;!; Sweet Hatred ;!; (TRINITY;CROWBREEZE)

[Blair ;;]

A light shadow of a black and white cat began to simmer closer to the outline of a small forest which was surrounded by trees. No prey stirred. The beautiful cat had the scent of herbs on her. Marigold, it must have been. The light swish of her tail was the only sound heard. The sun was hiding behind a cloud, and the wind was blowing in her general direction. The wind was no longer heated with humidity, no, it was full of icy cold. There was usually no cold. It wasn't unbearable, but it was annoying for a cat who was used to the heat for some time. Sweetpoison began to quicken her pace, sitting down in the middle of the small forest, looking upward. Her fur was blowing to the left of her, and her fur was messy. In her mouth was a distinct herb; Marigold. In her mind, she tested herself on what it was for, and without taking a moment, she knew. Treat infections and heal wounds and sores. She knew the answer as if it had came from a book. Sweetpoison began to sniff at the air. Now, other cats her age would be looking for some prey for their clan. But no, she had a better destination for her nose to inquire. She was looking for something better than food. If you had a cut or a bruise, then food wouldn't help you as much as this. It was what a medicine cat looked for in it's life; to help others. She needed more herbs. As she sniffed, she racked her mind for what was in the medicine cat den. When she thought medicine cat den, she instantly though Subtleshine. Her old mentor. The medicine cat before her. A pang hit her belly, and her concentration was disintegrated. She tried for it to return to normal, but the thought of herbs just couldn't come back to her. Subtleshine was the one who had taught her everything she knew. The only reason she was happy with what all she did. What else could happen to make her forget that one medicine cat that taught her basically how to live, and to keep others alive? She sighed, shaking the thought from her head. No. She wasn't to focus on Subtleshine. Sweetpoison knew not to let any others into her life again. To not let another in like she had with Subtleshine. If she did, then.. They would only end up dying. [bg=6cbaea][atrb=width,450,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Windpelt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 390px; background-color: #e0e0e0; -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px] crowbreeze of cardinalclan text text text text text text. i'll be seeing you again. [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] The beginning of colder weather was clear, as Crowbreeze stalked through the forest. His long limbs propelled him through the thick trees, ignorant of any twigs or leaves that happened to cling to his pelt as he passed. Here and there, faint sunlight flitted through the gaps in the leafy canopy, though with a quick glance, one could determine that it was covered by cloud. The tang of herbs seemed to drift in on the breeze, and though he did not recognize the smell, an image of his clan's Medicine cat jumped to mind. He opened his jaws, to allow more of the scent to float in on his tongue. It was a method he used quite widely, and this incident was no exception. Now sure of what he was smelling, he crept a little closer. Medicine cats had never been his favorite thing. Their connection with StarClan was uncanny, and though he respected the warrior ancestors, the thought of talking to them? Well, that just did not appeal to a power - hungry cat like him. He began to wonder why he had even come here. The scent of prey was stale. There was little hope of catching anything. Instead, his paws seemed to have a different route; a mind of their own. He crept closer to her, for some reason being as delicate and cautious as he would if he were stalking prey, itself. He watched her, as she sniffed the air, admiring the careful and precise way she searched for the herbs. It was something he would never have the patience to do. He was too much of a character that preferred full - on action; the type that duties such as hunting and fighting provided him with. He began to feel a little foolish, not to mention fed up, with simply watching her. With a sudden desire to reveal himself to her, he stepped forward, approaching her from behind. He suddenly realized the medicine cat seemed a little upset. For an instant, he wondered what it could possibly be; a lack of herbs seemed too petty. He shrugged off the thoughts, employing his usual tactic of letting others worry about their own problems, instead of ever thinking to lend a helping hand. His paws carried him so far forward that if he had had the courage to reach out, he could have touched her pelt with his nose. Crowbreeze stepped back, hastily, the rushed movements sounding loud and clumsy in an otherwize peaceful forest. 'Good day, Sweetpoison! And how are you? Searching for herbs I see? Well, I was just, y'know, just doing a spot of hunting. .' He trailed off, fearing his feeble excuse would be easily discovered by her ever - watching medicine cat abilities. For some reason, he felt a little prickle run down his spine; this did nothing to put him more at ease. He stooped to lick his chest fur, feeling self - conscious in front of her already. It was not because he fancied her, but simply because made him feel somehow tense. Perhaps it was because of all the darkness that lay concealed in his heart. . WORDS; five two eight. TAGS; Blair/ NOTES; Ohgosh, I'm sorry this is soooo, epically late. ;-;

[Blair ;;]

