Post by Sare « on Aug 10, 2010 19:45:46 GMT -5
[[ My muse is pretty high today xD And I think we could do with some more RPing! ;3 ]][/font][/center]Kinkfoot
'Yes, it's newleaf. All the better to get to work right away.'
The calico she-cat slowly padded through the woods, slowed down by her limp. Ever since her accident as a warrior she'd not been able to use her right forepaw. Even leaning upon it slightly caused intolerable pain - if only she hadn't been such a stupid warrior who always jumped right into things. If she hadn't been so silly as to accept Emberheart's dare to climb up that tree to catch that thrush, that fateful moment where she fell to the ground and lost the ability to use her foot forever.
'But that's life, it doesn't always give us what we want, yet we must accept it.'
Yet accepting her fate had been difficult. She had always wanted to be a good warrior, maybe even a leader someday. But no, instead she was condemned to the bland life of a medicine cat. Gathering herbs, making poultices, and trying to interpret signs from StarClan. Delivering disgusting little bundles of fur into the world so that they could grow to live out their life as they wanted to. So that their desires and ambitions to be good warriors or even leader could come true one day. But that would never be the case for Kinkfoot, who had lost her warrior name and instead become a medicine cat because of her disability.
'But I chose this fate after Emberheart died. I knew I could never be a warrior, I should have died with him if I was truly one. But my foot kept me from dying with him, and for that reason he joined StarClan alone.'
Biting back a fierce wave of emotion, Kinkfoot sniffed at the air and discovered that their was a bunch of poppies gathered by a nearby tree. Plucking a few seeds from the flowers, Kinkfoot grunted, knowing that those seeds would be used to relieve the pain - most likely that of a warrior. She still yearned to fight and hunt under the trees, yet that would never come again. She had to serve as the medicine cat of ThunderClan, it was what duty had called her to. She did not ever regret choosing to be so, but every time a warrior was named or a warrior was praised, a pang of envy surged through her body. She wanted to be like them - praised for fighting off a patrol of warriors, not stuck in a den and gathering herbs, given an job that would never give her any thanks unless she saved their lives.
'Get it out of your head, Kinkfoot. Memories are a thing of the past, and you're the medicine cat. Lingering there will never get you to any place.'
The calico she-cat grunted as her green eyes stared down at the small pile of poppy seeds she had gathered on a leaf. It was a delicate process to transport them without accidentally eating one or losing the whole bunch. But she'd do that later, for now she had to gather more herbs and restock for what she had lost during the last leaf-bare.[/blockquote][/size]