Accidents Happen (avery)

[Icestorm]

Avery

The sun was shining brightly through the leaves, leaving an array of small illuminated spots on the forest floor. Two young warriors made their way to the camp, but more importantly to the medicine cat den as the smaller of two was limping.

Thrushheart kept silent as Antpounce muttered angrily about his shoulder. Mouse-brained move. How could I do such a thing. This can't be my fault. Thornfur is going to have my fur for this. Starclan! Not fair. The events of earlier that day played on repeat through his head as the small warrior limped on.

Quickly before their father could spot them the two made their way to the den. "Hey Cherrybreeze, can you fix me up?" Antpounce asked in a straight forward manner. If his shoulder wasn't hurt Thrushheart would have bumped him, reminding him to play nicely. After all the medicine cat was the one that was going to take care of the cut on shoulder. "Don't even say anything Thrushheart. Just stand there and look pretty." The large tom only grunted a response back.

[Avery]

Tags: Icestorm
Words:428
Muse: Very good
Music: None
Ooc: :3

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Red tail twitching in stress the young she-cat muttered to herself as she went through the piles of herbs in front of her. It was now Greenleaf in the Clan's and with it came the abundance of fresh herbs. It was also her first Greenleaf without her mentor by her side. Adjusting to life as the solo Medicine Cat was proving to be a difficult adjustment for the dark tabby, considering her mentor Bluewing had disappeared during Newleaf. She had asked Sunstar for help in finding her but it had only lead to disappointment and heartbreak. As far as the Clan was concerned, Bluewing was gone. So, by default, Cherrypaw had received her full name from her ancestors only a few short moonrises ago, and she was now Cherrybreeze. The name, although exciting, brought up the painful reminder that her mentor was gone and she now had the weight of her Clan's health solely on her shoulders.

That thought alone was daunting.

In addition to the loss of her beloved mentor, Cherrybreeze was missing another piece of her soul. Wolfstone had disappeared shortly after Bluewing. The two had quarreled over their relationship and the gray tom had left in a huff, stating that he needed peace to think... Only he hadn't returned since then. Worry gripped her heart as the warrior's image tried to wiggle it's way back into her mind and she had to stop her routine in order to regain her composure. Long black whiskers drooped in unconstrained emotion and she longed to see her mentor and friend again. Why Starclan, would you put me through this?

"Hey Cherrybreeze, can you fix me up?"

Snapping back into the present, Cherrybreeze pushed herself together, knowing that whomever needed fixing would require an attentive healer, not one who let past memories distract her. Lifting her head up she padded from behind the curtain of lichen that separated the private section where she slept and stored her herbs from the main portion she locked eyes onto a pair of toms. Brother's from the scent of it, and well known to the Clan as being inseparable. Hazel eyes swooped over the two of them briefly and concluded that whatever the problem was it wasn't major like a bleeding wound. "Ah, Antpounce and Thrushheart... What can I do for you two today?" She asked. Although young compared to some of the other Clan's medicine cats, Cherrybreeze always carried herself with a level of maturity that fit a much older cat.

[Icestorm]

Thrushheart nodded his head to Antpounce, but still not talking. Just as his brother had told him. It was a sad sight sometimes, but it was their dynamic, their ritual. It always had been. Antpounce did the talking, Thrushheart was the muscle. It was a simple system that worked for them from kithood.

"I have a small scrape on my shoulder," Antpounce tried to play to wound off as though it was nothing more than a scratch. He really wasn't in the mood to "injured" so he figured if he played it off as nothing Cherrybreeze would agree. If Cherrybreeze saw how bad the scrape actually affected him, he might have to be treated which meant Thornfur would know. No way in Starclan was that going to happen. "I only need something to dull the pain."

Thrushheart glared at his brother harshly. He knew what his brother was doing and disagreed. "Could you double check it for him?"

Antpounce turned his head sharply, anger in his eyes.