The twelve chappie; I hope you guys like it! Before we start, I like to thank all my reviewers for their ideas and advice. *hands out special Blanc cookies* However, the plushie goes to… Ajedi32! Thanks!
Over the course of the next few days, Ashespaw recovered remarkably well, but his restlessness grew too. Despite of her success in healing him, Brookstream was now longing for him to scat and leave her alone of his constant whining and sighing. She could have felt pity for the young fox, but the memories of snapping teeth and malicious amber eyes still floated in her mind whenever she caught sight of him. Supressing a shudder, she went over and sniffed Ashespaw's wound, gently prodding it with her nose.
"Hey, wotch et, 'ould ye?" Ashespaw growled. Brookstream sighed and took a step back.
"Well, good news for both of us. You can go out now. Just come back for the next few sunrises for a bit of herbs and whatnot." Ashespaw blinked.
"Really? " Ashespaw stood up, his eyes sparkling.
Brookstream's tail flicked in slight amusement. "It's not every day I tell a wounded creature that they're healed." But Ashespaw had already hurtled out of the den before she even finished speaking. Sighing, Brookstream collected the fluttering herbs as the apprentice sped by without another word.
Apprentices will be apprentices… and a fox will be a fox, Brookstream thought.
Ashespaw didn't stop until he reached the apprentices' den. "Fahnpaw! Tineepaw!" When nobody responded back, he pushed through the brambles. Gingerpaw was talking to Fawnpaw in a low voice while Tinypaw bristled.
"She doesn't want to go hunting with you, so quit it!" Tinypaw meowed hotly.
"Yeah," Fawnpaw hissed, glaring at Gingerpaw.
"Hey, with that fox gone, you can hang around with me," Gingerpaw coaxed smoothly, his back turned to Ashespaw.
"Ahm not gone, at lest nut yet," Ashespaw said loudly. Gingerpaw jumped and turned around.
"Well, if it isn't the kit killer," Gingerpaw sneered, and shoved Ashespaw out of the way before he could retort. "I'll be surprise if my mentor will ever look to you as a son anymore." Ashespaw shook his red pelt, glaring at Gingerpaw's retreating figure. He turned to his two friends, his mood slightly dampened.
Asshespaw grinned at them, flashing two rows of sharp teeth. "That ol' medicen cat let meh out." Tinypaw flinched.
"That's nice," Fawnpaw said softly. Tinypaw shuffled his paws, avoding Ashespaw's gaze. The red-furred apprentice finally noticed their awkwardness. "Wot's wrong?"
Tinypaw finally stopped studying his paws. ""Everyone is tolding us to stop hanging with around you." Fawnpaw sighed.
"Tinypaw, it's "everyone keeps telling us to stop hanging around with you,'" Fawnpaw corrected him.
"How should I know?"
"Because it's just proper!"
Ashespaw shook his head. "But ets always been like dat. Dey always tell ye te leave meh ahlone." Fawnpaw took a step up to Ashespaw, her blue eyes wide and pleading.
"Please, Ashespaw, try to understand. It's different now, and—"
"Because Ahm ah keeler naho?" Ashespaw hissed, trying to keep his outrage under control. "I thought ye were mah friends!"
Fawnpaw gave a small gulp, and he realized that she was trying not to cry. "We still are, Ashespaw!" Tinypaw nodded fervently, but Ashespaw had already stalked away. Fawnpaw shuddered, biting her lip, and Tinypaw flicked his tail over her shoulder gently.
Methinks I just made Fawnpaw and Tinypaw lose all the potential fans they had. ^^ Short chappie cuz I'm too lazy to write more.