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lifeaftr2018-06-12 04:46 pm
taxusbacatta) wrote in lifeaftr2018-06-12 04:46 pm
[open] Cat! I'm a kitty cat! And I hunt hunt hunt-
Who: Yellowfang + taxusbacatta and YOU!
What: Yellowfang gets used to island life.
When: Throughout the June event, multiple prompts
Where: Enso
Warnings: A cat doing cat things to small reptiles.
EARLY JUNE
What a week Yellowfang'd had. The fire, the sea, talking Twolegs and an entire island of new sounds and smells. She had made it on the jungle's edges well enough, stamping down a nest for herself under an uprooted tree and hiding when Twoleg activity grew too near. A small grey cat was easy to miss in the shadows. Her birth Clan was named well. She made meals of the wildlife that scurried through the underbrush. Save for the horrifying lack of cat scent, living on Enso was not terribly unlike her life between her exile from ShadowClan and ThunderClan taking her in.
It was also just as lonely--perhaps more so. StarClan had been completely silent since she arrived on Enso's shores. The warriors of Silverpelt looked down on her every night without a word. Punishment? Banishment? Was she truly so far away that they could no longer reach her?
It hurt to think about. And so she didn't. She forged ahead, learning what she could of this strange place. She sniffed and tentatively tasted plants. She climbed low twisted trees and inspected the well-guarded nests cradled there. She even peeked out from the fronds on occasion to watch the Twolegs milling about their homes.
This eventually brought her to the ruins of the temple. It was unlike any Twoleg nest she'd ever seen--great stone walls swallowed up by moss and vines. As she slunk between the fallen slabs and chased tasteless but filling bugs that made their homes in the cracks, the trickle of water drew her attention.
Yellowfang abandoned her hunt and rushed toward the sound. She had scarcely found water that wasn't foul like the sea since she arrived--mostly lapping from puddles and plants in the morning. Another discovery--a puddle that moved. Yellowfang pushed her whiskers forward, twitching as tiny droplets that broke the surface of the bubbling sprig sprayed her.
Hmm.
Gotta slap that.
The medicine cat deftly swiped at the bumpy surface of the spring with a paw and instantly drew it back, shaking away droplets and then greedily licking them off her pads. Oh, it was wonderful. Cool and clean. The surface wasn't still enough for her to lap from it so she opted to dunk and lick for the time being.
JUNE 16 ONWARD
It was another hot day on the island. Yellowfang had spent enough time alone that she had started naming things in her head, just to keep herself oriented. Perhaps other cats would wash up here. Then she could tell them. Things were less scary when they had names.
The island itself was The Silent Forest. No stars spoke here. She had mentally named a few of the Twolegs that she could spot at a distance. Beetlepelt. Cowperch. Thornkit. Sprayfetch. Among others. Though she was one cat, she supposed that if she met others there would need to be a Clan to welcome them and that clan would be ShoreClan. Population: 1. She didn't see herself as the leader, after all she was a medicine cat, but she wasn't about to start letting Twolegs join the clan.
Yet.
Yellowfang was mulling all this over while stretched in a sunbeam whens he spotted movement on the beach. Strange dots were appearing out of the sand and shuffling clumsily toward the waves. Naturally she had to check this out. She padded through the sand, thankfully used to the bogs of ShadowClan enough not to lose her footing and stopped when she came to one of the shining turtle nests. Like little fleas one by one they emerged and for a moment Yellowfang was endeared. As distant and alien as The Silent Forest was, new life still sprang from it.
And then she was hungry.
Unlike the turtles that Yellowfang had come to know, these ones couldn't draw their legs (and most importantly, their heads) into their shells so dispatching them was simple work. However, Yellowfang wasn't the only predator on the beache. Great screaming sea birds swooped down over the sand as she hunched over her fresh-kill. They nipped at her ears and tugged tufs off her tail even though there were more than enough turtles for every creature. Yellowfang hissed and grabbed a hatchling up by the leg and dashed away into the shade of the treeline. She quickly buried it and returned for another. Back and forth she made her store, all the while dodging the surf and tearing beaks of the white screamers.
taxusbacatta and YOU!What: Yellowfang gets used to island life.
When: Throughout the June event, multiple prompts
Where: Enso
Warnings: A cat doing cat things to small reptiles.
