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Post by brownie on Apr 26, 2006 13:11:06 GMT -5
Nothing could describe the pain, rage, despair and love that Brownclaw felt when she looked at her Sister. The pretty she-cat who had chosen the path of a Medicine Cat had voiced such hurtful insults and pierced Brownclaw's heart with them to defend a mere tom against her own blood. Well, Brownclaw knew what it was like to hate family - she had hated her Father for a while - but this was unprovoked hatred. The tabby she-cat ahd merely been defending WindClan against a ShadowClan Warrior who rubbed her the wrong way, nothing more or less. Now, broken by her Sister, Brownclaw made her way to the entrance of the Medicine Cat Den, determined to confront Winterwind on all the tension between them.
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Post by Winterwind on Apr 27, 2006 19:34:14 GMT -5
Winterwind was behind the den, mixing up bundles of herbs. She It was windy, and it kept the scent from overpwoering her. Normally her mentor would have een here, but Largelaw had recently died. Winterwind sighed, feeling sorrow at her mentors passing. Also, she felt bad about the fight with her sister. She had let her mouth get the better of her an hurt her sister. When she heard someone at the entrance to the den, she yelled."I'm out back," Without looking up from her work.
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Post by brownie on Apr 28, 2006 12:19:31 GMT -5
Hearing her Sister's mew, Brownclaw realised that the scents of the herbs were concealing her own, otherwise she would not have had such a neutral greeting. Padding silently forward, the dark tabby slowly made her way through to the back of the Den where the herbs were stored. Usually, the familiar form of Largeclaw would be seen bustling about, but isntead the small shape of her Sister could be made out instead. "Pepper?" She called uncertaintly.
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Post by Winterwind on May 6, 2006 8:15:53 GMT -5
Winterwind looked up quickly from her work. "Brownie!" She said, shocked to see her sister. "Are you hurt? Sit down over there and tell me what's the matter." Winterwind pinted to a small mossy patch and over to her herb wall which contained bundles. Each bundle could treat a certain wound, and it helped Winterwind stay organized.
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Post by brownie on May 7, 2006 11:17:39 GMT -5
How could Winterwind have changed so drastically? A few days ago, she had been hurling barbed wire words at Brownclaw to in Brightsun's defence, and now she was treating her like any other WindClan Warrior. Well, her question was hard to answer, as Brownie's pain was deeper than physical - for, matching her grief over Silverwing's death was her confusion about Ghost and, of course, her new heartbreak over Winterwind's hatred. Remaining where she was, Brownclaw stared at her Sister with piercing green orbs, narrowing them as she regarded Winterwind. "Herbs cannot cure my wound, Pepper," She mewed slowly, keeping ehr voice steady and neutral. "For they were done to my heart by words that cannot be taken back, your words, Pepper, and not your claws - though you seem to want to attack me at times."
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Post by Winterwind on May 8, 2006 14:45:24 GMT -5
Winterwind didn't move away from the wall. She felt a flash of irritation. "You still don't get it do you Brownie?" She said softly. She hoped her voice wasn't cold, but it probably was. Winterwing went back to her mixing. "How hard have you thought about it, I wonder?"
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Post by brownie on May 9, 2006 12:19:20 GMT -5
"I would have saved us both a lot of pain if you had given me anything to go on besides insults," Brownclaw mewed, her voice not hostile, merely sad. It was true, she had had no idea of the problems she had caused Winterwind, nor how to reverse them, and it did her head in when she tried to draw a conclusion.
((I'm as clueless as Brownie.))
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Post by Winterwind on May 11, 2006 21:45:43 GMT -5
(Than I shall inlighten you.)
"Brownie," Winterwind said turning to face her sister Her own face must hold some traces of sadness and regret. "You know I'm to b- I am a medicine cat, but have you though about what that means to me? It means more than just being close to Starclan and healing the sick. It means I will not get the chance to do the same things you do. I will never be allowed to have a family, or fall in love. I can't hunt and I rarely get to have any fun." Winterwind sighed. "I'm going to have a ver lonly life, and I'd like to keep all the friends I can, even if there from another clan. Do you understand Brownie?"
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Post by brownie on May 12, 2006 12:18:47 GMT -5
(It's enlighten))
"And you didn't stop to think about my feelings?" Brownclaw murmurred, her gaze dropping from Winterwind to look at the ground. She felt stung, as if she had rolled in nettles and wandered through a bee hive, the stingers still weged deep in her skin. "Pepper, he would have understood if you defended your Clan against him, I am sure he would ahve done the same."
