PAFP Medicine Cat's Den RUN AWAY || ITS EASY TO SAY, BUT ITS HARDER TO SAY NOW

[Talonpaw]

Talonpaw had been here for two days now. He didn't move much in his nest. He was requested not too- and the lack of herbs was extremely underwhelming. His tongue rolled in his mouth- and he was stuck listening, like the beginning. But Instead... He could actually speak. He could actually converse. And he still could press into Meadowpaw. But most of the time- he lightly slept.

This morning was different. His body was restless, and his belly grumbled and gnawed- but he had lost prey. He didn't deserve to take from others. Sure- it wasn't anything he could help, but regardless, he still owed so much to Windclan. Especially after losing herbs to go after Meadowpaw. But what should he have done? Left her?

It was the first time he didn't run away from something. With the squirrel it was the second thing. His blue gaze stared at Dimmingsun, his paws flexing in the moss. He felt fine, and they both gave him a raised eyebrow when he had said as much- but he was genuine. This was hardly as bad as his eye. They washed his wounds- but he did not flinch like before. He sat still, but his expression hadn't looked less tired in the days since the attack.

Clearly he was bothered. But he couldn't speak about it- not after upsetting Meadowpaw the first night. He wasn't a monster- she insisted, but had she stood before a child before with the feelings he did? The thought of their blood, and the tears in their eyes- it still made him tremble.

"Dimmin'." He drawled, finally. "I need t' walk- out of the den." It was a simple request, and at least he was asking. He couldve just left. But everyone seemed... So shaken from his injuries.

But his injuries were only deeper than the marks on his skin. They affected his being, his mentality- that feral beast that foamed at the mouth when he was fighting that kid. Talon took a breath, features twisting. He needed to go somewhere- alone. But they had already said he must not leave without a warrior.

@DIMMINGSUN @Weaselchirp

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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp's gaze lingered on Talonpaw, those famously wide, unblinking orange eyes of hers studying him the way a barn owl studies movement in the grass. Not judging. Just seeing. More than most ever did. This youngling... Worms below, he really did have a talent for tangling himself in trouble. A little moth flinging itself at every flame it found. She wondered whether he even understood his own value, whether anyone had ever made him feel held, wanted, safe.

Her whiskers twitched at the thought.

Ah, she knew this pattern well. Too well. Kits growing up too fast, pushed by circumstance and pain instead of time. Ripple had been the same, once, forced to run instead of allowed to play. That had been her fault then. Wrong choices. Wrong love. The past still clung like smoke sometime, even now. But Ripple had been loved. Always, always first. She wondered, had Talonpaw ever known a love like that? Even once?

" If the child wants to go somewhere, I can take a walk with him. " she said at last, her voice soft but bright, and her head snapping toward Dimmingsun with that odd, birdlike quickness unique to her. " The moment I notice the wounds irk him too much, I can usher him right back to your waiting paws. " A small, mrrp rolled from her chest, gentle assurance wrapped in her usual whimsical tone. She stepped just slightly closer to Talonpaw, enough for him to know she was present, offering, not pushing.

" After all. " she added lightly, a smile to her face. " Some young ones heal better with company than with stillness. "
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[DIMMINGSUN]

It has been a surprise, having Talonpaw in this den. Not because of the aspect of injures—WindClan's newest has a habit of getting into some sort of trouble—but rather because he actually stayed. Dimmingsun likes to believe that no patient could sneak out from under his nose during the night... but if anybody could, or at the very least had the gut to even try, it would certainly be Talonpaw.

In retrospect, the wounds had appeared worse than they really are. There had been a surprising amount of blood, is all, and it had seemed to cover the apprentice from head to toe. Talonpaw has good endurance when it comes to pain, so he hasn't been fidgeting or wincing with pain despite the lack of poppy seeds. It's not strictly a good thing... Dimmingsun cannot be expected to do his job if a patient isn't honest. In the case of Talonpaw though, him being here is all the honesty he is going to reasonably get; this is progress already, and Dimmingsun isn't about to push his luck.

Overall, Talonpaw has been a pleasant patient so far.

Perhaps that might change now.

"Ah, Weaselchirp,"

Dimmingsun greets, hearing her voice cut in before he can respond to Talonpaw himself.

"I'm not sure Talonpaw appreciates you calling him a child."

It's a mere observation. His lip threatens to curl upwards as he looks at the 'paw in question. Dimmingsun could add something like just make sure he doesn't try to run away again, but that would feel unnecessarily cruel. Not everybody needs to know every detail.

