Post by Leafshadow on Jan 24, 2010 15:53:08 GMT -5
---Sunset--- Before the half moon--
"Home... What a weird word." Cedarpaw said to himself as he looked around the deserted, dust collecting medicine cat's den. He sat at the very back of the den, alone as usual. Since Monarchwing and Grimjaw had been feeling better lately, they moved back into the warrior's den, where they belonged. The solitary tom made his way over to a crinkled stack of leaves. Well, it wasn't really a 'stack.' All of the dried, ancient herbs left over from who knows when had been shoved and pushed aside to this back corner of the den. No cat had been sent out to gather any new herbs, as even Cedarpaw didn't know where to find all of them.
The cat stuck out a paw and hooked one larger, split down the middle leaf that looked as if it could fall apart at any minute. With a shake of his paw, he dropped it in front of him, looking it over carefully.
"What IS that?" He thought, squinting his eyes in the low light, as the last few rays of sun were disappearing behind the horizon. His pink nose bendt down to give it a sniff. Amazingly enough, the faintest of scents still clung to this pathetic-looking leaf. He sniffed it again, just barely recognizing the uncommon scent.
"I think it's an oak leaf" He said to himself, stepping back to get a better look at the brown shriveled leaf. "It's good for stopping infections," He thought, "But I don't think this leaf could stop anything."
So Cedarpaw threw the leaf aside and pulled out another one, going through the same process. Unfortunately, this den looked as if it hadn't been touched in seasons. This medicine cat sure had his work cut out for him. It was really too bad that nearly half of the herbs Sunsetclan had were too old to be of any use. The task was mindless, it was boring, so Cedarpaw let his mind wander. Home was a strange word. Home isn't one place set in stone, yet you love it as if it's going to stay there forever. This den, this neglected, dried out den, was his home, so to speak. Deserted and empty, it wasn't much of a place to call your own. In reality, this place wasn't his home. His clan, this territory was his home, and Cedarpaw was willing to stay here forever.
"So this is home..." He said looking around again, gaze wandering to the entrance of the den. The cat could barely see the silhouettes of a few cats in the distance. A rush of loneliness hit him like a blow to the stomach. The tom suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to leave this stack half-sorted and get out of this den. Dropping the stale herb between his teeth, the cat almost bounded out of his den, but restrained himself to a gentle walk as he approached the two silhouettes.
"Home... What a weird word." Cedarpaw said to himself as he looked around the deserted, dust collecting medicine cat's den. He sat at the very back of the den, alone as usual. Since Monarchwing and Grimjaw had been feeling better lately, they moved back into the warrior's den, where they belonged. The solitary tom made his way over to a crinkled stack of leaves. Well, it wasn't really a 'stack.' All of the dried, ancient herbs left over from who knows when had been shoved and pushed aside to this back corner of the den. No cat had been sent out to gather any new herbs, as even Cedarpaw didn't know where to find all of them.
The cat stuck out a paw and hooked one larger, split down the middle leaf that looked as if it could fall apart at any minute. With a shake of his paw, he dropped it in front of him, looking it over carefully.
"What IS that?" He thought, squinting his eyes in the low light, as the last few rays of sun were disappearing behind the horizon. His pink nose bendt down to give it a sniff. Amazingly enough, the faintest of scents still clung to this pathetic-looking leaf. He sniffed it again, just barely recognizing the uncommon scent.
"I think it's an oak leaf" He said to himself, stepping back to get a better look at the brown shriveled leaf. "It's good for stopping infections," He thought, "But I don't think this leaf could stop anything."
So Cedarpaw threw the leaf aside and pulled out another one, going through the same process. Unfortunately, this den looked as if it hadn't been touched in seasons. This medicine cat sure had his work cut out for him. It was really too bad that nearly half of the herbs Sunsetclan had were too old to be of any use. The task was mindless, it was boring, so Cedarpaw let his mind wander. Home was a strange word. Home isn't one place set in stone, yet you love it as if it's going to stay there forever. This den, this neglected, dried out den, was his home, so to speak. Deserted and empty, it wasn't much of a place to call your own. In reality, this place wasn't his home. His clan, this territory was his home, and Cedarpaw was willing to stay here forever.
"So this is home..." He said looking around again, gaze wandering to the entrance of the den. The cat could barely see the silhouettes of a few cats in the distance. A rush of loneliness hit him like a blow to the stomach. The tom suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to leave this stack half-sorted and get out of this den. Dropping the stale herb between his teeth, the cat almost bounded out of his den, but restrained himself to a gentle walk as he approached the two silhouettes.