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Post by Winterwind on May 27, 2006 9:28:08 GMT -5
"Except this was a different atter than just defending yourself from another clan member. He wasn't hunting in our territory, he just came to talk to me." Winterwind said. "And when I went into his territory, he didn't chase me out. He helped me, saved me from rouges and managed to make me talk about things I never whispered to anyone else. He's my best friend, and I was willing to hear what he had to say." Winterwind contiuned to mix her herbs, her mind filled with memories.
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Post by brownie on Jun 3, 2006 12:12:54 GMT -5
Drawing in a sharp intake of breath, Brownclaw gazed at Winterwind for a few moments before speaking. "Winterwind, I know that Medicine Cats are above the most loyalties, but what if ShadowClan and WindClan were at War? What if I had to fight him and he left me a few breaths short of death? What then?" Still gazing at Winterwind with her green eyes, forgetting to refer to their old names as Kits - when the world was still so innocent to them.
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Post by Winterwind on Jun 4, 2006 10:09:07 GMT -5
"Than I would heal you, ad the other members of my clan." Winterwind sai. She felt slightly wounded that Brownie was no longer using her kit name. Well if that's how it is... "Brownclaw, what do yuo wan me to say? That I'd let out a scream of anguish, run down to Shadowclan and attack him yelling he isn't my friend? That would be suicidal, and unrealistic. I'd truly find answers, but to be honost Brownclaw, I don't think he's the type to leave a cat on the edge of death. Especally if that cat was my sibling." Winterwind said. She glared stubbornly at Brownclaw.
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Post by brownie on Jun 4, 2006 11:52:38 GMT -5
"Well, he didn't seem to like me all that much," Brownclaw muttered under her breath. Twitching ehr tail slightly, the dark tabby waited to see if Winterwind would add anything else to her statements before going on. "You insulted me over my own relationships - what was that all about?" She asked, remembering how hurt she ahd been.
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Post by Winterwind on Jun 4, 2006 13:10:28 GMT -5
"You didn't seem to like him very much either." Winterwind muttered, to her self. She stood up and walked over to her herb wall again. "I insulted you about that because you were insulting Brightsun about our relationship together. I wanted to... prtect him in a way from you." Winterwind grabbed a herb and added it to what she was mixing.
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Post by brownie on Jun 11, 2006 12:19:34 GMT -5
"How could I have hurt him?" Brownclaw snorted, staring disbelievingly at her sister. "And what about the whole blood is thicker than water thing? I know its only a saying but someone made it up because it is hlaf-true at the very least. I don't like him, and I don't trust him - I was trying to look out for you." It sounded pathetic, and there was hardly any doubt that Winterwind would laugh at her for saying it, but it was the truth.
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Post by Winterwind on Jun 14, 2006 18:13:02 GMT -5
"Brownclaw, I can look out for myself. I know it's going to be amazing for you to grasp this fact, but I'm not totally unaware of what I'm doing." Winterwind said. She started to wrap the mixture into a bunch of leaves. "You need to be a bit more open to people. Nearly all your friends are relatives and you aren't tolerate of ther clan members. You need to learn that they're not all against you and some are good at heart." She started to wrap other herb mixtures in leaves.
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Post by brownie on Jun 26, 2006 12:03:42 GMT -5
"I was friends with Rosepelt and Puddleclaw," Brownclaw nearly screeched in her defense, fustrated that ehr Sister was looking down on her. "That was until they insulted my heritage, our Father! Wouldn't you stand up for him?"
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Post by Winterwind on Jun 28, 2006 22:02:07 GMT -5
"Brownclaw, Rosepelt has suffered the same way we have. At least we had some kind of relation with our father. She only knew her mother, her father to busy trying to keep his life in order. Than our father took that one connection from her, the same way Hollow took our father's connection. Puddleclaw was just sticking up for her when you both got into that fight. She was mentally worn out from the whole thing and you yelling about how much you hate Hollow wasn't helping." She looked up from her work. "Brownclaw, I know it's difficult for you to grasp how much pain someone can feel. You think you've suffered, and that your the only one who cares." She began to twist the leaves so that they wouldn't get out. It began to form a neat bundle, much like those that lined the walls of the den. "You feel to much, and to violently. You have a short fuse and you act rather than think. Even now your losing your head over this all and starting to accuse me of not caring about Darkfur." She picked the bundle up and placed it on another. She sighed, looking down, and her tail dropped to the floor, showing how worn she really was. "You're not the only one who cares about him, Brownclaw. He was my father to."
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