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Post by meowbbi on May 7, 2020 21:23:02 GMT
Clan life wasn't what Birchmask expected- not that anyone could predict the crazy antics of these mouth breathers anyway, but still! Lakefire seemed to be on the same page as him, though he did have an important job apparently. It was clear the clan cats respected his brother, but what about him? His pelt prickled as he recalled the many scoldings he'd recieved today. Don't do this! Don't do that! You must follow the warrior code! Birchmask was still cleaning up moss and fetching this and that, and nothing he did was right! Maybe he wasn't trying as hard as he could have been, but he was trying! Clan life was a hard adjustment from his days as a loner, and these cats weren't being very sympathetic. It was time to do something he could do right: complain about it! And so, his master plan was in motion. Sure he didn't put a whole lotta thought into it, but who cares? Limp around pitifully, take a day off from stupid warrior duties and whine to his brother. He couldn't find any flaws here! Putting on his most dramatic pained face (he had to be convincing of course) the tom limped into his brother's fancy medicine den. "Lakefire! I need your medicine magic, your absolute attention." He meowed, holding out a single paw. Surely his brother would notice he was faking soon enough, so why not just get into it? "These smelly clan cats drive me crazy. Nothing seems to please them at all! Don't you think they're weird?"Maybe he shouldn't be complaining so much. He had chosen to join the clans all on his own, but it was to protect his littermate. Who knew if they could trust these weird wild cats? They show up out of nowhere and invade their home, kill Rainer and they're supposed to trust them? It didn't sit well with him, not at all. Maybe with time he'd come to trust these warriors, but for now that was not the case. word count: 337 littlewing
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Post by littlewing on May 8, 2020 0:10:29 GMT
| ♡♡ Lakefire ♡♡ Mossclan ♡♡ Medcat ♡♡ 20 ♡♡
Lakefire and Birchmask had always been close… though like all brothers, they were bound to squabble every now and again. You brushed my fur the wrong way, you stepped on my tail, hey that’s my prey, mom said it's my turn to kick the moss-ball; if anything simply just existed, the two could fight about it.
Now when they focused their chaotic energy on others instead of themselves? The two suddenly became powerhouses. The introduction of the clans was an unexpected factor that made the two brothers closer than ever, well, for the wrong reasons. They had grown up in a traditional loner household with a weird drifter father and lioness of a mother, so compared to clan life, it was the clan cats that were the strange ones. Lakefire would never admit that some clan customs did make life easier, though the rest of it seemed like a bunch of mumbo jumbo at times. Like the Gatherings, for example. Why would he have to waste his time hearing about the other clans? Weren’t they supposed to be an enemy or something? Or were they friends? He’d never understand.
At the current moment, Lakefire found himself lounging in the comfortable shade of his den. The warm weather meant a lot of the cats were on the more healthy side, so he wasn’t particularly busy. He lazily rasped his tongue over his flank, removing some sort of grass seed from his medium-length fur. Birchmask’s sudden meows freed Lakefire from his trance and he craned his neck over, watching his brother enter the medicine cat’s den from his upside down point of view.
A hint of a smile curled Lakefire’s muzzle upwards. He knew exactly what Birchmask was doing and honestly? He couldn’t blame him.
“Oh, they're definitely weird. Can you believe they call humans two-legs? I want to stuff my ears with cotton every time I hear it.” Lakefire stood up from his bed and motioned for Birchmask to sit in it. He’d patch up his brother with a tiny bit of cobwebs, just in case any other cats got suspicious later. Cobwebs were easy to come by, anyways.
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Post by meowbbi on May 14, 2020 2:48:35 GMT
Mission: successful!
A pleased grin formed on his face and he stretched, getting comfortable in the bed he motioned to. Of course his brother knew what he’d wanted immediately and made no fuss or complaints about it. He was lucky the medicine den was empty at the moment, or he probably wouldn’t have made it this far. “Two-legs! And it’s not even the weirdest thing about them.” The warrior snorted, flicking an ear as he held out the ‘injured’ paw for treatment. Birchmask knew props were essential to sell an act.
“Everything is so different and odd. They must think they’re special because they have weird terms for things. And more than that, the way they behave!” Birchmask scowled, pricking with annoyance, “I don’t see why I have to act like a true warrior all the time. We come from the colony and we can’t just forget it. Old habits die hard and I’m trying. Hunting is easy enough of course, except for their specific tactics. I hunt fine the way I do but that’s just not good enough for these mouse brains. And fighting? I hate to admit it but some of these moves are impressive... but other cats can fight just as well as they can! It’s as if their way is the only way.” He grumbled. Now that that was off his chest though, he felt it was Lakefire’s turn to talk. He was genuinely interested in his new role as medicine cat and how that was going.
