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Lightpaw

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Dec 12 2017, 08:29 PM
[set shortly before her warrior assessment]

Lightpaw had a bad feeling. A nasty, nasty feeling about what was to come.

It was enough to take the crippled she-cat to visit Middy in her den. She needed a back up plan - she had to be useful. Lightpaw couldn't stand the thought of being delegated to the elder's den, the idea of Firestar's sneer - no.

She leaned in, one eye dilating as it adjusted to the dim light. "Hey, Middy?" she called, stepping in gingerly. Her wounded leg was so tense, so knotted with pain, that it made her want to whimper. But no time to worry about that now.
Dec 12 2017, 08:26 PM
This was not a good day. It just... Was not a good day.

She'd spoken with Middy earlier. While she'd been there, it had honestly been tempting to grab something for the pain. Lightpaw wasn't sure if she'd slept wrong, or just gotten unlucky - or maybe it was the cold, with leafbare billowing in on chill winds and leaving even the hated apprentice's den freezing.

Whatever the cause, her twisted leg was one big knot of pain. Most days like this, she'd limp, taking some of the weight off of it, easing the pain. But everything was scheduled, promised, and a warrior couldn't work when it was convenient for her.

So she'd marched to Firestar and Raven, hiding the pain behind mismatched eyes and broken teeth. Hunt a squirrel. Those were the orders.

The light ginger tabby, teeth gritted so hard it made her jaw ache, stalked out of camp, and began searching for a scent.
Oct 11 2017, 09:30 AM
Her rather self-imposed training regimen was rough. By the time she was finished, she was always limping heavily, her twisted claws dragging in the dirt as she forced herself to keep going. If she stopped, her bad leg would only get stiff and more difficult to work with, so she needed to do something. Something, something, something... Herbs!

The light ginger tabby's whiskers pricked as she decided on a course of action. She'd collect Middy - the charcoal medicine cat had an uncanny eye for the best herbs, of course she did - and maybe they could go out gathering. That would work. That would work excellently.

She poked her head into the medicine cat den, her one good eye dilating in the darkness. "Ey, Middy, ya here? Wanna go get some herbs? Noticed we need some catmint. Ain't got much."
Oct 11 2017, 09:27 AM
"Oh fuck."

All things considered, it was a fairly calm statement.

Raventhorn was off... doing whatever it was he did these days. Lightpaw didn't really understand. She'd tried to talk to him a few times, and been rebuffed. He didn't train, and StarClan forbid she talk to Winterstar or Firemountain. Who knew what they'd do. So she was left to her own devices, trying to get ready for what felt like an ever impending deadline.

She had to become a warrior.

And her leg said no.

That was really the problem. The half-blindness she'd adjusted to. The twisted leg, the limp, the constant pain? Less so. It was hard to adjust, because it was different every day, but it never worked right. It gave out, it strained, it would cramp and cause intense pain - usually while she was about to pounce on something juicy. Her permanently extended claws got stuck on things, and nothing worked right.

So she'd decided to try to climb a tree. There'd been a day where Lightpaw had loved climbing.

Conveniently, she'd forgotten the real problem with climbing - getting down.

Once she'd made her way up the tree, leg screaming in protest, she'd been proud of herself. Until the fifteen or so tail-length drop became apparent. Her leg was shaking and she couldn't figure out how to get down.

So she crouched on a sturdy branch, bad leg dangling, and let her tail swish as she tried to work through the problem.

It was definitely a problem.

((Taking place about a month or so ago!))
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Middy's suggestion had been not to leave camp alone. Not for a while. And so of course, now freed from her captivity in the medicine cat's den, Lightpaw had broken that suggestion. Really, that should have surprised no one. It had been around sun-high when she'd left, when cats were napping in their dens or hiding from the withering Greenleaf heat. And so, without a word to anyone, she'd slipped out of the medicine cat den, limped across camp, and left.
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Surprise, surprise. As she'd limped her way through the territory, she found a sureness settling into her bones as she traced familiar pathways. It had been almost two moons since she'd been out of camp, even outside of the medicine den for more than a few minutes. And now, here, there was no overwhelming scent of herbs, no protective soul standing between her and what she needed to face.
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On the left, just in her peripheral vision, trailed her spectral watcher. The StarClan spirit glimmered with stars even in the bright daylight, keeping her distance as the she-cat limped her way through the territory. Lightpaw paid her little mind - she had to focus. She was alone, and wounded, and if something came along to surprise her, she'd be in bad shape. In the back of her head, Lightpaw knew she should have brought someone with her.
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But she didn't want anyone else to witness her fear.
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For almost two moons, she'd been telling herself about this day. The day she faced what had happened and moved on from it. Some nights Thunderpaths were all she could see, monsters roaring past. She didn't even remember being hit, but she'd seen monsters growing up, and she knew. She knew what had happened, even if the memory wasn't there. And, ever more frustrating, she didn't understand why.
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Why had she been out there?
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By the time she reached the Thunderpath, her splinted bad leg was aching. It could bear her weight now, the bones well set, though Middy had ordered the splint to stay on for a little while longer. No training, yet. Not... Not yet. But soon.
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The first thing to assault her senses was the smell. That scent had worked its way into her nose for so long it no longer held meaning, but here it was in strength. Fear worked its way along the warrior aged apprentice's spine, and her good eye dilated as she stared at the Thunderpath that divided ShadowClan and ThunderClan territories.
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When the roar of a Monster came, Lightpaw let out a terrified gasp and flattened herself to the ground. Her leg protested, the scar on her flank twinging with phantom pain as she watched the two-leg piloted creature thunder past. Once it was gone, she forced herself to her feet, shaking. This had been a terrible idea.
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Face it, thought Lightpaw to herself. Her ears pinned and she limped towards the Thunderpath, stopping several fox-lengths away. This time when a Monster roared past, it ruffled her fur and left her panting with fear. But she didn't budge. Even as the scent made her eyes water and fractured memories assaulted her, she didn't move.


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