Warrior Cats Roleplay with Zoketi [Private]

[Iri]

[That's okay, me too. Let's call it a night. Good night! It's fun roleplaying with you.]

Lilykit nodded obediently. She was awkward, strange, clumsy, shy, but she was definitely obedient. A simple rule and she would follow it.
She studied the seeds and a few of the berries, some of the roots and leaves and grasses. She found them all quite interesting, and how a simple cobweb could help stop bleeding and how a few seeds could help a cat sleep.
She was fascinated; well, she had always been fascinated with herbs. It was so interesting how rush could bind a broken limb or how sticks were used to help kitting queens. Some of the plants had to be made into poultices, but some a cat just had to squeeze juice from the roots or leaves.
Even though she was still a kit, a young kit at that, not even half the age to become an apprentice, just by studying the herbs and being able to learn about them fascinated her to no end. She started to feel the small urge to become a medicine cat sparking inside of her.

[Zoketi]

[ Quick, short last post. Yay! You too! c: Night~ ]

The thick-furred tom let his gaze rest calmly on the kit as she gazed over his stores, curiosity evident in her light blue eyes. He stayed quiet for the moment, simply letting her observe. If she raised a question he'd gladly answer, but he wanted to let her just take it all in first. Bluestrike lay back down on his side, reclining in the comforting shade of his den. He spent a lot of time in here, especially during green-leaf, when his thick pelt made it harder for him to go about under the burning sun. Some days he never left the den.

[Iri]

[So Bluestrike is sort of brusque to the warriors, right? Just from what I can tell. Then again, no one can blame him if they spread rumours about him and call him Half-Clan. XD]

Lilykit observed the herbs for a while and then sat down. She narrowed her eyes curiously at a bunch of small seeds that were off to the side. She wondered why they were separated from all the other herbs; were they dangerous? She tilted her head and pointed her little tail at the seeds.
"What are those?" she queried.
They were foxglove, seeds that treated the heart, but were also dangerous because they could easily cause heart failure. But she didn't know that; maybe if they were dangerous like she predicted, that's why he didn't want her to touch any of the herbs. She felt like he at least was kind to kits; she had never, ever seen him snap at a kit, and even if they deserved a scolding for messing up his herbs or something like that, he would just give them a light rebuke.
She liked that about him; he may have sort of a hard exterior, but he was nice to kits, and ones who treated him right; very few cats at that.

[Shall we add a plot twist or something? Like Littlekit or someone gets kit-napped by another Clan or there's a flood, etc? And sorry, I'm just sort of writing out her thoughts and stuff. She's quite fond of Bluestrike, probably because she can relate to him really well. XD]

[Zoketi]

[Yeah. cx And sure; I like the sound of a flood. Don't worry, thoughts are great! :3]

The tom never let his eyes stray too far from the kit, for although he trusted her to keep her paws back he was in a habit of watching young cats around his herbs--having heard tales of bad experiences. Luckily, he'd never had to endure the guilt of having a youngster die or become sick while under his watch. As Lilykit spotted out the small store of foxglove, his ears twitched and he tipped his head down to better face her. "Foxglove seeds. Though they can aide a cat, they can also easily cause death." he murmured, glancing towards the pile of little black seeds. He straightened up and breathed out a huff of air from his jaws. "Many of the herbs here can be dangerous if taken the wrong way." he added, lifting his gaze up to the sky peeking through the gorse of his den.

