Show off! [Adderstone/Basil-leaf]

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[atrb=width,469,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=1C131C] It was just after sunhigh, and Quailpaw was sore. Her mentor decided they should practice fighting and well Quailpaw disliked that idea greatly. After spending the entire morning getting beat on and worked her mentor just gave up on teaching her anything other then more basics. She was let off the hook, however she was told she had to catch some prey for the clan. The older apprentice waltzed into camp with a mouse dangling in her jaws, as well as a young robin. With a flick of her tail she dropped the prey on the pile and began to make her way toward the Medicine cat den, honestly by now it was part of her daily Routine. With a gentle smile and her blue eyes sparkled with a look of excitement. If her mentor didn't tell her to catch prey she would of went out to find some herbs, she knew that they were getting low on Catnip, and Burdock Root. With a sigh inwardly scolded herself for not going now to get some, Besides maybe Adderstone already got some she was the medicine cat now so she probably knew what she was doing. With yet another sigh Quailpaw thought about how lucky Adderstone was, sharing dreams with StarClan, caring for SoulClan cats night and day. Oh Adderstone lived the most amazing lifestyle! And Quailpaw was stuck as an apprentice, most likely for the rest of her life. Composing herself she entered the Medicine cat den and glanced around as the familiar scent of herbs filled her nose. "Adderstone!! It's Quailpaw" she purred gently looking for her friend. Well Quailpaw considered them as friends, but Adderstone may have thought differently. "Talking" 'Thinking' "Acting" "Your character speaking"

[Administrator]

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[{SPOTTED} the creepy {CREEPER}]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=B74900] The tom was glad when he had found out he had been chosen to be the new Medicine Cat Apprentice, it was time for Basil to meet the Healer of soul clan, and make his introductions. Making his way from his den to the she-cat's den they called Adderstone's. He only hoped the female would be glad to see him, and they would begin training right away. The scent of herbs flew into his nose as he neared the den, followed by the scents of two other female cats inside the den. Perhaps, she was healing a patient, that would be good experience for him. His mother must have been smiling upon him, to give him such great chances. Large and toned the tom walked into the den with a small smile on his face, almost forgetting that his scar went through half of it. With deep baritones he decided to introduce himself 'Hello, I am Basil-Leaf your new apprentice, I hope I was not ruining your fair ladies conversation.'. His smile seemed to deceive his scar, and his wooing voice did not help his condition either. Hopefully the women would, allow his presence as he was supposed to be here, but that would have to be learned later . So he waited with his bottom to the floor of the den and his tail flicking behind him, waiting for a response that was. 'Speech' 'Thought' |Word Count: 224|OOC: <3 MC|Status: Complete|

[sweet]

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[atrb=width,469,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=1C131C] “Oh. Hello. Come to help?” Quailpaw smiled as the she-cat spoke and flicked her ear, she couldn't help but admire the new medicine cat. She was so lucky! What Quailpaw would give to be in her paws. 'If i were Medicine Cat i would have met cats of StarClan already, and been able to care for so many! Oh it would be an amazing thing!' The thoughts made her purr gently and she had forgotten all about Adderstone. “How’s your training going? Well? Uhrr… Who’s your mentor- again? Despicably boring I bet,” Her attention was brought back to Adderstone and she blinked. How Could she forget? Icestar was their leader and Quailpaw's mentor, and Quailpaw complained about him every day, well not really but she wanted to. Clearing her throat gently she smiled "Icestar, and training is very boring...Tried to teach me to fight today, again." huffing gently she knew she would never make it as a warrior, she would spend the rest of her life as the leaders disappointing apprentice. “Here, I was just- Ah, cleaning. Newleaf Cleaning time and all that, Why don’t you go and sort out the roots?” Now that was what Quailpaw was talking about, good ol' herb time! The idea of sorting through roots to most others was boring but to Quailpaw, she believed she was born to do that! Nodding gently to Adderstone she gleefully moved toward the roots. Suddenly remembering what herbs that she must be missing. "Oh Adderstone i forgot to mention we are out of Burdock Root and Catnip." She purred trying to be as helpful as she possibly could, and then he walked in. Quailpaw looked at the first root but as she reached for it a tom entered the den, she recognized him somewhat. He was once an apprentice and had already been named a warrior. With a blink and a smile she looked at him to say hello, however it was what he said that made her jaw drop with terror. ''Hello, I am Basil-Leaf your new apprentice, I hope I was not ruining your fair ladies conversation.'' Quailpaw could not remove the terror filled look on her face, she was in shock. He was Adderstone's apprentice? Since when!?!? What made him so great!?!? Why wasn't she made Adderstone's apprentice, this tom was already a warrior! Shaking her head she blinked, maybe this was a joke, maybe she was just dreaming! Yeah maybe that was it and she would wake up moments from now and laugh about it! Oh wait it wasn't a dream since if it was the pain she received from training earlier. So instead she tried to calm herself down and looked as normal as she could, however her eyes gave away the fact that she wanted to cry. "Hello....Basil-leaf" she mewed quietly and pitifully. Her life was over. "Talking" 'Thinking' "Acting" "Your character speaking"

