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Post by » FOXWHISKER on Aug 25, 2013 15:07:45 GMT -5
 If there was a way to measure anxiety, Foxwhisker would set an all time high right at this moment. The stocky tom stood in front of the leader's den, his eyes wide and darting this way and that, trying to get his way out of this awkward situation that he had put himself in. He was out of herbs once again - but it wasn't like it was entirely his fault! He didn't have a tiny, long-limbed apprentice that he could send out alone to traverse the cliffs (he didn't know if he would ever be ready for that sort of thing; he had heard horror stories of the old medicine cat's apprentice falling from the cliffs, leaving her in a sort of everlasting depression) nor did he trust any of the warrior apprentices to listen to him. He wasn't exactly an authority figure among the young; he had only recently become a medicine cat, spending forty moons total in training - twelve of those belonging to the source of his anxiety.
Ibis-star.
That was why he was currently standing there, paralyzed by a mix of anticipation and worry. That was why he had spent the past twenty minutes avoiding this very moment by nosing into the warriors den and the apprentice den, interrupting more than a few romantic moments and hurriedly backing way, only to end up at the same position each time. Ibis-star's den. He stared at the dark rocks, uncertain on how to make his re-entrance into the leader's life. In the past forty moons, he could probably count on his paw how many times they had spoken, and he could recall the last time he had spoken more than a sentence at a time to her; forty three moons ago. That was when he had turned away from the life of a warrior to pursue a job as a medicine cat. He didn't know if she was angry with him, but he could only assume that silence was angry. Forget that he wasn't the type to approach others, and she wasn't either; he was convinced that she harbored some sort of anger towards him. But he had no other choice.
As if there were some force keeping his paws glued to the ground, he stood frozen in place. How would he reintroduce himself? Hello, remember me? I'm Foxwhisker! Foxpaw, remember? Haha, yes, of course you wouldn't… the cat that left his warrior position to become a medicine cat? Haha… yeah… He would probably get his eyes clawed out sooner than he would get a friendly response to that. But what could he say? He couldn't exactly trounce in there and expect a friendly response. In fact, the more he thought about it, the less he thought he would get a polite response. It was practically zero. But he needed herbs, and nobody was available… and he didn't even know if Ibis-star was in her den right now.
"Ibis-star?" He called from his safe position several pawlengths from the den. Realizing that she might not have heard him, he approached the den's mouth, his anxiety spiking the closer he came to the den. He called out again. "Ibis-star? A-are you there? Can I… Can I come in? "
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Post by ♫ IBIS-STAR on Aug 25, 2013 20:11:26 GMT -5
dear foxwhisker, age took a lot out of a cat, especially one that had a higher number than a great deal in the clan itself. she didn't have time for the anxious, the dim-minded, and the worthless in her clan. she didn't need to spend time with those she considered inferior, and therefore, she tended to hole herself away in the thin tunnel that was her den, only answering to those she honestly thought of responding to. then again, there were times when she had to talk to others.
namely- foxwhisker, the medicine cat of the clan.
what around half the clan do not know- or remember- is what the two's relationship was like. it happened before she was leader, before even being a deputy, and she was faced with his decision to become a medicine cat, after he became a warrior. it was an embarrassment to her skills, a shock, in fact. that was probably the only time where you could see an emotion: anger. it wasn't like her to show that much of her dislike towards someone else, even if she had it in her.
then again- he was the medicine cat. palestripe took him as an apprentice, and trained him to be the best in her pawsteps. that was happening when ibis-star was rising in her own rank; deputy, then leader. when she settled down in her position, she had looked across the crowd of cats and realized, yeah, she was in charge of all of them from then on. she gave a sigh and turned in to her den, and she couldn't even look at foxwhisker when he and palestripe brought her to the vanishing cliff to receive her nine lives.
that was the past. this is the present. and she was still being a pile of dung to him.
there was a sigh that escaped her maw as she shifted from her laying down position in her nest. she needed to get moving, she needed to make sure her bones wouldn't crack under her thin frame. she needed reassurance that she wasn't useless to the clan. with seven lives remaining, she was going strong, but she may end up losing more than one once greenleaf came around.
"ibis-star?" a voice echoed from outside her den, causing the white and ginger molly to raise her head in questioning. "ibis-star? a-are you in there? can i... can i come in?" those words came from the one she was thinking about, the one she was reminiscing over moments ago. the thin leader thought to herself for a moment before shifting to an upright position, a second sigh was stifled in her throat.
"come in." she stated plainly, not too sharp, but not that soft either. might as well ask what he wants and then continue on with the day.
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Post by » FOXWHISKER on Aug 25, 2013 22:34:03 GMT -5
Foxwhisker himself didn't know what he was expecting from his former mentor. Perhaps deliberation, or a moment of silence, or some sort of sign of emotion. Maybe a sign that he shouldn't approach and instead run away, like a growl in her throat or the scrabbling of claws against rock – and in the end, he was ready for it all; his ears were perked, his fur puffed up slightly, and his body was tense. He knew that if his leader did decide to threaten him (though through his apprentice training not once did she keep with her promise to push him off a cliff when he misbehaved) and went through with it, there would be no stopping her. Still, he was determined – the key trait of any CliffClanner. However, there was no need to feel such unease; barely a moment had passed and he could hear her reaction. A shifting of bedding, and then, “Come in.”
If that wasn't anti-climactic, he didn't know what could be considered such. In fact, it was almost dissapointing that the leader hadn't responded with much spunk – but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. She wasn't the type to express anger upfront, which made the war between their two emotions more like a battlefront than anything else; hiding behind barriers and refusing to rush into the open, instead strategizing behind their safe lines. He barely stifled a chuckle. Of course; how could he be so nervous? Of course Ibis-star wouldn't do anything. Not yet, anyway. As a safety precaution, he glanced around the camp, eyeing a small apprentice eating a piece of prey with who he assumed was her boyfriend or something. If he needed someone to get help, he'd drag his bloody body across the clearing and tell her to get help. It was a fool-proof plan.
He shook his head, swallowed, and took a deep breath before entering the den. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust to the dark den – so this was where Ibis-star spent most of her leadership? The stocky tom glanced around den. There wasn't any prey and she didn't seem to be doing anything. Had she been asleep? Was she making battle plans or something? Feeling bad for interrupting, he immediately avoided the reason he had come here in the first place. If he was going to ask Ibis-star this, he wanted to make sure she was in the best mood possible - though his presence alone could ruin that.
“Sorry, Ibis-star. Did I interrupt anything? Want me to bring you some prey? ”
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