[Iri]

Lilykit nodded. "Oh," she mewed quietly. She wasn't necessarily afraid of the seeds. Now that she knew to not touch a seed she didn't know about, or to always ask the difference between two similar-looking seeds like poppy and foxglove, she wasn't scared of it. But what did concern her was Littlekit and the other kits. She loved her sister very much, and the two were quite close, both being similar in appearance, personality, and dare she say, size.
But even though she had to occasionally convince herself that she didn't hate Fogkit, Shrewkit, or Sparrowkit, she did love Sparrowkit despite all the mean remarks he made to her. And even though Fogkit and Shrewkit were not kin, it would kill her to realize that one of the kits had gotten ill, or worse, died, because she hadn't warned them about the seeds.
She had a strange feeling of guilt if something ever happened to the kits, even if it was something subtle like a scratch or a slightly sprained paw or a head that had been hit. That didn't mean she went around blaming herself for things left and right, but she did occasionally get the feeling that she could have stopped a kit from getting hurt, like if she had warned them not to play by the stinging nettle patch, or if she had told them it might have been dangerous to be fighting with claws out.
But as she studied more of the herbs, being careful not to trip and scatter them by mistake or something, she wondered: Would I ever be good enough for Bluestrike's apprentice? I might be too young to think about that... but Sparrowkit is always saying how he wished Bramblestripe would be his mentor. And we're all about the same ages...
For one, Bramblestripe was the father of his friends, Shrewkit and Fogkit, of course he'd want his friends' father to be his mentor. And two, Bramblestripe was quite a strong, powerful warrior. She noticed that he was fairly popular among the Clan. Perhaps Sparrowkit thought that Bramblestripe could be his mentor, the brown tabby tom would make him a great and powerful warrior someday...
She snapped from her thoughts a little. "Bluestrike, I... I promise I wasn't eavesdropping or anything, but I overheard some of the elders speaking about kits being endangered by herbs. Is that true?" she asked.

[Shall we timeskip to just one hour later or so where Lilykit goes back to the nursery with Littlekit?
And that was one of the longest posts I've ever written in a roleplay in fanfiction-style. Mostly all the thoughts and stuff take it up [not completely just thoughts. But still]. And I regret nothing. Muahaha.
Also, let's not bother with elder names or whatnot.]

[Zoketi]

[Sure, I really don't care. And lol, it was nice. I've written some long ten-paragraph posts before, but I haven't had the muse for that in a bit. ouo]

The blue-grey tabby tilted his head back down, his pale gaze whisking past the kit and towards the little pile of seeds again. A silence descended, and the medicine cat was happy to let it happen. Lilykit seemed lost in thought, and he merely entertained himself with some of his own flickering thoughts. Most were about the kit herself and whether she'd be a fitting apprentice. Bluestrike wasn't in dire need of one, since he was still a fit tom in his prime. His own mentor, Seedwing, had passed a good while back, so he was used to working on his own. But help would certainly be welcome, and he liked what he saw of Lilykit. If she wanted the position, he'd be happy to give it to her.

For the most part he was just happy to have her here keeping him company. Although he'd never admit it, it did at times become lonesome in the den. He had only one remaining kin in the Clan, his brother Shadepelt, who was from a younger litter. His mother had died giving birth to Shadekit and Birchkit, and unfortunately both she and Birchkit had passed. His father had died just moons before that, leaving Bluestrike with only a little brother. Luckily the kit survived to warriorship. But still, he and Bluestrike weren't that close, so it wasn't often that they talked together without the company of others.

The tom's ear twitched when he heard Lilykit's voice. Shifting his paws into a more comfortable position, he gazed down at her. "Yes. There have been times when kits have eaten herbs they shouldn't have and gotten sick." He didn't mention that there had been kits who'd died, too, but he supposed she was smart and probably figured it out. He leaned up, sweeping his tail around himself.

[timeskip wheee]

[Iri]

