[shall]/i/.train.?

[[.F.]light]

+His eyes narrowed as he watched the warrior+

"Do you have to be that hard!?"
Flighfoot let out a soft hiss, "Would it be better if I did it softer and you loose a lot more blood?" He set his paw down. Grabbing a few marigold leaves in his mouth he chewed them up and then patted it all over the neck wound. "I want you to stay here for a few days so I can watch over this neck wound, is there any other place I should look at?" he asked holding up two juniper berries. They would surely help his breathing.

[keestaa..]

Brokensoul spat and glared at the den with angry eyes. "A few days!?"he exclaimed. He was feeling grumpy right now. Who wouldn't? "Just pain,"he growled. His dark forest green eyes peered over to look at Brightflame and his angry eyes became soft and he leaned over to lick her ear. He then looked back at Flightfoot. "I will sleep in the den only if Brightflame will be with me,"he meowed in a more softer tone.

[siberiantiger]

Brightflame smiled and gave Brokensoul a lick in return. She nodded her thanks to Crescentpaw. She gazed at Brokensoul again. She could not imagine not being with him for even a moment after today. She tipped her head to one side, but then flinched when her neck stung. She clenched her teeth together. She took a deep breath, ignoring the pain. She blinked open her eyes to gaze back at Brokensoul again. "Of course I will stay with you," she mewed, smiling.

[keestaa..]

Brokensoul stared back at Brightflame for the longest moment with soft loving eyes. But it was when Crescentpaw spoke that he thought his life was saved.

Crescentpaw knew very well that the two loved eachother very much. He could see how Brokensoul looked when he stared back at her and he could see how Brightflame looked back at Brokensoul. His face turned soft and he looked back at his mentor, "Flightfoot, I actually think that Brightflame should stay in the Medicine Cat den for over night at the least. Her wounds are deep and if she made a wrong move they could possibly be fatel, especially the neck wound,"he meowed.

[siberiantiger]

Brightflame smiled. She knew that her wound potentially being fatal should have been bad news to her, but it brought music to her ears. It meant that she could stay with Brokensoul. She leaned closer to Brokensoul and purred in his ear. Then she looked up at Flightfoot and waited for the medicine cat to speak. Could he object to what Crescentpaw had said?

[[.F.]light]

+Flightfoot nodded his head at Brokensoul's answer+

"A few days!?"
"Just pain,"
"I will sleep in the den only if Brightflame will be with me,"
"Of course I will stay with you,"
"Flightfoot, I actually think that Brightflame should stay in the Medicine Cat den for over night at the least. Her wounds are deep and if she made a wrong move they could possibly be fatel, especially the neck wound,"
Flightfoot's ears twitched a few times before he said anything. "Your right Crescentpaw, Brightflame stays as well, but for your pain let's wait a bit before I give you any more poppy seeds," he meowed flicking his tail. Flightfoot went back to his stock of herbs and neatened each little pile of herbs. He set the yarrow into more than one little pile since he had collected so much of it.

[keestaa..]

Sea green eyes caught forest green eyes for a split second and a smile reached across each of the faces but the forest green eyed face turned to look at his beloved and smiled ever so softly. "My dear, do you need help walking in? I'm sure I could help and if not, Crescentpaw looks like he could help as well,"he whispered in her ear and then licked it.

The sea green eyed face, on the other hand, eyed what his mentor was doing and made a mental note to always be organized like him. He smiled and looked back at Brightflame and Brokensoul.

[siberiantiger]

"Oh, don't worry." mewed Brightflame as she gave his cheek a lick. "I'll be fine." she mewed. "Where do we stay?" the warrior asked, looking around. She had not been to the medicine cat's den lately. She felt embarassed as she peered around her surroundings. She limped over to Brokensoul and pressed her flank against his.

[keestaa..]