It was obvious the rank was very important and the entire clan had high hopes. Surely that was a lot of pressure? Yes, as his brother he’d have to make sure he was doing alright.
“Besides all that, how are you? What’s medicine cat life like? Are you okay, because I don’t mind helping if you need anything.” Perhaps he was a bit annoying, but he cared deeply for his littermate. He always had, and moments like these just brought them closer together. In a world of confusion and new experiences it was nice to have one thing familiar. Lakefire was his rock, really. Always there when he needed him, and never failing to calm him. With his brother by his side everything would be alright.
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Post by littlewing on May 19, 2020 16:28:32 GMT
| ♡♡ Lakefire ♡♡ Mossclan ♡♡ Medcat ♡♡ 20 ♡♡
Lakefire exhaled amusedly, turned around to gather a pawful of cobwebs. Alright, this amount would suffice. He faced Birchmask again, the other tom already holding out his paw. These two knew the routine.
He took Birchmask’s paw and like a patient hair stylist, Lakefire sat there, nodding to his brother and pretending to fix him up. The clan cats were definitely weird; some of their new customs were good, while others seemed totally useless. Why were cats forced to stay in the clans they were born in? If the clan system is so important, why don’t they just form one mega-clan? The idea of separated territories seemed absolutely absurd, especially if all of the clans shared the same goal. The only separation Lakefire deemed reasonable was the one between the Clans’ and Tribe lands. He did agree with Birchmask though, sometimes it felt like the clans were asking for too much from the ex-rogues and loners. How were they supposed to keep all twenty-thousand commandments memorized, or risk being kicked out? He rolled his eyes.
“I’ll need help harvesting more cobwebs… but later. I can only stand you in controlled doses,” he snided right as he finished wrapped up Birchmask’s paw. Good as new. Or good as it was before.
Lakefire didn’t mind being a medicine cat, though he found himself doubting the role every now and again. Lumping all medicine duties onto one cat seemed extreme and placed unnecessary pressure on him. Instead, he thought it would be better if all cats knew basic procedures, like fixing up a cut with poultice and webs, while the more complicated illnesses could be handled by a medicine cat. Clan roles seemed to disadvantage the clan overall… and it wasn’t difficult or anything to learn how to both fight and heal, so what was preventing everyone from learning the basics? He internally shook his head. Questions like this would just keep eating him up. Overall, clan life was better than rogue life, which proved to be much more tumultuous in the end.
“I’m doing alright. I get a whole den to myself, so that’s a bonus.”
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Post by meowbbi on Jun 5, 2020 10:34:55 GMT
Birchmask grinned back at his littermate, whiskers twitching with amusement. His green eyes followed his movement as Lakefire treated him and his grin only grew. The warrior glanced briefly through the entrance to make sure there were no nosey warriors bugging them, but they seemed alright.
Returning his gaze to his brother, he perked his ears. "I'd love to help. Anything to get out of patrol." The tom meowed, sticking his tongue out at him in response to his snide remark. "I love you too, mouse brain."
Once he finished Birchmask pressed his paw to the ground. "Oh." He mumbled. Maybe he wasn't the best actor. Lifting back his clearly injured paw, he offered a sheepish smile. It probably didn't really matter, but better safe than sorry! "If you say so. And yeah!" Birchmask raised a brow, "You sure do. You're so lucky. Another thing I hate about the clans," He sneered clans distastefully, scrunching up his muzzle, "Sleeping in the warriors den is the worst. Maybe I can sneak in here sometimes for a nap." Despite all his complaining it really wasn't the worst. Clan life provided a security and new opportunities that the colony never did. It would be better if the cats were patient enough to handle him though. He sighed. No, he didn't hate it here. Besides, he chose to come here anyway, and he didn't regret it. He'd choose his brother over anything anyday. There was no turning back now.
"Anyway," The tom shook his head as if to clear his mind. "Do the clans have any weird medicine methods they told you about?" Birchmask leaned in curiously. If they're so strict, surely they'd have some specific thing for every ailment? Some secret treatments or new things to share. Rouges and loners usually had some medical knowledge, but there must be something new to learn. Maybe there was some cool new herbs where they came from? He'd always been a curious cat, and it seemed he hadn't changed.
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