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Frostbite took a few steps back and looked at her pile of herbs. She was running low on a few of them but she could feel she could get by for a little while and not need them. Cats in the clan haven't been as sick as a few moons ago. A few colds here and there again nothing this medicine cat couldn't handle. She was all about healing cats and making sure they were healthy. No litters to expect this moon. That was a joy for her.

Turning her head to look outside her den she let her ears go forward and listened for anyone outside of her den. Getting up gracefully the medicine cat padded to the opening of her den and heard nothing but the wind blow across her camp. Looking towards the warriors den her ears went in that direction and heard nothing. Looking now at the apprentices den she heard a little bit of movement but that had to be one of the apprentices who caught a cold a few days ago, taking in her order to rest before training can start up again.

Now looking at the freshkill pile Frostbite hadn't eaten for two days now. Being so busy in her job she forgets to eat more then half the time. Padding over to the pile she looked down and growled. Nothing but a field mouse and small vole that couldnt even fill her up. Rolling her eyes she knew what this meant. She would have to get her own food. She liked it fresh not.. sitting at the bottom of a pile cold and frozen for days on end.

Taking a few steps back a gentle breeze blew past the cat as she looked and pondered if she should go out and get prey for herself or stay in camp..

[Lionstar]

Lionstar slowly blinked open his eyes. His nap seemed as though it might be taking too long -- he had been on the cusp of sleep the entire time, but seemed to keep falling back into the realm of the slightly-awake. There weren't really any dreams, but that was better than nightmares, Lionstar supposed. He had never had any communication with StarClan except for when he received his nine lives; they did not appear in his dreams to speak with him or to send him omens. Then again, that was why he had a medicine cat, now wasn't it?

Frostbite. Lionstar didn't entirely trust her, but, hey, she was the medicine cat and was the one living cat who knew that he only had eight lives instead of nine. Rising to his paws, Lionstar was thinking of what he might do if she should try to divulge that information. He didn't want to be on her bad side, naturally, so measures would have to be drastic -- or maybe they wouldn't have to be, at all. Shaking the moss off his thick fur and white paws, Lionstar glanced toward the entrance of his den. He should go out and do something today; in fact, he was feeling a little peckish.

Padding out and down toward the fresh-kill pile, he noted that the camp was oddly quiet, seemingly deserted, and that the fresh-kill pile was pathetically meager. All the cats were probably out hunting or on patrol. Lionstar made a mental note to speak with his deputy about better planning for the hunting parties.

As Lionstar was about to turn away from the pile, he noticed a rather unhappy looking Frostbite, though that seemed to be her regular face, so no matter. "Frostbite," he meowed in greeting, tilting his head politely. "You look restless," he commented. Indeed she did: her gaze was drifting toward the camp's entrance. She was the medicine cat, and he did not want her to leave on her own. Dangers lurked in the woods, and she would need an escort should she wish to leave.

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TAG: Frostbite, open
WORDS: 348 (I tried to about match your post ^^)
NOTES: Thought I could pop in here :D

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Frostbite didnt have to look to see who it was. The voice said it all and Lionstar just kept coming closer and closer and better yet started talking to her. Her? Looking restless? This was how she always looked. Now making eye contact with her leader she looked him over to make sure he was looking well. Gratefully he was. Looking away from him she stayed silent for a while and mewed, ''It's not restlessness your confusing my look with ticked off.'' She looked at the freshkill pile and and mewed, ''Not one for cold food at the bottom of a pile.'' Looking back at her den then back at the opening of the camp she got up and stretched and gave a shake a mewed, ''Well dont let me take up your leader duties I'm sure you have a lot on your plate for today. If you need anything I will be out hunting for a short while. Wont be long. If any cat complains that something hurts just tell them to suck it up, walk it off, or bite it off. Those are usually my three options I tell cats what we can do when they come into my den with a problem.'' Giving her leader a very not caring look she started padding to exit the camp to help get her stomach under control from the growling it was giving off.

[Lionstar]

Frostbite certainly was not an easy cat to work with. She was the one Lionstar had, however, the only medicine cat in ThunderClan. He might recommend her taking up an apprentice, perhaps someone with a more... sociable personality. Lionstar glanced at the meager fresh-kill pile once again. What did she expect? It was leaf-bare, after all. All cats had to make sacrifices, and with her being a medicine cat, she should know that most of all -- the queens and the elders needed it more than they, and, fortunately, they were able to eat today. There were hunting patrols out, as there were every day, and she needn't worry. They weren't going to starve, certainly not today.

