Recovery

Honeyblossom was not having a good day. Well, in her eyes. There were many different cats to tend to, which she generally didn't mind; since it was her duty. But when half of them were wittering on to her about this and that, she just couldn't stand it. She liked her patients to be silent and tolerant, and today nearly all of her visitors had been neither of these. To top it all off, there was a small Apprentice, who she feared was dangerous, asleep in her Den. She glared at the sleeping Gustpaw once more before turning towards the paw steps that were slowly growing louder as Cloudpaw, Gustpaw's brother, came stumbling into the Medicine Den, his eyes wide with worry, and his feet constantly tripping over themselves as he made his way over to his sister. Honeyblossom held back an irritable growl, and switched her stone-cold gaze to the new arrival.

"What do you want, little fur ball? I'm busy," Honeyblossom snapped, flicking her golden tail impatiently as she stalked over the piles of herbs stacked neatly in a corner of the cavern. Cloudpaw skidded back a couple of steps, his blue eyes now as wide and glowing as the sun, which was blinking solemnly outside. Honeyblossom grumbled and waved a paw in dismissence, as if to say she didn't really care. Cloudpaw shot a last anxious glance at the heartless Medicine Cat before collapsing my Gustpaw's side, laying his head on her back.

"Oh, it's my entire fault!" he wailed, closing his eyes in shame, "I should have gone into the battle to find Cinderpaw," he kept his eyes closed, feeling his sister's shaky breathing. A sharp tone cut the guilty silence:

"Shut your jaw, mouse brain, she'll be fine!" Honeyblossom snarled, turning to glower at Cloudpaw. His white patched fur stood on end as he tried to avoid her terrifying stare. He nodded briefly and lifted himself off his sister, who rolled over and batted at the air, her eyes still closed. Cloudpaw watched, hopping from foot to foot, as Gustpaw's eyes slowly flickered open. Bright green eyes scanned the area around her, and Gustpaw rolled over onto her belly slowly, groaning in pain as she shook her paw grimly. Cloudpaw leapt in leapt in the air, turning in circles in his glee.

"You're awake! Oh I was so worried, you have no idea!" Cloudpaw exclaimed, leaping in circles around his sister, who was struggling to her feet. She turned around in a circle shakily and nodded at her brother.

"I'm fine really, you didn't need to worry," Gustpaw mumbled, taking another wary step forward before turning her nervous green gaze to Honeyblossom, who was glaring in her general direction.

"Go; come back if you have problems. Just don't do any rigorous exercise for a few sunrises," Honeyblossom explained, her voice an emotionless monotone. She turned away from the two Apprentices and back to her piles of herbs. Cloudpaw shot an unsure glance at his sister before bouncing to the entrance, waiting for Gustpaw to follow slowly after him, who placed each paw firmly on the ground before continuing. She didn't want the embarrassment of collapsing, nor did she want to spend any longer in a Den with the hot-tempered Honeyblossom. She eventually caught up with Cloudpaw, and the two siblings padded over to the fresh-kill pile, which was topped up with a few fresh rabbits. Cloupaw grabbed one and signalled for Gustpaw to share with him. She nodded wearily and plopped down on the ground next to her brother.

"Was Cinderpaw alright?" Gustpaw asked, her mind flickering to the image of her terrified sister cowering in the tunnel.

"Yes, she was pretty much unscathed. She said you really gave that RiverClan apprentice the what-for!" Cloudpaw eyes lit up at the idea of a fight as he said this, his tail twitching in excitement. Gustpaw shook her head and sighed before bending down to take small bite of the rabbit, feeling subdued after the fight. The weather too, had died down considerably. The occasional cloud dotted the sky but there was no wind at all, which was unusual. The Camp was almost empty, with only Jaggedstep chatting to his old apprentice Duskfang, the two warriors' dark pelts matching the tears of mud that were still smeared across the ground. Gustpaw laid her head on her paws as Cloudpaw finished up the rabbit without even asking if Gustpaw had eaten enough. He had been so worried about her, but Gustpaw was convinced it was only because it was his fault, and if she hadn't survived, he would have been riddled with guilt for the rest of his life. Cloudpaw may be her brother, but sometimes she wondered just how much he really cared.

Cinderpaw came hurtling down the hill and into the Camp, Dawnsong trotting calmly behind her. Cinderpaw had a rabbit hanging from her jaws, and she skidded to a halt just in front of her siblings, bouncing up and down on the spot, dropping the rabbit at her feet to speak.

"Look! Look! I caught a rabbit! My first ever rabbit! I did all on my own!" She exclaimed, her light green eyes almost popping out of their sockets they were so wide with exhilaration, her fur puffed out with pride. Cloudpaw leapt to his feet to lick his sister's cheek in congratulations, but Gustpaw didn't think she could manage getting to her feet so she nodded in approval and mewed a fairly enthusiastic 'well done'. Cloudpaw wasn't that excited when she caught her first rabbit. She shook it off; why did it matter what her brother thought? It wasn't like she had anything to prove to him. She huffed, pulling herself to her feet before stalking out of camp, leaving her littermates to tumble around in joy.

Gustpaw huffed; it wasn't fair, she had saved her sister's life, and she didn't even get a thank you? No else had even cared about her bravery, only Cloudpaw. But that was only because he felt bad about losing Cinderpaw. She stalked further way from camp, grumbling all the way. She paused when the camp was out of sight. She decided to catch a rabbit, which any supervision, and see just how proud her litter-mates were then. She lifted her head, opening her mouth slightly, catching the scent of a rabbit, just over the top of a near-by hill. She slunk over the hill, and paused, lower herself closer to the ground as she spotted the rabbit, chewing grass unaware of the approaching predator. Gustpaw sprung forward, claws outstretched, and landed on thin air, landing on the ground in a heap, flopping onto her side. She growled in frustration as the rabbit retreated into a nearby warren. She stood up fully, glaring at the sky in frustration. She lashed her tail, anger building inside her. The wind picked up suddenly, in short bursts as she lashed her tail from side to side. She paused, her expression changing to a look of confusion. The wind dropped. She flicked her tail down again, and wind blew sharply across her face. She flicked her tail in another direction, and the wind suddenly changed. She turned in a circle, her jaw hanging open with this sudden revelation. She bunched her haunches, and leapt forward, paws flailing and tail spinning, and wind propelled her forward, and she landed with a thump several fox-lengths from her original spot.

"I can control the wind," she muttered to herself, standing completely still as she brought her tail down and the wind to a stop. She pricked up her ears and turned in a circle.

"I can control the wind!" She exclaimed, bounding across the moors, flicking her tail, concentrating as she tried to make the wind follow her. She lashed her tail in the wrong direction and the wind hit her straight in the side, and she went toppling over, rolling over onto her belly. She picked herself back up again quickly, her eyes bright, her mind almost erased of her injured and she bounced make to Camp, purring all the while. Think of what she could do now! There was no way she could be ignored... but she had to practise; prove she could control something so significant that their Clan was named after it.

All thoughts of rabbits abandoned, Gustpaw arrived back at camp, far more cheerful than before.

The clouds from before seem to have been blown away, leaving a spotless blue sky.

Ahaha! I did it again! I poofed! But, have no fear, I returned, and look, excitement, the basis of the plot is finally coming to life. I was only making subtle hints to the fact Gustpaw could control the wind before but now it is fully realised.

Mwahaha. Ha. Review and receive a blue sky. Well, a painting of one, and the good Karma that may just give you a nice cloudless day. :3