Sweetpoison noticed that he was approaching her. She decided to ignore him, or at the very least make him think that she was ignoring him. Or that she never noticed him. She kept her focus on a opening in the clearing of the small forest. When she heard him getting closer, her whole body seemed to tense. She could feel his breath on her neck, and her body automatically moved to the side. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of. She scented the air. It was Crowbreeze. He was the deputy of the clan, and she wasn't afraid of him at the least. She prickled her ears as he spoke. She blinked. Not many cats talked to her unless they needed something. Was he hurt or something. She turned her head and looked at him. He seemed fine. And anyways, she would usually push everyone else away. But she didn't mean to. She was a nice cat. Sweetpoison knew why she pushed everyone away. They would only end up dying. She didn't allow her face to fall into sadness. She smiled slightly at the deputy. Her tongue ran over the side of her pelt. She was smoothing it down just like he had with his own. She looked up at him, then decided to reply. She sat up, licking her paw then purring softly, like usual. "Oh? Good evening, dear Crowbreeze. Are you having a good day today?" She smiled slightly, continuing to lick her paw. She looked back up at him. Her ears continued to prickle. She dropped her paw to the ground. She looked up at the sky. The sun was barely even half way bright, and the humidity was getting to her pelt. It was beginning to get colder, but the humidity still did it in for her. She hated it. Extremely. She could see the grey clouds beginning to hover. Would it rain soon? It hadn't rained for a while. It would usually rain between the seasons; when it stopped raining, it would be the next season. But sometimes rain didn't matter. But it was winter. A warmer winter than usual, though. Would it be close to spring yet? She guessed that it was slightly becoming. She looked back down at Crowbreeze. She knew how power-hungry he was, but she watched Silentstar. He wasn't going to do much to him. Silentstar would take him out like a light. Silentstar was one of her favorite cats in the clan. She considered him a friend, but she was still afraid of how it might end. What if he really did die? A pang hit her stomach, which she ignored. StarClan. She glanced back up at the sky. StarClan was where Subtleshine was now. She let out a light sigh, her eyes half clouding. Anyone who didn't believe in StarClan was a idiot. They helped others not die every day. Who would be stupid enough not to believe in Them? [bg=6cbaea][atrb=width,450,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Windpelt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 390px; background-color: #e0e0e0; -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px] crowbreeze of cardinalclan text text text text text text. i'll be seeing you again. [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] Crowbreeze noted her look of surprise when he talked to her. Was something wrong? Had he startled her? He did not know why he was even worrying or asking himself such things. After all, he barely cared for any cat as an individual. It was always about what they could do for the clan. He attempted a small smile, as slowly, her head revolved around to look directly at him. It was uncomfortable, for him though, and he showed this by the small motion of digging his claws into the earth. He tried to keep this hidden from her, for he thought it seemed agressive. Indeed it could be used in such circumstances, but he happened to do it more out of nerves, as well. She returned his smile, though it seemed such a long time after that the too expressions seemed unrelated. He continued to watch her as she washed her pelt, feeling his own tongue itching to do the same thing, yet again. He gave a little cough; just a small one, barely audible. Then again; as if he were testing how softly he could do it. Suddenly, she was talking, and he took a half - step backward, out of surprise. 'Evening? Oh, yes. .' He had forgotten how late it had become. He had only really intended to hunt for the earlier afternoon. So far, he had had little luck. This was just not good enough, to him, for he felt he should have been laden with prey by now, for his clanmates. The deputy let out a long sigh, before answering her next question. 'A good day? No, as it so happens I have not. I've been hunting for the better half of the afternoon. So long, in fact, that I wasn't even aware that evening had come! I've had no luck. None, whatsoever. It's. . just. . not good enough.' His voice trailed away on that last sentence, and while a wave of guilt rushed to greet him, he felt a strong sense of embarassment follow. Why had that come bursting out? Usually, he would never dare to tell his failures to another cat! Success was what he was all about! How could he have admitted this to her? But perhaps she hadn't even noticed. After all, she seemed rather fixated by the sky. He could not see why, it was no different than usual, was it? Now, with a slight frown, he raised his own gaze, admiring for what seemed like one of the first times, the cloud patterns among the darkening blue. He was still staring up, now focused on it himself, when he felt a prickle on the side of his face. With a slight jolt of shock, he realized that she had been staring at him; and for how long? He hastened to smooth the fur on the other side of his neck and chest, so he could avoid that unwavering stare. 'And what about yourself, Sweetpoison?' he asked, for want of breaking the silence. 'Has your day been, say, more successful than mine?' He found the courage to look back at her, wondering what in StarClan's name she could be thinking about. She seemed so. . lost in thought. He hesitated, before asking of her; 'is. . everything okay? You. . just. . seem a little lost?' He wasn't sure why he cared so much that she might have seemed that way, but somehow, deep down, he found himself pitying her, just a little. . WORDS; five eight six TAGS; Blair ! NOTES; --