With a quiet sigh, Lionstar padded after the medicine cat. "Frostbite, there are hunting patrols out. If you truly insist on leaving the camp instead of waiting maybe one more hour at most, then I must accompany you, or find a warrior to do so." While Lionstar sometimes was in possession of infinite patience, when it came to foolishness, he was one of the most impatient cats in the forest. Technically, he could forbid her from leaving and put her under guard, but what sort of message would that send? And how helpful would that make her, how receptive to his cause (of his own self-preservation)? She knew his secret, after all. They must be friends, or at least friendly.

Lionstar followed after her closely, sticking by her flank, his eyes trained directly on the back of her skull. How well could she hunt? It was something he wondered at this moment, with her being a medicine cat and all. Then he remembered that that was a silly thing to wonder, since she had grown up in ShadowClan for a sufficient chunk of her apprenticeship before she came to ThunderClan. The previous leader had accepted her, though Lionstar -- then Lionfrost -- himself had been wary, and unwilling to make nice. Then again, he rather finds himself unwilling to make nice to just about anyone willingly, so there is that to consider.

WORDS: 348 | NOTES: I'm sorry, my muse was failin' me here D: I had an idea earlier, but I lost it ._. | TAG: Frostbite, OPEN

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Frostbite raised an eyebrow at her leader when he told her he had to accompany her. So much yelling was going through her mind right now at things she could possibly say to her leader but she held it in. Now wasn't time for her pick fights and she was very good on when she could. Looking him dead in the eye she turned and padded out of the camp with him following her a bit to close for her comfort but she didnt make a scene of it. Just rolling her eyes with her leader next to her she told herself she would catch something very quickly then take it back to camp and hopefully not have her leader babysit her too in camp.

Stopping she scanned the forest floor with her eyes and ears. Hearing a snap in the distance she was able to pin point a small rodent. Leaving her leader without a word she went to town on this. Opening her jaw a bit she noticed where she was and fixed herself right away. Down wind was where she was now and that was the start. Staying hidden as well as she could closer and closer she got to the small animal. Placing herself on the ground and having the tip of her tail go back and forth she waited...and waited...

NOW! she yelled in her head as she leaped from her spot and landed right on the critter. Finishing it off Frostbite gave it a bite to the neck and before she knew it it went limp in her jaws. Turning around and padding back to her leader she stopped a few feet in front of him and glared. Just simply glared. Taking a step forward the medicine cat placed the kill at her leaders paws and mewed, ''Wont take no for an answer. You are leader and you need to keep your strength up for this clan to lead it.''

[Lionstar]

Lionstar padded behind Frostbite, staying near to his Clan's medicine cat. It seemed to be a mild day, so there would be no sudden storms that could harm them, potentially -- he hoped. Lionstar glanced at the sky through the naked branches and saw not a cloud in sight. Thank StarClan, he did not want to be out here in a blizzard with the white-furred she-cat, especially should a cat get harmed back at camp and need her help. He was here to make this trip go as quickly as possible. With this in mind, he was immediately alert and silently searching for prey from behind the warrior-trained Frostbite.

The thick-furred leader noticed that Frostbite seemed to notice her own piece of prey, and so Lionstar swiftly went after his own target. He didn't trust her to catch it, as he was uncertain as to how in-shape she was anymore. So, Lionstar noted that the critter was out with a mate, and he swiftly pounced on her prey's partner. Lionstar killed it quickly with a simple crunch and a broken neck, just as his namesake does it (well, not quite, actually, because, well, for many reasons, but that's not important right now, just that he killed it via a neck-breaking chomp).

Turning back to Frostbite, Lionstar hid his surprise twitched his whiskers. She had, in fact, caught her prey and then dropped the fresh-kill at his paws. This was a breach in the warrior code, and besides, he wasn't even the one who was whining to go get the food. Lionstar leaned forward and dropped his fresh-kill at her paws. The warrior code was not something Lionstar ever had paid much heed to, but making allies was. And even though she was grumpy, he didn't want to be known to give in to a breach so easily, especially not as a leader. Although, as leader and medicine cat, they had much between them that other cats would not understand or ever know, secrets unspeakable. Not the sort that some cats of legend had, no romance -- Lionstar probably would want to rip out her throat and claw off his own ears if anything ever even prepared to bloom -- but dark enough ones. Well, really, just the one secret for now, but he suspected more would come. It had not been so many moons yet, after all.