Brokensoul's dark green eyes were shadowed in thought of what he would do with Orchidpaw. She would need training and he couldn't provide her with that at this time before of his recovery. He didn't want to just lay there in a cramped den forever. He sighed and nuzzled Brightflame's cheek. "Follow me,"he purred and began to softly pad into the Medicine Cat den. It was large but not too large and the only light that flitered into the den was the light that came from outside, making the den not exactly bright and cheerful. Brokensoul chose a large nest in the corner of the den, far away from the herbs and where the Medicine cat would sleep. He laid down and made himself comfortable before flicking his tail for his mate to follow.

[siberiantiger]

Brightflame padded after the tabby. She curled up in the nest next to Brokensoul, wrapping her fluffy tail around him. She licked his cheek and purred. Her shoulder stung, but she did not pay attention to it. Right now, she was too happy to be in major pain. She was with Brokensoul. She smiled.
The ginger she-cat closed her eyes. When her and Brokensoul were healed, they would go for a hunt again, running through WindClan's fields together. She could almost picture it now. The wind would be singing their names, while the flowers danced under the warm sun.
Brightflame opened her eyes, then gazed into Brokensoul's. "I love you," she whispered again, and buried her muzzle in his shoulder.

[keestaa..]

All Brokensoul wanted to do was sleep. He wanted to sleep forever there next to Brightflame. Her body was warmed him and her bright green eyes comforted him as he stared into them when they shot opened. He knew what she had been thinking about. Being able to run through the open plains of WindClan territory. To be able to show how much he loved Brightflame in peace and quiet. To be able to get away from the Clans which was always what he loved to do. All those things had one thing in common. Being alone with someone. He had always be alone but not with someone, especially not a beautiful she-cat like Brightflame. His mate and true love.

When she whispered, her voice was so soft that if she kept talking then Brokensoul would just fall into deep sleep. He blinked a few times when he felt her muzzle in his shoulder and leaned over to lick her face softly. "I love you, too, my love,"he whispered in a purr. He closed his eyes and pressed her face even harder against himself and began to rub his head against the side of her head.

[siberiantiger]

Brightflame purred softly. She could not beleive that someone would love her. She had been a kittypet, and that had always ruined her reputation. But Brokensoul was different. He had experienced the same feelings as she. Now she knew that she was not alone. She was not the only one. She leaned against Brokensoul, then closed her eyes. She was tired. If she ever wanted to recover and go out running through the fields with Brokensoul, she would have to sleep. She yawned. Then, slowly, she drifted off into sleep.

[keestaa..]

Tiredness swept over Brokensoul as he rubbed against Brightflame until he was sure she was asleep. His dark forest green eyes closed and his head dropped next to Brightflame's head so they were touching. He licked her nose and mumbled a goodnight before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

[[.F.]light]

+He moved his paw swiftly as he prepared for the treatment for the next day.+

Flightfoot let out a small sigh as he seperated the treatment. Poppy seeds, marigold, and maybe cobwebs if needed were in two piles, one for Brokensoul and the other for Brightflame. Just to make sure the two were okay he got up and trotted over to where the two cats were sleeping. He was keeping a good distance away from them. A small smile spread across his muzzle seeing the two so close to eachother. It looked like they were sleeping peacefully so he turned and went back to his nest. "Crescentpaw, we'll resume your lessons tomorrow, or even now if you wish," he was hoping for the apprentice to say tomorrow so they would disturb the sleeping cats.

[keestaa..]

Crescentpaw padded slowly back into the Medicine Cat's den behind Flightfoot, slipped in the entrance, and sat in the shadows of the den. The sun had setted behind the trees and dusk had washed over the Clan. Crescentpaw watched Flightfoot as he organized the piles of herbs with interested eyes. How organized Flightfoot was! Crescentpaw decided he wanted to be just like him when he got older.

When Flightfoot spoke the tabby tom looked over at the sleeping cats and then back at Flightfoot. "I think it would be good it we let them sleep and,"-he yawned-"I'm getting a bit tired myself." He looked at his nest for a second but then his gaze went back to Flightfoot.