A ~dollop~ of this, and a *sprinkle* of that[open]

[[.___Paije] !]

Redclaw
She never slows down.
She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down
She won't turn around
The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down

It was early sunhigh, the light grey dingy, puffy storm clouds were rolling in, and far in the distance the medicine cat hoped that she was hearing thunder. From where the sun was positioned it is mainly masked by the storm clouds. Mainly peeking outward every few minutes, allowing beams of sunlight enter PineClan camp. But it was highly unlikely for any sight of rain to come within the camp. There hasn't been a drop of rain during the leaf-bare. Most days it was clear; but there was storm-like clouds rolling in. The chilly air becoming a bit colder as the sun was hidden behind the grey mass.

A light sigh escaped from the Medicine Cat's jaws. It was one of those types of days again. Her leg-remnants were causing her agitation and pain. When she shifted weight on her tattered, no longer much of a leg; the pain set in. Her nest was closest to a wall with a part that lacked herbs, so it could be more convenient for her to get support from a mass for her to get herself up. Now a days, yes; it did take some effort for her movement. The dry weather caused pain in her joints. "I wish for green-leaf all ready," the medicine cat grumbled to herself, struggling to make herself stand. "My joints are in so much pain from this dryness." After getting her body to cooperate, she finally managed to hobble outside of the den, squinting her green eyes at the slight light change. Padding toward the fresh-kill pile and grabbing a small finch for herself and sitting her body down. Delicately and carefully removing the feathers, then enjoying the scrawny meat. It wasn't much; but it could satisfy her hunger for now. She needed her energy. For everyone else around her. Her life was made of being a Medicine Cat. And helping any hurt cats when she can. No matter what. Her leg was nothing in emergencies, she didn't care if it ached. A cat needed her, that was all that mattered at the time. That's all that anyone could ask for from the aging she-cat.

OoC//
My first rp post with Redclaw. Sorry it sucks so muuch.

[Cloud of Diamonds]

Well, that was mouse-brained of her. First she'd snapped at some dumb tom this morning, and then of course she had to snag her claw on a pebble while she was stalking a mouse. Typical.

Even though she'd caught a shrew later, it was little more than skin and bone and the mouse had been unusually plump for leaf-bare. Padding into camp and dropping her scrawny, dull-furred catch on the small pile, she noticed a medicine cat eating a finch only a little ways off.

Well, at least some things were on her side.

Good, now I can get my claw fixed up without worrying where a medicine cat is, she thought with relief. The little gray warrior had feared Lynxpelt or Redclaw would be somewhere outside camp, and she would have to limp around on three legs looking for them. But luckily, the stinging thing could be remedied right here.

Slowly making her way over to Redclaw, pity ran through her at the sight of the PineClanner's missing back leg, as it always did. She hoped it didn't show on her face, and tried to keep her green eyes neutral in expression. Ashstorm felt lucky that she was a young cat, and a warrior. It always escaped her how cats were content to have only a little battle training, ready to patiently cure cats who sometimes didn't deserve it, and not being able to mate. Well, that wasn't so bad, mused the tabby. I mean, I don't want a mate. Not for a while, at least.

She shook her head, cursing her own drifting off. The claw still throbbed.

"Redclaw?" She mewed politely. "Can you help me for a second, please?"