[Blair ;;]

Sweetpoison could tell that he wanted to get more done. Well, so did she. She had barely found any herbs over the day's passing, and she really wanted to. What if all of the cats became sick? And what if something happened to one of the cats during the last few weeks of winter and they caught whitecough or greencough? The thought made her sigh again. In this conversation, she came to the realization that she had sighed a lot of the time. It didn't matter, though. She sighed a lot with everyone. Usually her mind was on Subtleshine. She tried to keep herself from staying down. It was almost springtime, and that would lead to summer. That was when the prey and other herbs were plentiful. It forced a smile onto her face. The evening was nearing closer. She looked up at the sky. It was no where close to moon-high,but the sun was beginning to set. The sky looked beautiful; the sun setting had a abundance of colors. She wished the sky looked like that in all hours of the day. But at the same time, she didn't. She would probably find herself like a little kit sitting on their back in the clearing of the meadow and staring at the clouds as they passed and the sky changing. Well, it was beautiful. It was a sight to her. She looked back at Crowbreeze. Had she seemed down to him to? She kept the frown off her face. She smiled slightly. She didn't want to admit to him that she had been thinking about her mentor, who was dead and gone. There was no reason to talk about her with a warrior. Crowbreeze wouldn't have remembered her; He would have been a kit or a young apprentice if he did. And if he remembered her, he would have a good memory. She was a great medicine cat, so if he remembered her, half way, she wouldn't be surprised. But she had a pang of happiness. Maybe telling someone would get it off her chest enough. She smiled. "Well . . I think about my mentor, Subtleshine, a lot of the times. She was the medicine cat before me. I don't know if you remember her though . . She was beautiful. A great medicine cat." A slight pang hit her as she spoke. What if he didn't remember? Would she have to explain one of the best medicine cats in the world? She still blamed herself for her death. Silentstar tried to convince her that it was old age, that every body ends up dying at some point. No matter what. It was a dreaded thing; death. That's why she wasn't close to anyone except Silentstar. It would take him longer to die. She could do more to prevent it. Plus, if he did die, it would be a long time. She would probably be dead by that time. Another medicine cat she would be sure to tell to try and keep him and the rest of the clan alive. She would treat her apprentice well. When she got one, at least. [bg=6cbaea][atrb=width,450,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Windpelt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 390px; background-color: #e0e0e0; -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px] crowbreeze of cardinalclan text text text text text text. i'll be seeing you again. [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] She seemed to hover somewhere between a smile and a frown. He was not quite sure which she was; sorrowful or happy. He had never been the best at reading emotions, being rather empty of them himself, though he could sense that something was not quite right with her. Her next words had a rather unexpected ring to them. 'Of course I remember her. .' He could not help but feel a little startled at her words. After all, he was older than she, if only by a few moons. But then again, perhaps he was overreacting, like he always did. Of course, she would probably assume that the other Medicine cats were only really known to those who wanted to be that ranking in the future, or were already, of course. And in a way, if that was what she was thinking, that was true. Though Crowbreeze had a clear image of the cat in his mind, it was not as if he had ever known, or taken the time to know her. 'Well, I didn't really know her that well, but I agree with you that she was a splendid Medicine cat.' He was almost amending himself, as he said that. 'And if you'd been her mentor, the loss would have probably hit you hard. .' He glanced at her, waiting for a reaction, before realizing that firstly, this made him come across as extremely heartless, and secondly, it made him sound as if he didn't care. Which he didn't, not really. Certainly, her loss had been hard for the clan, but for him personally? Not in particular. 'Sorry,' he mewed, giving a quick lick to his chest fur before continuing. 'I mean, her loss was hard for all the clan, I guess.' He could not help but add those last two words, given the nature of many of his clanmates, he really was guessing. He was really making a fool of himself, with every further thing he said, so he decided to remain silent for a little. Moments passed, and she seemed to be in no hurry to break the quiet. It became unnerving, so much so that at last, the dark warrior felt he had to break it, somehow. 'If that's what you were down about, though I know you'll deny you were, I'm sure I'll do your best as her successor.' He felt horrified after he had said that. He hadn't meant to say anything like that! He was supposed to have come out with a casual remark about some topic completely unrelated. He hastened to move on; 'anyway, do you need help with anything? Carrying herbs? I know you can manage, and I'm not trying to doubt that. .' He gave a small roll of his eyes, already predicting the torrent of fury that could follow. 'Anyway, if you don't, have you scented prey anywhere, lately? I really need to get some back to the clan. .' He gave a small sigh, hating himself for picking up what seemed to be one of her habits. WORDS; five one one. TAGS; Blair ! NOTES; --