[Administrator]

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[{SPOTTED} the creepy {CREEPER}]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=B74900] With each move of the she-cats paws, the scent of herbs increased, he watched as the two females, sorted out the stock. Basil could slightly tell that there was no presence of some herbs, and a stronger thicker scent for others. As if there was more in stock then another herb. The den seemed to be room, that was a least to him and his size, as multiple cats would have to fit in the space at once, but it was getting boring taking in the surroundings, when he could be talking to his new mentor. When his words had time to fill up the space, and reach the ears of the two females, he watched each's reaction. The smaller female, he saw looked rather, pale, as if she had just seen a star clan member for the first time. Her eyes seemed to be filled with some sort of fear, maybe she was afraid of him, or maybe it was his scar, he was not exactly sure, but it worried him, much so. Basil-leaf moved towards her, as her hello came out, it seemed saddened and defeated,like he had done something to her he was unaware of. Sitting next to her and the piles of herbs, he wanted to cheer her up some how, he could not stand other cats being sad, and sounding defeated. 'Are you alright, you seem to be grieving something' He offered her a smile hoping she would cheer up some. The silence seemed to be interrupted by the verbal flailings, of Adderstone. She seemed just as surprised as the other female was, she seemed a but rude at first, but he could tell that the stock made her reaction that way. His comfort level was returned as she lowered her voice, and began speaking like a rational feline. She asked lots of questions, and said many things, but it was rational, which was basil-leaf was glad to hear. The tom opened his mouth once more to answer her inquires.'I am only twelve moons indeed, and have become a warrior, but at Icestar's request, I have been sent here to learn under your mentor-ship.' He wanted to see the other female smile, or at least try and be happy, before he began to walk around with Adderstone, if not he would think he was being rude, to leave her there in her lonesome state. 'Speech' 'Thought' |Word Count: 410|OOC: Basil is trying to comfort Quail ^^|Status: Complete|

[sweet]

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[atrb=width,469,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=1C131C] Before Basil-Leaf had come in she nearly jumped on the idea of becoming Adder's apprentice, it would have been all she had ever dreamed of! Sharing dreams with StarClan, meeting past medicine cats and leaders! Oh the stories she would hear! However her dreams were now crushed from the words of this large orange tom, who had already gained the privilege of becoming a warrior. "Are you alright, you seem to be grieving something" His words made her want to scream out in anger, but the quiet she-cat just crumbled further. Her stomach cringed and cramped and just just wanted to dissolve away. 'I'll never be anything...' she thought to herself and melted closer to the ground her skin growing warm as she felt anger blister in her body. Quailpaw rarely ever was angry, she never liked the idea. It caused wars and made enemies. She tried her best to hide her feelings, she didn't want to look sad, nor did she want to look angry but those large blue eyes of her just gave everything away! She was a silly jealous she-cat and there was nothing she was going to be able to do about it. With a deep breath she spoke softly her usual melodic voice crushed and turned into a depressed quiet sound. "I'm fine." "Talking" 'Thinking' "Acting" "Your character speaking"