Post by lionclaw on Sept 30, 2015 14:28:41 GMT -5
Lionclaw pushed his large body into the medicine den amd felt the soothing smell of medical herbs flow over him. The call of healing never came to him but he protected the cats with claws and fangs. He smiled and picked out the smell of Mint. He loved that smell ever since he was a kit and had fell in a large amount of it. He remembered how safe and cool it made him feel. The sharp smell reminded him of pure snow and sharp air. He loved leaf bare where the snow was deep, taking the kits out of the camp to show them the white powder that covered the entire forest. How a single flake alone was nothing but grouped together was able to do something amazing. He pointed that out to give them a taste of what clan loyalty was about. He remembered the dark reason he had come to see the Medicine cat. Despair entered his heart that he wouldn't be able to get any advice from Starclan but he hadn't asked yet.
He could smell Tigerstep and cleared his throat to get the healers attention. Lionclaw liked the Medicine cat and at one point followed him around hoping to be his apprentice but the call of the forest kept luring him away from herbs and to the battlefield. He admired the cats patience with him while he discovered his true path. But now he feared that path, he feared where his claws would go. Images of Emberstrike or Spottedpaw hurt because of his blood lust entered his mind and that alone was enough to move forward. He would not become a monster that the clans whispered about to bad kits. How Lionclaw would satisfy his blood lust on naughty kits moons and moons from now. He had to have an answer. "Tigerstep...are you busy? I need Starclans guidance."
He could smell Tigerstep and cleared his throat to get the healers attention. Lionclaw liked the Medicine cat and at one point followed him around hoping to be his apprentice but the call of the forest kept luring him away from herbs and to the battlefield. He admired the cats patience with him while he discovered his true path. But now he feared that path, he feared where his claws would go. Images of Emberstrike or Spottedpaw hurt because of his blood lust entered his mind and that alone was enough to move forward. He would not become a monster that the clans whispered about to bad kits. How Lionclaw would satisfy his blood lust on naughty kits moons and moons from now. He had to have an answer. "Tigerstep...are you busy? I need Starclans guidance."