Post by Whiskers on Jul 17, 2010 15:14:37 GMT -5
Excellent. Just...excellent. Finchpaw did not know how to proceed and yes, he gladly admitted that he was confused over what she wanted from him. His mind was baffled. He imagined that if Firepaw knew this, his brother would laugh at him for ages and say something like "The mighty Finchpaw stumped? Hedgehogs must have finally learned how to fly!" It gave Finchpaw some comfort to imagine this. He let himself laugh inwardly with Firepaw (and at himself; he really did have a self-deprecating humor), until he remembered that his brother hated him. The image became sour very fast.
As humor was not going to help him answer Brightnose, he decided to shift into a more analytical mindset and scrutinize everything Brightnose had just asked of him with a critical eye. He would take each piece and examine it and then figured out how best to respond.
He'd start at the beginning. He rethought her words. But if you cannot educate me, then inform me indirectly of what you know, which will be as much of a substitute as I can garner for solid fact.
He didn't understand her. Inform her indirectly of what he knew? How could he tell her something indirectly-- did she want him to show her, rather than merely tell her? Also, Brightnose sounded as though she believed that there were 'solid facts' about love and the other emotions relating to it. That was just not true. Love was not something that could be taught. There was no recipe, it was not comprised of different herbs, but it was whole and ever-changing, permanent yet fleeting, shy and bold, ridiculous and sensible. There were no solid facts. He could not tell Brightnose what to do, how to do it, when to do it in order to love or be loved.
He thought of her request now. She wanted stories, stories of love that would teach her of that which she did not know, nor understood. Ridiculous. Stories were useful devices and important, but he was no elder sharing his experiences and he was not a father entertaining his kits. He was barely an adult now, and still an apprentice, what stories would he have?
Finchpaw came to his conclusion quickly. He could not do what she wanted. And if he did, he might actually be stunting her emotional growth. Finchpaw wanted to help Brightnose and he longed for her to understand, but he was not the cat for this and she needed to think for herself, explore these new ideas alone.
"Brightnose, I'm just an apprentice," Finchpaw finally said and as he said it, he sounded like it. For some reason, a subtle desperation had crept back into his voice as he had been thinking. "I don't have any stories, none that would help at least. I'm just trying to...to live and learn and grow up, I'm no wise warrior. Talk to the elders if you need that...or my dad. He could tell you stories about love and about my mother. But me? I just... I want to learn about the herbs right now, I don't want to tell stories." Finchpaw finished and a thought immediately popped into his head. I don't want to think anymore.
Yes. He needed to stop thinking. And herb memorization would do that for him. It was challenging in its own way, but it didn't involve any higher-level thinking, that was for sure. Because frankly, Finchpaw was tired and eager to study herbs-- because then he'd be acting like a normal medicine cat apprentice would.
[/size] As humor was not going to help him answer Brightnose, he decided to shift into a more analytical mindset and scrutinize everything Brightnose had just asked of him with a critical eye. He would take each piece and examine it and then figured out how best to respond.
He'd start at the beginning. He rethought her words. But if you cannot educate me, then inform me indirectly of what you know, which will be as much of a substitute as I can garner for solid fact.
He didn't understand her. Inform her indirectly of what he knew? How could he tell her something indirectly-- did she want him to show her, rather than merely tell her? Also, Brightnose sounded as though she believed that there were 'solid facts' about love and the other emotions relating to it. That was just not true. Love was not something that could be taught. There was no recipe, it was not comprised of different herbs, but it was whole and ever-changing, permanent yet fleeting, shy and bold, ridiculous and sensible. There were no solid facts. He could not tell Brightnose what to do, how to do it, when to do it in order to love or be loved.
He thought of her request now. She wanted stories, stories of love that would teach her of that which she did not know, nor understood. Ridiculous. Stories were useful devices and important, but he was no elder sharing his experiences and he was not a father entertaining his kits. He was barely an adult now, and still an apprentice, what stories would he have?
Finchpaw came to his conclusion quickly. He could not do what she wanted. And if he did, he might actually be stunting her emotional growth. Finchpaw wanted to help Brightnose and he longed for her to understand, but he was not the cat for this and she needed to think for herself, explore these new ideas alone.
"Brightnose, I'm just an apprentice," Finchpaw finally said and as he said it, he sounded like it. For some reason, a subtle desperation had crept back into his voice as he had been thinking. "I don't have any stories, none that would help at least. I'm just trying to...to live and learn and grow up, I'm no wise warrior. Talk to the elders if you need that...or my dad. He could tell you stories about love and about my mother. But me? I just... I want to learn about the herbs right now, I don't want to tell stories." Finchpaw finished and a thought immediately popped into his head. I don't want to think anymore.
Yes. He needed to stop thinking. And herb memorization would do that for him. It was challenging in its own way, but it didn't involve any higher-level thinking, that was for sure. Because frankly, Finchpaw was tired and eager to study herbs-- because then he'd be acting like a normal medicine cat apprentice would.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp