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SUNSPARK

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Angry. She's so angry. Her paws, her entire body, feels like it's tingling as she drags herself across the clearing of camp, one that feels impossibly too big now, into the medicine cat den. She's managed to stop growling in every breath, but she grits her teeth down so hard she knows her jaw will be sore in the morning, her tail lashing behind her in a constant state of unease and unwillingness to settle. To fight the tightness in her throat that wants to turn into tears, to resist the urge to take her claws into everything around her right now and to throw it down, because it would feel good.

But the smell of the often herb-filled den and the damp scent of their still-ruined camp hits her first and she deigns herself to not ruin Moonbeam's job. She's too important for that. There's a lot of cats who need her. Not that Sunpaw's ever been one of her patients, or really ever spoke to Moonbeam much but, the impression Sunpaw's always gotten is that she's at least... nice.

She could use nice right now.

Sunpaw turns herself around to face the medicine cat, inhaling shaprly before she meets her eyes, head still held high and in a sense of proud that could almost be called haughty if she wasn't just trying to put it on to feel less small than she does right now. Her voice won't work so she doesn't try it, just tipping her head back slightly in a silent, So what do you want me to do?

\\ @Moonbeam
 
She is thankful for the way Sunpaw turns and moves towards her den when the suggestion of her helping out is given, thankful that Foxtail was more than willing to offload his apprentice after the argument onto the medicine cat so that the anger and frustration that the younger member of the clan was feeling could be turned to something more productive than arguing in front of others or attempting to strike her mentor. The pale medicine cat follows silently behind the other, ears pricked as they move through the moss that drapes carefully over the entrance to the den before she offers the other a small smile and speaks. "I was needing some help getting all the mud out, especially over here near where the herbs usually go." She moves when she speaks, motioning with her paw towards the usual herb storage area, now soaking wet and gross with mud. They weren't WindClanners sure, but digging in the ground and getting their paws dirty could do the girl some good.

"We can just throw whatever we don't need into the river, give it back before taking some dryer moss and putting it down to help protect things a little better." It'd make it easier to wrap the herbs up in something so that they were less likely to float down the river again if something like the flood were to happen once more.

They would work quietly together for a moment, before the older feline's ear would twitch, tail waving idly behind her and maw would open once more. "Do you want to talk about what happened? Or any questions about stuff? I know it's difficult learning so many new things and getting your world turned upside-down like it must have when you joined. Nothing leaves my den if you do want to talk." Especially with so few patients in there for once, all healed or healed well enough to sleep in their own dens once more.

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    infections
    aches & pains
    ꕥꕥ illness
    ꕥꕥ breathing
    ꕥꕥꕥ traveling
    ꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
    kitting
    ꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
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    SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
    15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
    homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
    currently mentoring none
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
 
Moonbeam's smile is grating against her frustration, but getting away from the yelling and looking into the face of her mentor, of the deputy and the leader, of everyone who had been stuck staring at her immediately takes some weight off of her shoulders. She manages to exhale, even though it shakes, but it doesn't hiss, or growl, and her ears flatten back with the weight of embarrassment instead.

Starclan above, she's never going to live this down, is she?

Her gaze turns eventually as Moonbeam speaks and, honestly, she missed most of what the medicine cat said, but it's easy enough to put the picture together and she tips her head in vauge acknowledgement as she steps over to start hauling mud away. And for a while, Moonbeam doesn't try to speak. Sunpaw... appreciates that. And it's nice, to finally use her body for something. Just feeling her muscles working, having something to push and pull against makes everything feel a little less tingly.

Do you want to talk about what happened? Sunpaw turns, immediately giving Moonbeam a scathing look she knows... she doesn't really mean. She's right to ask it, probably. Or questions about 'stuff', whatever that means. But it has been hard. She didn't really know what she was signing up for when she abandoned her kittypet life, only that she knew that whatever it was, was going to be better than being cooped up and manhandled all day by twolegs.

But for a while, she works in silence. And in the end, she doesn't know exactly what gets her maw to open, other than the fact her mind hasn't been silent for a single second."Everyone's been looking at me like they're waiting for me to do something wrong. Well, now I did it. So now, I guess they'll look at me like I'm just some annoying bald spot in their pelts for the rest of my life."

"Lichenstar was wrong,"
she declares. "Foxtail never told me to talk to him privately. He just came up and started talking," and interrupted her conversation no less. More irritatingly, now that she thinks about it. Her paws dig deeper into the mud, shoving harder with the strength of emotions behind it.

Her thoughts swirl back over the situation. "If he doesn't like the way I talk to him, fine," she huffs, the word especially sharp, "But I'm not going to respect him just because he tells me to." And he's a lead warrior, or whatever. She gets it. That makes him magically earn some respect- does that put him somewhere below deputy, then? Maybe she really doesn't know.

"And not if he's going to take my only friend away!" her voice pitches up back into that angry place, her chest squeezing as she slams her paws back down into the pile of mud, sending it splattering.​
 
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They work in tandem for a few moments more, the offer of speaking one that Sunpaw seemed to not want to take and that was fine with the medicine cat, though it seemed that the seed had been planted and it just took the spitfire apprentice a few more moments to decide she wanted to speak than expected. The medicine cat is careful to listen, to process the words that are flung and declared and though she doesn't care much for the way the mud splatters across the medicine den she didn't say anything about it, ears simply twitching in response for a moment at that before her own maw opened once more. "I know it feels that way now, but believe me that there has been worse said and worse done. Few will actually remember this enough to hold it against you so long as it doesn't happen too often." A small musing, a small warning to the apprentice that she needed to shape up but said in a friendlier way. Eyes cast towards the other from the side for a moment before she begins working carefully to clean mud from herbs once more.