[Blair ;;]

Sweetpoison blinked, looking up at him. She could tell he was upset at something. She didn't know what, though. It seemed like it was his own behavior. But she didn't really see anything wrong with it. He may be a CardinalClan cat, but, that didn't mean he had to be mean all the time. He could be the deputy, but he could still be a little bit nice. At least, around his medicine cat or warriors. And maybe even kits. She didn't see the point in being foul to all the cats in the clan if they offer him niceness. She blinked up at Crowbreeze, then decided it didn't matter. If he was mean to her, she would be nice to him. Soon, he would learn that it wasn't a bad thing to be nice to her. She smiled, then looked at her puny stack of herbs. A few marigold and cobwebs. She sighed in annoyance. She hated not having herbs. If she didn't have herbs and a cat was sick, what would she do? The thought of Subtleshine helping her made her smile. Maybe Crowbreeze could help her just like her old mentor would. And yes. She would become a good successor! She would be one of the best medicine cats known to CardinalClan. Her eyes sparkled with happiness. Sweetpoison picked up the marigold gently with her teeth, careful not to damage them. She looked back at Crowbreeze, then said through her teeth, "You can get those herbs, if you want to help. I don't mind you saying that I need help, because in all honesty, I half do. I hate carrying herbs by myself." She explained. She kept her mouth half opened and began to walk towards camp. Camp wasn't very far, and she came to the realization that Crowbreeze probably wanted to hunt on the way. She slowed her pace, careful not to disturb any prey that may be hiding later in the day. Her walk became subtle, and she looked behind her to the silhouette of Crowbreeze since he had became a little bit farther behind. She sat down, and listened. She was never trained for hunting for prey, but she knew how to scent for it. She sniffed, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe the occasional small scent of bird. Was that what she smelt? Bird? It smelt healthy. She felt odd that she had smelt this piece of prey before Crowbreeze had. She knew that she was destined to be a medicine cat, not doing chores like finding prey. But why had she found it? Her ears prickled as she glanced at Crowbreeze. She realized she owed him a thank you. "Thank you, by the way. You saying that I would be a better successor in Subtleshine's place really did help, you know. Sometimes I need that. . Not many tell me that anymore." She smiled weakly, then looked into the trees. She couldn't tell where she was smelling the bird, maybe to the south. She glanced back at Crowbreeze. She half-hoped he smelt it too, and that she wasn't the only one smelling it. Or that she was just wrong. He would probably feel weird now that she noticed that there was prey in the area before he did. She said basically, "Do you smell that? It smells like bird. . I could be wrong, though." she said, quickly correcting herself. [bg=6cbaea][atrb=width,450,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Windpelt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 390px; background-color: #e0e0e0; -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px] crowbreeze of cardinalclan text text text text text text. i'll be seeing you again. [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wtav6t.jpg); opacity: 0.6; border: 3px solid #969696; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] He watched as she smiled and sighed, both for no apparent reason, though he was sure there must be one. Crowbreeze did not normally mind silence, though hers seemed somehow unsettling. He wanted to fill that silence; drive it away, yet he found he possessed no adequate words. He had never been much of a talker, so this really should not have come as a surprise to him. He was a schemer; a plotter, it was all he was really good for. Apart from acting cruel. Her eyes began to sparkle and he felt his own twitch. What was she so pleased about? He felt his lips draw back in a snarl, before he realized that she was the medicine cat. . That would not do. He stopped, giving her a frown instead, doubting she even noticed. As she picked up the marigold he bent down and forward, wondering if he should simply jump in and start helping. She was now talking and he forced himself to listen. 'That's settled then,' he mewed, finding his lips curling in a faint smile, before the gesture was brushed away impatiently with a duck of his head. He was surprised she had reactly so nicely, but there was no time to dwell on such things; she had begun to move. 'I hate hunting by myself,' he said as he caught up, then frowned again. Why had he said that? It was the complete opposite. Any time alone he could get was pure bliss, in his corrupted world. He nearly cannoned into her as she sat down. Why had she not given warning? He realized she was onto something, and starting looking around for signs of prey. 'What is it?' he murmured, so softly it was not particularly audible. Then, he waited, searching furiously. Her next words seemed to drive all thought of prey from his mind. A cat, thanking him? It seemed so out of place! 'Errr. . no thanks necessary,' he said through gritted teeth. Not only was a cat thanking him for something, they were thanking him for a compliment! He resolved to speak little around this she - cat in the future. 'Smell it. . ? Why, yes I do,' his mew was little more than a gasp. She had sensed something before him? He was suddenly intrigued by her. 'Y - You have a fine sense of smell.' It was a statement; nothing more. 'Well, thanks to you, I believe are due. Though, I think you'll find it's mouse, not bird.' His eyes gleamed a little, before he turned away. 'Wait here! This should be rather quick!' With a flick of his tail he was gone, disappearing into the gloom. 'I simply have to catch this,' he mewed, as he wandered further, the smell growing stronger and stronger. The prey suddenly dashed out a little to his left, and he scrambled after it, herding it, he realized with a faint glow of horror, back to where Sweetpoison was probably sitting. Would he be able to catch it in time? Perhaps he could use her assistance, though that was the most desperate plan of attack. He chased it with energy, feeling a thrill run through his limbs. He was gaining, gaining. . A form swum into view and he realized he had run almost directly at her, though the prey was now within reach. He couldn't stop. Not with the poor luck he had had today. Avoiding her as best he could, he snagged a claw into it's lower back, feeling it squirm, as he swung himself around to face her, instead of continuing on into her. 'Sorry, bit of a difficult struggle. Lost my. . bearings,' He bent down to pick up the prey, his eyes almost twinkling. . WORDS; six two eight. TAGS; Blair ! NOTES; --

