darkmoon would go un-apprenticed for a while. Again. Last time there were new apprentices, they were not for medicine cat. Time before that? Nope. The time even before that? Well, that was about when she had become a full medicine cat. The night Speckmoon died. Besides, Lionkit was too energetic to pay attention to duties like this. Would probably not do well unless he commited to it.
Shaking her pelt, she fakely smiled. "Hello, you two, I am here to gather your moss." Darkmoon dipped her head, and plucked a wad of moss from the den. She placed it gently in the corner of the den. Picking up a bit more, she placed it by the other stack. Peering back as she rolled it together, she nodded her head, knowing there was no more. Having a tidy ball of moss, she rolled it out.
Dumping it out of camp, she raced over to near the falls. She passed a bush to find several rocks with moss. Scratching it off, she placed it gingerly by the rocks. Past this pile, another good pile of rocks with moss lay. She padded over there, tiredly, and took it. Looking around, she knew there was no more rocks, and raced back to camp.
Minutes later, Lionkit was bouncing around the new pile of moss as Darkmoon patted it down. "There." She nodded with satisfaction. "All done!"
Darkmoon flicked her tail to the two, and squeezed out. Seeing Flashwind and Saturnring dropping fresh-kill into the pile, she happily bounced over there. Picking up a small robin, she wandered over to her den and ate it. Remembering the poor queen, who must gather her strength back to be a warrior, Darkmoon realized watching kits woul be tough work. Gulping the rest of her tiny robin down, she picked up a small rabbit and carried it to the two cats. "Here, I think you should share this. Lionkit, you are five moons, I believe, or are you younger? If your five moons, then you are definetly old enough for fresh-kill. If you are three moons or younger, then no..." Her voice grew quieter and she trailed off. "Sorry, I am tired." She half said, half moaned as she padded out.
I feel ready to collapse, thought Darkmoon. Seeing her leader, she smiled and nodded. "Hello, Moonstar. Everything well?" Darkmoon said, trying to keep her tail up, though she felt it drooping. Her eyes fought to stay up. "Sorry. Moonstar, I feel like I haven't slept in ages! Besides. I think the rest of the clan needs to be helped. The queens and kits need to be fed, and helped. A warrior padded into my den with a small wound on there leg, and another with a severly dry, cracked pad. Everyone needs strengthining. Leaf-fall is coming, and soon after that, Leaf-bare." Darkmoon shuddered. Her eyes nearly closed, but she kept them open. "Anyway. Does anyone need help? Are you feeling ok, or do you know anyone who isn't feeling good? Tell me... but with permission, after I help them, can I rest? I know the clan is hectic today, and I need a few herbs, but please?" Darkmoon realized it was unlike herself to beg like that. "I think we could all do with some rest, with Leaf-bare coming soon." She grumbled.
By the way, I know Lionkit's mother died... I just couldn't post that he had his own den and everything, too weird.