A/N: This was hard-ish to write, cause I have been gone from FanFiction for soooo long (SORRY!) and I just haven't felt very …creative…lately.
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Okay, this A/N's starting to get out of control.
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Chapter Seven: Catmint
I rolled over on top of my stiff leg. I felt pain sear my muscles and I instantly rolled onto my other side.
"Uhnnn…" I mumbled as Yellowfang prodded me in the side with her paw.
"Your leg bothering you again?" she asked, her golden eyes burning into me.
"I'm fine," I said and crawled to my paws. "I'm just perfect."
"Okay." She didn't exactly sound like it was okay, though. She never believed me, and why should she? I was lying to her after all. I felt like a badger had picked me up and slung me against a tree. (A/N: oh, the irony).
The day drug by, crawling along extra slow for me because my leg was acting up yet again, hurting no matter what I did. I had to do something but what could I do? Poppy seeds only helped so much. Even if I chewed poppy seeds day and night the pain wouldn't stop. I needed something stronger.
Catmint.
Perfect.
I padded along quietly to the edge of a random twoleg fence, trying not to make too much noise, which was not an easy feat, considering my (you guessed it!) leg. StarClan knows, I was so tired of that leg. Always. Getting. In. My. Way.
I gritted my teeth and jumped up onto the fence, slipping, the back end of me getting weighed down and falling. I felt my fur scrape against the wood and I let out a yowl, but sank my claws down into the fence anyway. I pulled myself up, inch by inch by my front claws till I was safely on top, balancing, waiting, breathing rapidly, raggedly.
I looked over into the twoleg garden, scanning it for catmint and hoping that nothing had heard me.
There was nothing though, so I moved farther down the fence, wobbling and shaking like the mouse-brain I was.
At long last, I found a garden full of catmint, it's gorgeous green leaves looking fresh and ready to be picked. I tried to leap down, but landed unsuccessfully on my back in a patch of sharp stickers that tore at my soft grey fur, still fluffed up from kit-hood. They tore into my skin and I felt blood come out, but not enough to worry me. I could just press some cobwebs on it when on my way back.
I started to pluck catmint, going for the ripest and newest looking bits of it till I heard a dog from inside the twoleg's den start yapping, upon which I frantically started tearing off the catmint. I sprinted over to the fence, which looked even higher from this side. I braced myself and jumped, just barely making it up there, but ripping my wounds on my back open even further.
Great, I remember thinking. Just great.
I hopped down and ran (well, kind of; it was my version of running, okay?) back to camp.
The catmint was still clamped tightly in my mouth.
Safe.
…
I stopped right before I got back and chewed up once of the catmint leaves, savoring the taste, feeling it instantly make my leg loosen up and the pain ebb away enough where it was bearable. Present, yes. It would forever be present. But at least now it was bearable.
I decided I could just tell Yellowfang I had gone for a walk to make my leg muscles less tight and had gotten caught in some brambles (not really a lie, was it?) and she could get me some cobwebs.
I came up to the large rock I knew was the medicine den on the other side and dug a small hole, lined it with moss that was lying about, and put my catmint safely in the hole. I covered it with leaves. Maybe it'd be safe there.
…
When I burst through the trees behind my medicine den where Yellowfang kept all her herbs and bundles of dried leaves, I noticed a few different things, all at once.
The air was tense and heavy in the medicine clearing.
Yellowfang wasn't there.
A pile of leaves was scattered on the floor, left haphazardly behind by my mentor.
And I heard a loud tumultuous noise from outside the den.
ThunderClan was in the midst of battle.
A/N: Well, that turned out nicely:) if I say so myself.
So I honestly was not planning on giving Cinderpelt an addiction to catmint, but I guess I just did haha. What do you think? I have to make this different from the books in some way. Fireheart didn't know everything that was going on with Cinderpelt, I guess.
Also, guess which battle's just started? It may have something to do with a certain Tigerclaw trying to take over.
What do you think about having some one-sided CinderXFire in this fic? I'm thinking yes.
Also what about doing a chap dedicated to the medicine cat ceremony?
Anywhooo. Reviews;
-AnonyMOUSE : Your penname made me laugh.
Why have a one-shot when I'm considering turning this fic into a semi-almost-kinda-sorta one-sided type CinderXFire thing?
And I looked up Spottedleaf's honest answer and couldn't find anything. Can you give me link or something? It is a story, right?
-Pencil37: Oh, definitely. Being Yellowfang's apprentice took Cinderpelt from excited, happy kit to serious and great medicine cat whose personality was very similar to Yellowfang's.
-LightningstormZero: Thank you!
-Shimmertail: Mine, too! That chap. was sooo emotional and I think it really matured Cinderpelt to the point of her going from care-free and light-hearted to having a much darker personality and like I said to Pencil37 kind of adopting Yellowfang's personality.
-Meiveva Sirenice: Thank you, I tried hard to and I'm very glad that I lived up to expectations and captured it well.
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