Post by ℓυиαя on Feb 17, 2015 4:30:09 GMT -5
"I think we should call this training fiasco done for today. I want to try and see if we can find anything else for those wounds of yours, to see if they'll heal faster . . . . I really wish we had a legit medicine cat to help you."
There she was again, putting him before herself. Would he ever see a selfish streak within her? No, he supposed, probably not. She was going to make a wonderful mother. It was like she had broken through the barrier of him refusing help and when he did refuse, she just went right along and did it anyway. Amazing.. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to stop his old habits now. They were old and they would die hard.
Again a small shake of that head, 'don't worry about it,' it clearly said, as clearly as if he had spoken it. Ashnight would be just fine without a medicine cat and if he wasn't? Well he wasn't one to complain. Not that that would ever happen on the watch of Brightblossom. The thought was enough to make him smile.. almost. Instead, it looked like a faint tug of his lips, faint tugs that he quickly squelched as he stood to his paws. Those eyes looked around them as he stood, looking out for anything out of the ordinary as the day wore on. It was when she spoke, his eyes flicked back to her, a warm chuckle in his eyes.
"Yes. Better." High praise from the seasoned warrior yet his eyes held a softness that was not usually seen within his calm neutral irises. Carefully putting weight on his temperamental back leg, it hardly looked like anything at all. However, he had waited for it to stretch out before testing it's hold up ability. Ashnight had spent years trying to hide his weakness. A weakness was bad news for a warrior. Especially if it was seen.
Yet sometimes, when a weakness came along it was for the best.
Watching her, Ashnight flicked his tail at her and as he turned, it swayed rather close to Brightblossom, their fur almost touching. "Come.. Let's go get these... herbs." That gruffness was back in his voice as he spoke however it was starting to warm with use, showing what his voice could be like if he spoke usually. A warm, deep, handsome voice. When he turned, when she couldn't see, a smile caressed his face, for him and him alone.
Because of her.
There she was again, putting him before herself. Would he ever see a selfish streak within her? No, he supposed, probably not. She was going to make a wonderful mother. It was like she had broken through the barrier of him refusing help and when he did refuse, she just went right along and did it anyway. Amazing.. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to stop his old habits now. They were old and they would die hard.
Again a small shake of that head, 'don't worry about it,' it clearly said, as clearly as if he had spoken it. Ashnight would be just fine without a medicine cat and if he wasn't? Well he wasn't one to complain. Not that that would ever happen on the watch of Brightblossom. The thought was enough to make him smile.. almost. Instead, it looked like a faint tug of his lips, faint tugs that he quickly squelched as he stood to his paws. Those eyes looked around them as he stood, looking out for anything out of the ordinary as the day wore on. It was when she spoke, his eyes flicked back to her, a warm chuckle in his eyes.
"Yes. Better." High praise from the seasoned warrior yet his eyes held a softness that was not usually seen within his calm neutral irises. Carefully putting weight on his temperamental back leg, it hardly looked like anything at all. However, he had waited for it to stretch out before testing it's hold up ability. Ashnight had spent years trying to hide his weakness. A weakness was bad news for a warrior. Especially if it was seen.
Yet sometimes, when a weakness came along it was for the best.
Watching her, Ashnight flicked his tail at her and as he turned, it swayed rather close to Brightblossom, their fur almost touching. "Come.. Let's go get these... herbs." That gruffness was back in his voice as he spoke however it was starting to warm with use, showing what his voice could be like if he spoke usually. A warm, deep, handsome voice. When he turned, when she couldn't see, a smile caressed his face, for him and him alone.
Because of her.