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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 6, 2007 15:51:32 GMT -5
Featherflight smiled and nodded. 'Oh, I see.' he chuckled. 'And here I'm thinking he was your full brother.' He grinned and wriggled down into a half sitting position, which was more comfortable for him at the moment. He had been hunting for a while and was glad for the rest. After a minute or two he slid the rest of the way down so that he was laying down. He stretched his paws out in front of him. 'Been hunting. Fun but it can tire you out after a day of it.' he smiled.
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Post by lostheart on Sept 6, 2007 17:34:15 GMT -5
Sunday as well sat down right next to the boundrey line. She gave her fluffy black and white pelt a few licks before glancing back up at Featherflight to answer him once more. "Oh no his mother died when he was born. He doesn't like to talk about her much but I do know she was in Thunderclan like our father. I think her name was Hazelflower which is who Hazel was named after." She smiled cheerily at Featherflight.
"Been hunting. Fun but it can tire you out after a day of it."
"Oh yes! hunting can be very tiresome I should know! Dewey runs our place just like a clan he says. Audrey I belive is best at hunting. She is quite the agile cat, even swifter then Dewey. But she takes pride in herself quite often which worries me at times. Not thats she vain though, if any of us is haughty it would be Sparkle," Sunday told him. It felt nice to tell another cat about her family. For she was quite proud of each of her siblings
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 6, 2007 18:31:32 GMT -5
Featherflight smiled, he was honored that a cat that had just met him and had never even seen him before that he knew of, was telling him about her family. It made him want to open up more to her and tell her more about him and his family. 'My mother would be what you call haughty, she likes to fight I think.' he flicked his tail. 'It's only because of her that I'm a warrior, I wanted to be a medicine cat but, well I don't like to disappoint her.' he smiled. 'My father's more of a pushover, though not a lot mind you, he's just more laid back than other cats. He's probably who I inherited it from.'
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Post by lostheart on Sept 6, 2007 18:43:11 GMT -5
"My mother always wanted a few of us to be warriors too. My father was going to take at least one of us back to Thunderclan to live with him. Audrey was the ideal one, But then they both died and we couldn't all be in Thunderclan and Dewey didn't want us to be spilt up either so he could look after all of us So the simplest thing he could do was become a loner himself and he honered Anastasia's wish and trained us the best he could in the art of the warriors," the pretty she-cat explained a bit of her complex history to Featherflight. She felt she could already trust him with anything. He was such a wonderful listener a bit like Dewey who was never interested but would always listen anyways just to please his sisters.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 6, 2007 18:52:36 GMT -5
Featherflight put his head to the side. 'Never thought I'd hear that loners are trained as warriors.' he grinned and giggled a little, the thought was funny to him. He would have liked to tussle with Sunday, just to see how good she was, but he wasn't sure that he should. He forced himself to stay still though. 'So you are a good fighter then?' he asked with a smile. 'You and your siblings tussle together much? For fun I mean.' He licked one of his paws before returning his gaze to her.
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Post by lostheart on Sept 6, 2007 19:06:09 GMT -5
"Oh no Audrey is the only one of us who really takes her warrior training seriously. She and Dewey might tussle for practice occasionally. I don't see why any one would ever want to fight when something could be decided peacefully. I hate any fighting I really do but there are so many horrible cats in the world according to Dewey. He and Audrey and Sparkles a bit I know have both gotten into fight with rogues or clan cats. Sparkles doesn't get into to many fights she prefers to flirt her way out of anything. Dewey mostly because he was defending us or because of his temper. And Audrey because of her sarcastic comments and bad temper. Hazel always stays at home or at least close to home and I would rather run from a fight then possibly hurt another cat," Sunday explained trying to make it obvious how much she disdained fighting of any kind.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 6, 2007 20:25:34 GMT -5
Featherflight nodded. 'I don't like real fighting either. Sometimes I like play tussling, but I don't ever want to go to a battle, but I'd do anything for my clan.' He sighed, not exactly pleased with the idea of being in a battle, though he had gotten comfortable with chasing outsiders off of his clan's territory. 'I'm going to have to go sometime I know, I'll have to fight and then I'll have to hurt someone. Oh I wish I was a medicine cat.' His shoulders slouched as his ears went back a little.
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Post by lostheart on Sept 6, 2007 20:36:14 GMT -5
Thinking hard, Sunday tried to remember what a medicine cat was. She knew Dewey had told her but she had forgotten entirely. "Might I inquire as to what a medicine cat do?" she asked feeling a little dumb.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 7, 2007 8:08:17 GMT -5
Featherflight smiled. 'I'm sorry, a medicine cat is a cat that gathers herbs and heals sick or wounded cats with herbs. They also get to talk to StarClan every half moon.' he sighed. 'Uh, StarClan is where we all go when we die.' He smiled and nodded. 'I think it would be great to be able to do that.'
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Post by lostheart on Sept 7, 2007 16:03:13 GMT -5
"Thats right I remember now. Dewey said that I would most likely be a medicine cat if I was ever in a clan," Sunday replied, "It would be so wonderful to do be a medicine cat but of course Dewey couldn't teach me that, he barely knows his herbs at all."
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 8, 2007 14:03:30 GMT -5
Featherflight smiled. 'I spent a lot of time with the medicine cat when I was a kit, and I learned a thing or two. Maybe I could teach you about herbs sometime.' he looked at her shyly, not quite sure wether what he was saying was right or not. It seemed to be fine, what was the harm in teaching others about herbs? The medicine cats exchanged herb comments and things of that sort at gatherings, surely there was nothing wrong with sharing herbal knowladge with another cat.
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Post by lostheart on Sept 8, 2007 23:14:31 GMT -5
"Would you? Really?" Sunday's forest green eyes sparkled with happiness. It was almost like a dream come true. To be a medicine cat to her family and take care of them just as she loved to do.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 9, 2007 11:28:30 GMT -5
Featherflight smiled and nodded, assured that he wasn't doing anything wrong to be teaching another cat about herbs. 'Yeah, if you'd like to learn about them. They're interesting enough, and it is very satisfying to help others with those mysterious plants. It's great.' he smiled to himself and then glanced around, wondering if there were any herbs on hand nearby. He didn't spot any at that moment and so he just shrugged. 'When would you like me to start teaching you about them?' Featherflight loved to teach others, he was excited to have an apprentice for he was one of those cats that did well at showing other cats how to do things.
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Post by lostheart on Sept 9, 2007 20:09:08 GMT -5
"Whenever you want!" cried Sunday happily. She soon relized that this not only ment that she would gain some of the knowledge of the healing, but she would also be able to see Featherflight agian. This thought seemed to brighten her day even more. She was very glad that she had found a new friend and she knew that Dewey would be just as happy.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 11, 2007 8:16:33 GMT -5
Featherflight grinned. 'Well I don't have time today, but I can probably meet up with you tomorrow. Would that work for you?' He looked at her quietly. He liked her, and would be glad to see her again, she was a lot like him. She didn't like fighting, she was interested in herbs, and she was really talkative like some cats. Those cats always made him nervous with their jabbering and questions. He tasted the wind to be sure that no one was nearby and then nodded, satisfied, when he could sense no other cats around.
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