Post by xvinn on Jun 19, 2024 20:28:09 GMT
dipperpaw (he/him) | orchidclan
The young apprentice had more or less prepared himself to be reprimanded by Ice-eyes for his lack of knowledge, preparing himself for the worst case scenario. To be laughed out of the medicine cat's den, to be laughed out of OrchidClan and laughed out of the hopes of ever passing on to StarClan one day. He'd be cast out to the Dark Forest for sure. But when Ice-eyes seemed to almost... compliment him? One of Dipperpaw's ears seemed to perk up from once being flat against his skull. What did she mean that was more than she once knew?
Well, of course, cats weren't born with this knowledge, that was certain. But he would have expected a medicine cat as fantastic as Ice-eyes would have known pretty much everything by the time she had become an apprentice! She was so full of knowledge, after all. As far as Dipperpaw was aware, she was built for being a medicine cat. Not only with all her knowledge, but also with the kindness the white she-cat often seemed to exude to everyone around her, even the grumpiest or the most timid of cats. But as she went on to lead him further into the den, he looked around him, making sure this wasn't some sort of trick.
Dipperpaw had spent some days as a kit in the back storage area of the medicine cat's den. He wasn't a sickly kitten by any means, but he was the littermate to some rather chaotic sisters, who would seemingly come into the den with a tornado of mayhem to wreck upon anyone or anything that crossed their paths. The small black and white tom had often felt guilty for Ice-eyes in particular, who had meticulously organized more herbs and seeds than he could ever count. While it was upsetting when the warriors' nests might have gotten destroyed, they would be much easier to put back together than an entire storage of medicine. So, he'd spent many days back here helping Ice-eyes reorganize. It was a win-win, in the end, because it gave him an excuse to leave his sisters' chaos and perhaps some stern words from one of the senior warriors. In fact, sometimes he'd even be met with a tiny bit of praise for helping reorganize things.
As the plants were placed in front of him, yellow eyes looked over them before looking towards Ice-eyes. It made sense that she often distinguished these things by smell, but looking at them himself, he could spot some of the differences perhaps more distinctly by sight. It would be hard not to notice the bright colours of the lavender in comparison to the perhaps more scrungly-looking hops. Of course, the sound that the hops were found near twoleg nests once again made his ears flicker with discomfort. Stars above, why do so many things have to be found near twolegs?
Still, he leaned forward and took in the smell of the little buds. He pulled back and stopped himself from sneezing, rubbing the back side of his paw against his muzzle to try and stifle the instinct. Instead, he tried to focus his energy into speaking. "Um, they look weird. Like little flowers that didn't quite grow all the way," he pointed out, tapping at one with a paw.
Well, of course, cats weren't born with this knowledge, that was certain. But he would have expected a medicine cat as fantastic as Ice-eyes would have known pretty much everything by the time she had become an apprentice! She was so full of knowledge, after all. As far as Dipperpaw was aware, she was built for being a medicine cat. Not only with all her knowledge, but also with the kindness the white she-cat often seemed to exude to everyone around her, even the grumpiest or the most timid of cats. But as she went on to lead him further into the den, he looked around him, making sure this wasn't some sort of trick.
Dipperpaw had spent some days as a kit in the back storage area of the medicine cat's den. He wasn't a sickly kitten by any means, but he was the littermate to some rather chaotic sisters, who would seemingly come into the den with a tornado of mayhem to wreck upon anyone or anything that crossed their paths. The small black and white tom had often felt guilty for Ice-eyes in particular, who had meticulously organized more herbs and seeds than he could ever count. While it was upsetting when the warriors' nests might have gotten destroyed, they would be much easier to put back together than an entire storage of medicine. So, he'd spent many days back here helping Ice-eyes reorganize. It was a win-win, in the end, because it gave him an excuse to leave his sisters' chaos and perhaps some stern words from one of the senior warriors. In fact, sometimes he'd even be met with a tiny bit of praise for helping reorganize things.
As the plants were placed in front of him, yellow eyes looked over them before looking towards Ice-eyes. It made sense that she often distinguished these things by smell, but looking at them himself, he could spot some of the differences perhaps more distinctly by sight. It would be hard not to notice the bright colours of the lavender in comparison to the perhaps more scrungly-looking hops. Of course, the sound that the hops were found near twoleg nests once again made his ears flicker with discomfort. Stars above, why do so many things have to be found near twolegs?
Still, he leaned forward and took in the smell of the little buds. He pulled back and stopped himself from sneezing, rubbing the back side of his paw against his muzzle to try and stifle the instinct. Instead, he tried to focus his energy into speaking. "Um, they look weird. Like little flowers that didn't quite grow all the way," he pointed out, tapping at one with a paw.
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