EARLY JUNE
What a week Yellowfang'd had. The fire, the sea, talking Twolegs and an entire island of new sounds and smells. She had made it on the jungle's edges well enough, stamping down a nest for herself under an uprooted tree and hiding when Twoleg activity grew too near. A small grey cat was easy to miss in the shadows. Her birth Clan was named well. She made meals of the wildlife that scurried through the underbrush. Save for the horrifying lack of cat scent, living on Enso was not terribly unlike her life between her exile from ShadowClan and ThunderClan taking her in.
It was also just as lonely--perhaps more so. StarClan had been completely silent since she arrived on Enso's shores. The warriors of Silverpelt looked down on her every night without a word. Punishment? Banishment? Was she truly so far away that they could no longer reach her?
It hurt to think about. And so she didn't. She forged ahead, learning what she could of this strange place. She sniffed and tentatively tasted plants. She climbed low twisted trees and inspected the well-guarded nests cradled there. She even peeked out from the fronds on occasion to watch the Twolegs milling about their homes.
This eventually brought her to the ruins of the temple. It was unlike any Twoleg nest she'd ever seen--great stone walls swallowed up by moss and vines. As she slunk between the fallen slabs and chased tasteless but filling bugs that made their homes in the cracks, the trickle of water drew her attention.
Yellowfang abandoned her hunt and rushed toward the sound. She had scarcely found water that wasn't foul like the sea since she arrived--mostly lapping from puddles and plants in the morning. Another discovery--a puddle that moved. Yellowfang pushed her whiskers forward, twitching as tiny droplets that broke the surface of the bubbling sprig sprayed her.
Hmm.
Gotta slap that.
The medicine cat deftly swiped at the bumpy surface of the spring with a paw and instantly drew it back, shaking away droplets and then greedily licking them off her pads. Oh, it was wonderful. Cool and clean. The surface wasn't still enough for her to lap from it so she opted to dunk and lick for the time being.
JUNE 16 ONWARD
It was another hot day on the island. Yellowfang had spent enough time alone that she had started naming things in her head, just to keep herself oriented. Perhaps other cats would wash up here. Then she could tell them. Things were less scary when they had names.
The island itself was The Silent Forest. No stars spoke here. She had mentally named a few of the Twolegs that she could spot at a distance. Beetlepelt. Cowperch. Thornkit. Sprayfetch. Among others. Though she was one cat, she supposed that if she met others there would need to be a Clan to welcome them and that clan would be ShoreClan. Population: 1. She didn't see herself as the leader, after all she was a medicine cat, but she wasn't about to start letting Twolegs join the clan.
Yet.
Yellowfang was mulling all this over while stretched in a sunbeam whens he spotted movement on the beach. Strange dots were appearing out of the sand and shuffling clumsily toward the waves. Naturally she had to check this out. She padded through the sand, thankfully used to the bogs of ShadowClan enough not to lose her footing and stopped when she came to one of the shining turtle nests. Like little fleas one by one they emerged and for a moment Yellowfang was endeared. As distant and alien as The Silent Forest was, new life still sprang from it.
And then she was hungry.
Unlike the turtles that Yellowfang had come to know, these ones couldn't draw their legs (and most importantly, their heads) into their shells so dispatching them was simple work. However, Yellowfang wasn't the only predator on the beache. Great screaming sea birds swooped down over the sand as she hunched over her fresh-kill. They nipped at her ears and tugged tufs off her tail even though there were more than enough turtles for every creature. Yellowfang hissed and grabbed a hatchling up by the leg and dashed away into the shade of the treeline. She quickly buried it and returned for another. Back and forth she made her store, all the while dodging the surf and tearing beaks of the white screamers.
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I am called Yellowfang. I am a medicine cat. You should think of calling for me when a predator less agreeable than me comes along.
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Why, thank you! I shall keep that in mind. Is a medicine cat a sort of healer?
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I was the healer for my Clan. I have found many plants similar to the ones I have used on this island. Perhaps they will work as well on a beast like you as they do on a cat.
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Are you not hair and blood and bone? You certainly aren't made of any sort of good sense!
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[Dust is hard to see against his white fur, a fact he's been glad of in the past. So now, he turns a paw over to show the pink of his pads, and lightly pricks one with a claw to let a few grains of dust flow.]
That is why ordinary medicine does not work well on us. There just isn't much there to medicate!