Post by Sparrow on Aug 25, 2009 21:18:41 GMT -5
Name: Smallflower
Gender: Female
Age: 17 Moons, a fairly young medicine cat
Clan: LeafClan
Position Auditioning For: Temp. LeafClan MedCat
Appearance: Long haired she-cat- unusually small -with different coloured brown tabby mixes covering her pelt. She had a small cherry-like nose, long pointed ears with tufts of fur, small delicate white paws, a long fluffy fox-like tail, and mixed forest green eyes. A very light, soft singing-like voice.
Personality: As soft as a new-born kit's fur, gentle like she were handling the lives of her own kits, mature even though young but as if she were a medicine cat for uncountable seasons, caring like a queen cares for her kits, compassionate like fire as if every thing she decides is the fate of her Clan... Quiet, calm, collected, tends to keep to herself.
Mate: N/A
Other:
"Smallflower!" Mistyheart screeched her name as if a whole hoard of badgers were invading the nursery. Without words Smallflower abandoned making the marigold mixtures and raced to-wards the blue-gray queen. Terror tore threw Mistyheart's gaze, as she clawed up the earth below her with her claws. The fire in the queens gaze was only triggered when one thing happened.
She looked down, on the poor, tiny, helpless bundle of fur beneath her. She inhaled deeply, "What happened?" She asked right before she scooped up the silverly-white tabby she-kit. She raced to-wards the medicine den, already pretty sure of what happened. As she exploded into the den she quickly placed the small she-kit- named Larkkit -on the layer of moss she had made into a nest in case of an emergencies like this. She darted across the hallowed-out rock beside the hallowed-out tree and popped inside. Emerging a heartbeat later with yarrow and a spiky borage leaf.
She hurried into the medicine den again, and looked down at the she-kit, she didn't have much time left. "Larkkit? Can you hear me?" She mewed quickly and they opened the small kits mouth with her paw. She quickly finished chewing the yarrow, careful not to swallow any. She spit it out, and quickly pushed it as far as she could, down the kit's throat. She closed Larkkit's open mouth with her paw, and with the other, lifting her neck and rubbing her paw over her throat, forcing the yarrow to go down. Once it was swallow she placed the borage leaf under the kit's mouth, waiting.
One... Two... Three... and there! Just then Larkkit retracted onto the borage leaf. Smallflower sighed thankfully before scooping up the leaf and disposing of it. Mistyheart had been watching the whole time, her eyes wide with horror.
"Its okay, Mistyheart," she soothed the blue-gray queen. She walked out of the medicine den and grabbed a pawful of thyme from the storage. She returned and saw Mistyheart now sitting, her eyes still wide. She pushed the thyme leaves to-wards the queen. Mistyheart looked over to her, confused. She nodded, as Mistyheart began to lap them up with her pink tongue.
She looked to the side and saw Larkkit's sister and brother padding in nervously, they were scared for their sister. "She's going to be fine," she assured them. Jaykit and Heronkit sighed relief and curled up beside their sister, Mistyheart curling around them all. She wondered what would have happened if she hadn't saved Larkkit's life, one less Clanmate, one less future warrior. One less member of the small family. She looked down on Mistyheart and her three kits... Seeing them happily sleeping together, knowing she saved Larkkit from death, this is what a medicine cat lived for... This is what she lived for.