"Look as though I was a step ahead of you. Thank you, but I was not the one who was truly hungry." He gently nudged the fresh-kill toward her with one white forepaw, and then added, "And a leader has a deputy. You have no apprentice: your strength is more important than mine." Alright, admittedly, it was true, his stomach was a bit empty at the moment. He had woken up a bit peckish, a little bit hungry, but not enough to break the warrior code around another cat, not until he trusted her more, not until they had been through more fire together.

WORDS: 499 | NOTES: Bleh | TAG: Frostbite, OPEN

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What in the name of starclan was this about? Her leader dropped a piece of prey in front of her and pushed it towards her. Looking at her leader with no expression she sat and listened to him speak to her. A light irritated glare came from her eyes and mewed, ''Do not take me for weak just because I dont have an extra set of paws like you do.'' Bending down she took a bite of the prey that was given to her by her leader. She wasn't going to be rude, but she did catch prey too. ''We arent leaving this spot until you eat at least half of that prey you probably thought I couldn't catch.'' It was the motherly side of her talking now that she rarely let anyone see. This was just a special occasion for her leader. They werent really close but then again Frostbite never got close with anyone in the clan. She was born from Shadowclan and always felt as if Thunderclan never truly accepted her as one of the family. Lionstar was no different. She has seen how the other cats look at her and whisper because everyone knew where she was really from. ''It's a medicine cats order Lionstar. I'm not asking.'' Her voice was soft but stern.. maybe it was time to open up to show him how she could be when its just one one on? No.. not yet. She was getting to soft already. Gathering herself up she sat up straighter and raised an eyebrow at her leader. ''For Starclans sake Lionstar I didnt poison it and if you really feel that weary of eating something I caught bring it back and give it to someone who will eat it!'' she lightly hissed.

[Lionstar]

Frostbite was showing a side of herself that Lionstar had never truly seen before; it was almost motherly, in fact, and not one that Lionstar had fully expected her to have. Now, naturally, he knew that she was not some two-dimensional creature with only a harsh, prickly face and voice and heart, but it is always a bit odd and disconcerting when a cat shows a different side from the one normally seen by others. He was pleased that she was opening herself up to him like this, though. It seemed to be a good step forward, even though he had only been leader for a few brief moons as of yet and they had not had an excessive amount of time to work closely together on Clan upper-echelon matters.

Lionstar twitched his whiskers in outward amusement at Frostbite's fierce concern and demands. She even pulled rank on him, though leader and medicine cat were, in a way, equal to each other. In some ways, the leader was more powerful, and in others it was the medicine cat. ThunderClan's medicine cat could fight, though, and hunt, and that was different from most Clans. She didn't need to know how, for ThunderClan was a very well established Clan with no pressing dangers threatening to wipe it out and with many strong warriors. Elkshadow, the deputy, was powerful -- Lionstar chose him for his efficiency and force, though knew that he would make a highly destructive leader. As of now, though, Lionstar viewed the bulky tabby as a harnessed force of nature, or a weapon -- a dog's fangs, or some such thing -- which he could point and release, and Frostbite reminded him more of... well, perhaps a badger, or something else. The first thought that came to his mind was a deadly adder, but he knew that this was not entirely accurate, for she was frequently biting and cutting instead of just sneaky or venomous.

With a swish of his tail, Lionstar lowered his head toward the fresh-kill she had given him and then, with a twinkle in his eye not normally there, lifted his gaze up to her from his head's lowered position and meowed, "I shall follow your medicine cat's orders, but I do not want my medicine cat weak in leafbare. So, if I must follow your medicine cat's orders, then I insist you eat what I caught. Leader's orders." Lifting his head again, and using his peripheral vision and other senses to tell if anyone was nearby -- he could detect no approaching creatures -- the golden-brown tabby leaned back slightly and then licked his chest briskly once. "I'm afraid I shan't eat until you do. We work together to care for our Clan, we should work together to care for each other." Lionstar's playfulness was one of his skills, tools that he had collected over the moons and seasons that helped him cope with disobedience or disagreement. A playful petulance, which was not truly petulance but more often bordered on teasing, he had found to be sometimes effective. Just telling her to do this would not work and would cause a fight to erupt and possibly a long-lasting grudge and discord within the Clan, and Lionstar would not have that. He didn't want to be on his toes around Frostbite, however, so he must think of some way to solidify their working relationship; a swift method would be preferable, but he could also see that slow, grueling friendship might be necessary for the utmost effectiveness in the future.

WORDS: 592 | NOTES: Bleh, sorry this is kinda late (and not great |D') | TAG: Frostbite, OPEN