"I'm sure even Lichenstar had her moments when she was younger, Hazecloud too. No one's perfect, some put their frustrations out in their work and never talk about it, and others speak out about the injustices they feel that have happened to them as you did today... but that respect is what keeps others from saying everything they want to say, keeps venomous words closer to the chest or shared with friends at mealtimes to simply vent rather than say it in front of the whole clan to hear." She thinks on her words for a moment, paws shuffling leaf after leaf as she looks carefully at them before looking back to Sunpaw. ""You didn't grow up like many here did with the ways of the clan and the ranks taught since birth, it's something everyone just assumes all to know when it's things you must learn, just as I didn't know the difference between herbs or what they were for before they were taught to me, just as you weren't born knowing how to fish and swim."

"I'm sure you show respect to the queens within the nursery, give them food before you eat just as the code that's been taught to you declares, though they haven't done anything to you specifically to earn your respect. You know it should be given so it is done so, it's the same with the lead warriors if you're born into the clan, knowing simply that they deserve and should be given your respect, but Foxtail is also your mentor, teaching you how to survive and fight for what is yours, what is RiverClan's. If not because he's a lead warrior then why not give respect because of that? Even if it's just pretend to get yourself by, until you become a warrior, until you have learned the information that many are born into learning once they can hear?" It would make life easier for Sunpaw, make it easier to get her punishment lifted, and maybe - just maybe - she would learn the way of the clan and finally understand why what happened did, and why she was punished.

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  • flesh wounds
    infections
    aches & pains
    ꕥꕥ illness
    ꕥꕥ breathing
    ꕥꕥꕥ traveling
    ꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
    kitting
    ꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
  • 85735138_Ng21HDz61WrGyCp.png
    SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
    15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
    homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
    currently mentoring none
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
 


"...Hope so," she grumbles at Moonbeam's attempt to assauge her fears over this matter. Right now it feels... too big for her to handle. Like she's really let the lid off of her pot and let it all boil over, and it's spilling onto the floor in hot, angry foam that can't be replaced. But since it's boiled over, all it can do now is simmer, softer. As long as it doesn't happen too often. And there it is again, the subtle jab that has Sunpaw's brief flicker of 'maybe' in her chest squashed right back down into a sharp scoff.

But then Moonbeam's saying a lot. A lot, a lot, and truthfully it takes her actual willpower to listen to every word and let it not just go in one ear and out the other. It's hard to focus right now, when she still feels her paws burning, prickling, sharp with the need to do something with them, restless with the fading echoes of anger that are trying to figure out where they can settle instead, but it's just the same that gets her out of the headspace of just wanting to yell. "I didn't mean to say it in front of the entire clan!" she insists, even though that's not Moonbeam's point. And she knows it's not, so as Moonbeam's gaze levels back on her she shuts her mouth and keeps working on the dingy, damp, gross things in the den.

Moonbeam has a point, and for several seconds Sunpaw considers it in sincerity. It would be easy, to pretend. To just ignore it until she's figured it out for herself, but. "But that's a lie, Moonbeam." And she'll put her pride before it all, even if shutting her mouth and putting her head down would be the easy way out. "It's not like I hate.... Foxtail," she hesitates the finish the sentence because, actually, she had said just that. She hated him. She hates him. She takes a breath. "I'm angry at him," she murmurs instead, correcting herself with a rush of breath. It takes a lot to admit that. But she knows it all the same.

"Brookpelt didn't want me. But Foxtail is so... different. He's nothing like me, and I'm nothing like him. And he just... He just annoys me!" She says it, but then her gaze skirts to Moonbeam with the understanding that maybe that isn't something she should be saying anymore. She flicks her ears, too late now. "He's so... so timid, and stutter-y and... and jumps at the shadows! Everything about him annoys me, and I don't know why," she sits herself down. She'll keep working in a minute, but if she's being honest, she's not doing much right now other than push things around because she can't take them out of the den to actually dispose of it when they're talking about something like this.

"I know... he's not bad. He's actually kind of... nice. And I know... I know other cats like him a lot too. And I know I don't have to get that, and I try to tell myself that, but then something happens and I just," her face scrunches, trying to find words for feelings she's never understood in the first place. "I don't know. I just get... mad. At everything. Like, everything," she puts the emphasis here, even though it feels a little dramatic. "And I know that? And most of the time it feels so... good. But I get mad, then people get mad at me, and then they give me that look, or say something, and then that just makes me even angrier. And then I don't wanna be mad anymore, but then I can't do anything about it."

It's the most articulate she'll ever get to ever explaining what just happened in the middle of camp. If Foxtail - if she - if something - hadn't pushed her buttons like that, if she had been able to hit the stop button somehow, would it have been this bad? Would she have lost Owlpaw then? It's... her fault.

Her ears pin back, her head physically shaking once, sharp, as she dislodges the thought from her head and stands back up. "...I'll clean up the mud I splashed." It's not a sorry but it's close enough.
 
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