Backwritten GARDEN UNGROWN ʚɞ tigerfoot

[SWALLOWPAW]

it smells in here, she thinks, as she loiters. skyclan's camp is dull and grey, a home carved out of the gorge where they've lived for generations. the walls of the nursery are the same grey, with green bedding she sleeps on every night next to her mother. every place in the world she knows looks the same, expect for the medicine den. it sits like a gaping maw, with teeth of leaves and tongues of ivy.

bundles of herbs sit someplace (she's never really been in meadowlark's den for long, she's usually given a small herb and ushered out). she mostly saw tigerfoot when she was a little bit younger, pushing things in her direction to calm her down after a tantrum.

in a few sunrises, she will be an apprentice. swallowkit isn't sure how to feel about it, the anxiety prickles in her paws. she stepped outside to feel the cool rock against her skin in an attempt to self-soothe. boredom brought her here. the other kits annoy her, she's an only child, and her father is a come-and-go daylighter. swallowkit wanders in the den, pretending to look lost.

"tigerfoot? 'm bored." she announces, standing stiffly as she stared up at the bulky frame of the cat.

this is backwritten to establish history! set before tigerfoot becoming a full med, hawkstar/flowerclouds promotion etc etc

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[TIGERFOOT]

"Oh! Hello, Swallowkit." Tigerfoot couldn't say that he'd been particularly busy, sorting through comfrey and wilted yarrow, but he'd fallen into a deep enough focus that Swallowkit's arrival startled him. He didn't flinch, of course, or do anything quite so dramatic, but he did allow himself a deep breath before he turned to face her. " Bored? I don't think anything I'm doing today is very thrilling either. " Perhaps they could be bored together.

It had been a few moons since Tigerfoot, though he was technically still a -paw, had begun taking over the primary duties of a Skyclan medicine cat. He had never been a close confidant of Meadowlark's, for a barrier remained between the two irregardless of his efforts, but he knew that she was planning something. He'd been given more responsibilities, a heavier workload, a longer day, but he'd never been told why. He was happy to take the stress off of his mentor, she'd been a starclan-sent help during his recovery, but he wished he knew what was going on.

" Would you like to sort through herbs? the winds were harsh last night and blew them about. " He may have rolled about too much in his sleep and scattered their precariously stacked stores but who was to know. " Do you know the difference between tansy and yarrow?"