Lilykit nodded. "Thanks, Bluestrike! It's late, I'll be going now. Thanks again!" She dipped her head politely and scampered out of the den. She felt much happier in the medicine den, but she felt slight dread at returning to the nursery. Oh, well, she might go back the next day just to ask for a tad bit more information, if he didn't mind.
She almost purred to herself. She admitted to herself that she did want to maybe, just maybe, be Bluestrike's apprentice. He was like a second father to her. Scorchblaze was always busy; he was hunting or patrolling or in a serious conversation with another warrior, so Bluestrike fell in like a father figure. He was fair and just, and he almost never seemed too busy to answer a quick question or to teach her the use of yarrow or tormentil, of course, unless he was treating a cat's wounds; which she'd never bother him during that anyway.
As she returned to the nursery, she sat by her sister. "Littlekit?" she mewed. "This probably seems like a strange question... But you respect the Warrior Code, right?" She looked awkward and nervous asking that.
Lilykit herself had always been quite compassionate of the Warrior Code. She was always reciting the rules of the Code every day, just to be sure that she wouldn't forget any rules. And due to her dislike of wars between Clans, that just made her even more devoted to the laws; she would much rather treat wounds or help a cat heal from an injury than fight with teeth and claws. She had never been into wrestling or play-fighting, or playing "The Battle Against ThunderClan" or whatnot.

[Yaaas, she is slowly realizing she wants to be a medicine cat. >=D]

[Zoketi]

[yayyy]

The medicine cat twitched an ear in goodbye and watched the kit vanish out into WindClan's camp. He settled down by the herb stores and tucked a stalk of celandine back into its crevice. He wrapped his tail over his paws and allowed himself a brief nap.

Littlekit had been sitting in the nest, watching a line of ants patter across the ground. The only other cat in the nursery was Dovetail, and the grey queen was sleeping--her kits outside playing with Sparrowkit. And Whitedeer was sharing tongues with her sister Softcloud in the clearing last time Littlekit had peeked out of the den. She was rather bored, but too lazy to go and actively find something to do. But it wasn't long before Lilykit returned. She pricked her ears as she heard pawsteps--soft, light steps--coming towards the nursery. When her sister entered she wasn't surprised. Immediately delighted, she scooted forwards and settled down next to Whitedeer's nest. Flicking her tail around Lilykit, she turned and tilted her head as her littermate spoke. It was a strange question. "Of course I do." she chirped softly, blinking at her sister. "Why'dya ask?" the kit scrunched her paws on the tufts of grass nearby, keeping her blue gaze trained on Lilykit. Her sister often had deep thoughts like these, but this just seemed a little odd for her to ask--after all, didn't it seem obvious that others would reply with a yes? She wondered what her sister had been doing in the medicine den.

[Iri]

"Just, the Warrior Code is a lot to bear. Not saying I'd ever turn against it," Lilykit murmured, her voice quiet, but still loud enough for her sister to hear. "Have you ever wondered if the Warrior Code is easier if you're a medicine cat?"
She knew she was being rather blunt and possibly sounded stupid. She did want to be a medicine cat, it had always been a goal for her, but she was too young to be thinking about that. Was she?
After all, it was Sparrowkit always blabbering about how he was hoping that Bramblestripe would be his mentor. Was it okay that she was thinking about becoming Bluestrike's apprentice? She noticed that he occasionally looked forlorn, like he wished he had his old mentor. Of course, she probably wasn't even born, but she had heard that his mentor died.
She did feel slight sympathy for Bluestrike, that he lost his mentor, but she did know he was smart, and above all, a good, loyal medicine cat. But if she were to become his apprentice, would that mean she could ever be as good as him?

[Zoketi]

The ginger-tailed kit's eyes stretched wide for a moment. The mention of a medicine cat was almost a confirmation to Littlekit's suspicions about her sister. Not that it was bad, of course. It almost excited her more. Flicking her tail, she gazed seriously at her sister. "I dunno...I mean, the rules still apply but I guess if you don't have to fight it's sort of easy...but then you can't have a mate or kits...and you don't have to do patrols either. And you can sort of have friends from other Clans--just the other medicine cats I guess." she finished, wrinkling her nose and taking in a great breath after that rush of words. Littlekit straightened and shifted her paws against herself.

"You want to be one, don't you?" she added in a softer tone, her eyes a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction. It'd be good for Lilykit, she thought. To not worry about fighting and hunting. Littlekit had a spirit for that sort of stuff, and she didn't care how small she was, but on the other paw Lilykit seemed too skittish to be able to deal with her small size holding her back. Perhaps life as a healer would suit the youngest kit better.