[Blair ;;]

Sweetpoison dropped the herbs to the ground, then looked back at him. She was usually the one to stay and encourage him, maybe even hunt more to his extent. She only wished that she could help him with his hunting, because with all good reason, she had no idea how. The bird? It had been a mouse. The two scents were very different from each other and yet she had associated them with the same. She wanted to sigh and cry out and say how bad of a cat of CardinalClan she was becoming. But no, she wasn't a kittypet nor a apprentice. She wasn't going to do such a thing that would lower this cat's expectations of her even more. She sniffed around. She knew she had a good nose, but she didn't know how good. Obviously it was good to scent a mouse out from under the deputy of CardinalClan's nose. She came to a faint realization that she had never hunted very much before. Maybe someone could teach her.. But why would she need to know how to hunt? She shook the thought away. The idea was worthless to someone of her perspective. She was a medicine cat, not a warrior. Warriors were the ones that were meant to hunt. It's not like Crowbreeze wasn't busy. He had deputy things to do, and had no time to teach a medicine cat - a full grown medicine cat like herself - the ways of a warrior. It wasn't going to happen. She might as well shake the thought from her head. Maybe Subtleshine should have taught her how to hunt before she passed. Maybe she was going to. She knew that Subtleshine didn't have very much of a sense when it came to hunting, so she was probably just as worthless as Subtleshine was. As a kit. Then again, Subtleshine had never taught her how to fight either. In any fight against another clan, Sweetpoison may not be totally worthless, because she may not be fighting off cats of the different clan, but she would still be healing. And that's what she was meant to do. Heal. But.. The thought sickened her as she thought this up to no avail. What if a cat of a different clan attacked her? Sure this was not to happen greatly, but she was of CardinalClan. Anything would happen to a cat of CardinalClan without any mercy. It wasn't that her clan was bad - okay, maybe it was. But none of the other clans favored this one over another. It was stupid, but it was life. She glanced back at Crowbreeze, who came hurdling towards her. She jumped, standing up and half moving out of his way. He skimmed her side, but didn't hurt her. Sweetpoison came to the realization that if she had been a warrior, she wouldn't have dodged. She would have assisted him in catching the prey and handed it to him as his own catch. But no. She was a lousy medicine cat. Of course medicine cats weren't all that lousy. They helped heal the clan. But what good would that do if a medicine cat was attacked with no means of survival? She had never been taught how to fight. She glanced at Crowbreeze. He looked built - enough. He was a deputy, and a little bit older than she was. Surely he knew fighting tactics? But once again, he was the deputy. He had things to do - better things to do rather than help a medicine cat learn how to fight. She began to pick up the herbs, then noticed how much he liked hunting. She didn't fight the urge to smile this time, trying to keep from laughing, actually. She liked the glitter in his eyes. She had never felt the triumph of catching prey. She liked that triumph. It must feel good. She couldn't stop herself when she found herself blurting, "Can you teach me how to do that?" She bit her tongue after she said this. Why had she asked that. Her paws brought her a few inches back. Stupid! her brain told her. You mousebrain! He has better things to do! She was obviously annoyed that she said this. She blinked, looking off to a different side. "Sorry.. I know you have better things to do than teach me how to hunt." [bg=6cbaea][atrb=width,450,true] [atrb=border,0,true]