Akbadain wrote:Nightpelt sighed. "Even if no one sees us..." he muttered, frowning. "I had rarely left camp before. It is unwise for me to put myself in harms way because what if something happens to me? Then there will be no one to treat the inju-.... Well, that is a lie. There is still Finchpaw, and he is a natural. I feel as though there is nothing left for me to teach him. Which... leads me to what I wanted to talk to you about." The tom paused, licking his chest nervously.
"When I was Medicine Cat Apprentice, I had a premonition. I foresaw my mentor's death, and did my best to warn her. She, however, didn't want to believe that her end was near. Either that... or she didn't trust in me enough to listen. Either way, she didn't heed my warnings and she was indeed killed less than a moon later. I was only 7 moons then, and I was left to take over the duties as full-fledged Medicine Cat. Since then, that had been all I knew."
Flicking an ear, the tom's body ran hot as he showed a slight smile. "I'm awkward and uncertain; not to mention rather boring and humorless... You don't need to deny it. I know my faults." He nodded before adding, "I am not skilled in translating feelings, but if what I have been feeling for you these past few sunrises is indeed what I think it is... then I now have something other than my position to worry about. And it is something I cannot rightly have..." Sighing again, he shuffled his paws. "... while I remain Medicine Cat."
Scarlettfeather took a breath as she looked at the darkly pelted tom and nodded her head. Seeing the frown, she felt like she had made a mistake in telling him her feelings in the first place. This caused her to lower her head as she sighed softly.... She then flicked her tail as she lifted it again, nodding as she softly said "I have faith in your apprentice..." and licked a paw.
Shaking her red furred head as she closed her eyes for just a moment, she opened them to look at the tom. Perking her ears to further hear the words spoken by him, she sighed as she nodded she remembered the stories she had heard...None of the cats telling them had been very nice in the way that they told them either...
Shaking the thoughts from her head on that matter, she tried to focus on the tom in front of her and snorted. "Well, you think I had not noticed you were awkward and uncertain, and seem withdrawn, distant, cold?" Shaking her head, she continued to speak "My own father was this way...And he was able to make it work, after a bit..." Flicking her tail as she went warm then cold, she tilted her head as he continued to speak, she lowered her head as he finished. She then asked "Are you saying we should go back on your original plan? Or..."
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