Fire In Her Eyes [open]

[Fallout]

burningrose, medicine cat of hailclan

Burningrose sat, hunched over a pile of herbs. She sorted them into piles slowly, sliding them across the ground, dragging them in dirt with her paw until she figured out where they belonged. Her tail was ever steadily lashing back and forth. Her deep blue eyes echoed the feelings of disappointment and bitter anger she was harboring down inside. She had never wanted to be a medicine cat, and she didn't feel as though it were her calling at all.

She stared outside the medicine cat den, looking out into the world and at the life she was missing. There were warriors out there, going about their daily routines, on patrols, hunting and fighting and bringing things back for the Clan. This was the life that she wanted. She didn't want the pious life of a medicine cat. She couldn't even find a mate and have kits if she wanted to, because it was against the code. This was all something she had been forced into by pressure from Clanmates, the ones whom she resented for this life she was forced to lead now.

Her claws hooked into the ground as she thought about her problems, and once again she began to grow frustrated. She lashed out at the herbs in front of her, hissing as she did. The fur on the back of her neck had bristled. The noise she made was loud enough, possibly to bring Clanmates running. She growled to herself for making it, and pretending she was working hard again.

[Grackle]

Robinfur, Deputy of HailClan

Robinfur had forgotten how lonely hunting on her own could be. Oh sure, there were some advantages. She didn't have to worry about disturbing her clan-mates prey, and there were no cats to interrupt her own hunt. Nonetheless, the sociable deputy found the absence of a patrol almost chocking. She frowned and shoved those silly thoughts away, determined to focus on the shadowy shapes swimming in the pool below. Almost... almost... there! She shot out a paw and hit.... absolutely nothing. The splash scattered the fish, leaving Robinfur to mutter a few things under her breath that would not be tolerated by nursing queens. No use yowling over lost prey She could hear her mother purr. Smilingly tightly, she accepted this wisdom in those words, and continued her hunt.

In the end, she had manged to catch two well fed water voles. More then enough to help feed the clan, and smooth her ruffled fur. Gripping one in her mouth, and another under her chin, she started the walk to camp. She let her thought wander back to her mother. It had been so long since she hear her voice, she had adjusted to life without her. Why was she think so much about Brooktail now? You're lonely, of course you miss your kin. She told herself reasonably. Then she realized with a start that she no longer had kin in HailClan. Oh, she had known it, but it never had dawned on her quite so clearly. She became so distracted by this strange, horrifying thought, that she completely missed the wild rose bush. That is, until one of the thorns lodged itself into her paw. She latched down on her prey, forcing herself not to yowl in pain. Fresh blood began seeping into her mouth, and she realized that that had been a small mistake. Limping rapidly, she felt a rush of relief as she finally caught sight of the waterfall.

After depositing her prey on the fresh-kill pile (and stifling a twinge of guilt when she saw the deep teeth marks) Robinfur began limping to the medicine den. She paused a moment when she saw Burningrose's ruffled fur, not so much out of hesitation as curiosity. She knew that the medicine cat was often in a bad mood, though honestly she couldn't understand why. With her knowledge of herbs and her connection with StarClan could do so much for HailClan, Robinfur couldn't say she was envious, but if she had to trade places with any cat, Burningrose would be her first pick. Well, truthfully, Shadowstar, but that would come in time. Perhaps, if she discovered what was wrong, she could help the unhappy she-cat.
"Burningrose, may I see you for moment?" She called out. As she waited for the medicine cat's response, she wondered if she should have tried to remove the thorn herself. Hopefully, it didn't make her seem too much like a fluff-brain. She had to sound collected and reasonable if she was to encourage Burningrose to open up to her.

[Fallout]

burningrose, medicine cat of hailclan

The she-cat's ears pricked, and swiveled as she heard someone approaching from nearby. Just from the sound of it, she could tell they weren't well. There was dragging, hopping, and the limping of an injured cat. She tried to regain composure, still reeling from her outburst. She took in a deep breath, ready to put on a saccharine smile and help with whatever petty problem was coming her way.

Burningrose was surprised to see the Clan deputy, who from the looks of it had indeed been injured. However, that didn't seem to be the main priority Robinfur had. Usually cats would cut straight to the point with a 'Burningrose, would you help me with this injury'? Nevertheless, she answered. "What is it, Robinfur?" she asked. "I smell a wound. Did you hurt yourself?"

Looking down, she could see the Clan deputy favoring her paw. She'd have to ask to examine it, if only for the purpose of fiddling with it until she perhaps caused a little bit of extra pain. Naturally, after her sadistic cravings were satisfied, she'd apologize and pretend it was completely by accident. There was no use in getting trouble with the Clan deputy.