After a long, tense moment, Dimmingsun nods.

"That sounds like a compromise."

It's risky, but... if Weaselchirp keeps an eye on Talonpaw, he likely cannot dig his own grave any further. Declining a request of clearing one's head would make this feel like detention otherwise. Plus, Weaselchirp's wisdom makes sense.

"I'm seeing you off, though. Show me that you can stay on all four paws steadily."

It's not an order, per se, judging by Dimmingsun's tone—but it's not a mere suggestion, either. He comes to sit beside Talonpaw's nest, looking down at him expectantly. If there is reason to believe that a few circles around camp would worsen his condition, this little endeavor is cancelled within a heartbeat.

 

[Talonpaw]

he did not know this other warrior settled in the medicine den. It made it more uncomfortable, it made it feel smaller, despite how large the den was. He knew he saw the cat around, but he did not speak to her, even when orange eyes stared. His own blue would flick back to her, a challenge in his state, his paws flexing, before back to Dimmingsun. He was not speaking to her, yet her voice spoke.

A child? Talonpaw tensed, fur sticking up on the ends down his spine, uninjured paw flexing into the moss. "I am not a child." He stated, his voice a rumble. To know the other even thought of him as such made him... Uncomfortable. His sticky tongue rolled over exposed canines, eye narrowing as he met unblinking large orange eyes.

Dimmingsun spoke now, and Talonpaw appreciated him standing up for him, but Talonpaw didn't need it. At least the medicine cats here knew how things worked- the stranger, identified as weaselchirp, did not. He was not a child. At the larger cats request, Talonpaw finally stood. His bones were sore, stift. They popped and groaned as he stood to his full height. He was almost as big as the other medicine cat now, except his fur was tighter around his bones. Plenty more of meat that he had gained since the pile of bones he had arrived with, but it was apparent he had not been eating as much. If his size larger than hers didn't state the clarity, if the injuries he bore didn't slap her in the face- he didn't know what would.

He felt the throbbing of his arm where the anklebiter had inserted their teeth into it, the burning and pulling of his shoulder as he adjusted, but the boy did not flinch. "The eye was worse." He stated plainly. It was clear he favored stepping forward with his uninjured paw, but he took the few steps forward. "I do not want t' go with her unless I must. She is not my mentor- she is not you." The words were clear- he did not like her. He did not trust her. "I will not leave camp, Dustystar made sure of that. I need to breathe. Alone as I can." Talonpaw asked again, blue eye meeting his- ignoring hers.

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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Confused, bright eyes lingered on Dimmingsun for a heartbeat before her head snapped around with almost unsettling speed, orange hues locking onto Talonpaw as if she were suddenly assessing a shifting tunnel wall. She took him in all at once. The size. The stance. The tension coiled beneath his fur. She stared without blinking, a long moment stretching as her thoughts worked their way through unfamiliar turns. Then, slowly, her gaze returned to Dimmingsun. She did not understand. Was Talonpaw not a child? Those who carried the name paw were children, were they not? No matter how tall they grew. No matter how sharply life had clawed at them. The earth did not rush its young simply because the world was cruel.

" Ah... " she said at last, softly, as if acknowledging a stone she had tripped over rather than a revelation. Her attention drifted back to Talonpaw, studying him anew. " You are large, yes... " she mused, her voice thoughtful rather than challenging. " And you have faced many things. " A pause, her head tilting slightly, large ears pricking forward with genuine curiosity. " But at your core... Are you not still a child? " She frowned faintly, puzzled rather than displeased. " There is no shame in being one. I do not understand the grumpiness. " A small, resolute nod followed, as if she had come to a conclusion that satisfied her own logic. " The earth does not scold saplings for not being trees. "

A quiet laugh slipped from her, light and airy, eyes twinkling as she glanced briefly toward Dimmingsun, then back to Talonpaw again. " I am not your mentor, no. And I do not understand everything. " Her tail flicked once. " But must one be a mentor to look after their clanmates? " She hummed softly, shaking her head. " Much to learn, still... " she said, not unkindly, perhaps even including herself in the thought.

Her expression softened then, settling into something calmer, steadier. " I will not talk to you unless it is necessary. " she decided. " But I will keep an eye on you. " Her gaze dipped briefly to his injuries. " So you do not overexert yourself while you heal. " A gentle curiosity crept back into her tone, not accusatory, just wondering. " Are you not used to others caring for you? " she asked quietly. " To wanting you safe? "

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