One of Those Things [O]

[Grady]

The afternoon sun was high in the sky, and yet, Murkyheart could not feel more melancholy. He was one of the few cats who had not yet left the clan at all that day - just him, some of the queens, who were basking in the pale autumn light, their kits, and the elders. Warriors- his old den-mates, milled about on their own business, visiting mates - but they would always leave to go out patrolling, or hunting, or training.

Murkyheart, on the other hand, was not having a good day. His mood was in tact, even if he felt a little more down than usual. It was his leg that was the real bother. He could tell it was going to rain soon, within the next few days, at least - and not because of a greater communication with Starclan.

His leg was killing him today. Just to limp his way across the main camp to grab himself a mid-day snack caused him to wince and grumble. The poppy seeds he had lapped up took off the worst of the edge - but it was plain to see he was not going to get around much today. And truth be told, he was a little...bored. You could only do as your told and sort through the stock stores so many times...

[Lovesong]

Lovesong was just done finishing her herbs and saw murkyheart. She watched him closely. He souldnt be on that leg if it kills him so much.. she thought as her blue eyes watched the warrior. She let out a sigh and hated to see this cat in pain.She hated it when she saw any cat in pain. She wanted to help him but she didnt want to bother the tom. Yet she didnt want to just stand by and see him hurt. She then felt her legs leading herself out of her dne and quickly padded up to murkyheart.

"Is their anthing that you need Murkyheart? You really shouldnt be on that leg and rest till it gets better..."

Her eyes were coulded with worry and just wanted him to rest. Yet she new the cat didnt have to listen to her but she always knew what was best for cats who were inujured or even sick. She was the medicine cat. Would you want to argue with a medicine cat? At all?