.: HazeClan :. {Semi-Literate Warriors Roleplay} OPEN

[catdoq]

.: Mudstar :.

Mudstar echoed his words, "Patrols? Shouldn't the deputy be handling those?" She asked in a confused tone. Her eye's lit up with realization and she sighed, suddenly looking old and worn out, "Oh...right." Mudstar shook her head slowly and dragged the chaffinch closer, staring down at it with a distant look glazing her eyes. Mudstar dipped down and took a bite from the bird, chewing it slowly and then licking the blood from around her mouth. She looked at Moonkit with a surprised expression, as if she had never realized he was there. She smiled and meowed, "Thank you, Moonkit."

[Nina11178]

"You are greatly welcome Mudstar." He said, dipping his head. Then, turning to go, he swiveled back and locked sightless gaze with his Leadeer's sightful one. "Are you feeling well, Mudstar?" He asked, remembering the confused look in her eyes.

Good Night! I have to go!

[catdoq]

.: Mudstar :.

Mudstar smiled and slowly nodded her head, "I'm okay...Just still a bit shocked that he's gone..." She sighed sadly and took anther bite from the chaffinch. "But I'll be okay. Life will go on as always." She finished off the rest of the bird and gently pushed away it's remains to deal with later. She inspected the thorn wound again and gave it a few licks before wincing and turning away. It hurt a lot more than it should have; she narrowed her eyes at her leg, but decided to dismiss it for now while the kit was here.

[Nina11178]

"That wound looks like it hurts." Moonkit commented, noticing her flinch. "Should I call Brookfeather when I leave?" He asked helpfully. "I understand it hurts losing your deputy. He was the one person you could rely on. that's how I felt losing my mom." Moonkit whispered.

[catdoq]

.: Mudstar :.

Mudstar was about to snap at Moonkit, but held it back when he mentioned his mother, "Sure, Moonkit." She nodded slowly, "Go and get me Brookfeather. I need to speak with her anyways." She paused, then meowed. "Oh, and thank you for the bird. It was very thoughtful of you to bring that to me." She dipped her head to the kit and waved her tail to dismiss him. Mudstar shifted around so that she could inspect the wound more carefully, and noticed that it was still bleeding. She glared at the wound, wondering if it was really from the thorn. Fear gripped her chest and butterflies began to flutter around in her stomach, but she pushed the feelings down and awaited the medicine cat's arrival.

[Nina11178]

"Okay Mudstar!" Moonkit answered. "You're welcome." He said. He scampered out of the den and made his way to Brookfeather's den. "Brookfeather! Mudstar needs you!" He called.


"Okay, I'm going!" She answered to the kit's call. In a hurry, she grabbed a bit of alder, burdock, and cobweb and wrapped them into a dock leave. She raced upto the entrance of Mudstar's den and and asked, "May I come in?"

[catdoq]

.: Mudstar :.

Mudstar looked up from the wound, a distracted look in her eyes. After a moment's hesitation, she meowed, "Yes, come in Brookfeather." Her voice was distant. Mudstar shifted in her nest so that her leg would be accessible to the medicine cat, laying down in her nest and sighing, "I also need to talk to you about something. It's about..." She sighed and closed her eyes. "Choosing the new deputy and what not. I'm not sure what to do. I still haven't the slightest idea who I'm going to pick and I don't know if I'll be able to make the decision by moonhigh." She raised her head from her nest and meowed with a worried look in her eyes, "Would StarClan be angry with me if I didn't pick the new deputy by tonight?"

[Nina11178]

Brookfeather stepped into the den. She saw the wound and began layering it in a poultice of the leaves, then holding it down with a few cobwebs. After listening to the troubled thoughts of her leader, she sat back and looked up thoughtfully. "I believe StarClan will not appreciate the lateness that goes against the tradition, and the Clan will certainly think of every problem after it a bad omen and punishment from Starclan." She finally answered bluntly. In a gentler and softer voice, she added, "It is your Clan. If you make the best decision using more time, it is for the Clan. Traditions will be traditions, and breaking them with reason will only give a better outcome. The Clan will think bad of the deputy named after moonhigh, but after he or she proves themselves to the Clan, it turns out being okay. I understand the confusion of picking a deputy out of three honorable warriors, Darkwing, Silvertail, and Nighfrost, but the decision should be made soon. I think you can take longer than moonhigh if you need it, but longer than two moonhighs wouldn't be appeasing to StarClan." Brookfeather advised.

[catdoq]

.: Mudstar :.

Mudstar listened intently to Brookfeather, absorbing every word she uttered. She nodded slowly and meowed, "I will try my best to choose the new deputy by this moonhigh. Although I'm still not sure exactly who to pick...but I think I have been brought closer to my decision." She dipped her head. "Thank you, Brookfeather. Your wisdom has helped me once again." Mudstar looked at her leg and winced as Brookfeather put in the poultice in her wound. She stretched out her leg and tensed a bit, stopping as she saw the blood flow out faster as she did so, "Sorry.." She muttered.

[Nina11178]

"It's fine. I'm glad I could help with such an effective decision. I'll be back with another poultice, that one is soaking in blood now. Don't move much." Brookfeather instructed. She padded out of the den and paused to turn back. Her gaze lingered on the leader as she spoke, "Your decision is yours to make, and none's to question. Why else would you be leader if other's were to judge your leadership? For Starclan chose you because they respect your decisions and your wisdom. You are admired by all, so take no stress over." She recited as if in a trance. She left the den and went into her own den. Brookfeather gathered the herbs again and mashed them into a poultice and carried them back to Mudstar. She applied the poultice wordlessly, and then bound it on with layers of cobwebs, this time, with catchweed, so it couldn't come off. "There. Now do you want me to tell someone to organize patrols? I don't want you to stretch that leg anymore." Brookfeather warned.