Trail Of Herbs (Open)

[Seeing as we had a bit of a dispute, let's start over =)]

Cloudspot laid down, his shoulder burned, but he chose to ignore it for the good of the clan. But maybe that sour spot was just a way of telling himself no. That's all there had been in his previous life. Scratches and burns were nothing where he came from, it was either death, or life. But now that he was a clan cat, tings were changing drastically. He still didn't trust any of the clanners including those in his own clan. But he was adjusting at least...
He had made peace with his leader as well as the queen named Secretwish. but recently, they had been joined by another. A she-cat of course it had to be. Sometimes he felt like a needle in a haystack.
But they had a medicine cat now. Joyous.
His nose wrinkled as the heather dangling just above him swayed to tickle his seashell colored nose. He gave a violent sneeze, it's sweet fragrance washing his senses.
His tail lashed, and he shook his head, his black and blue eye swaying in a blur. He was almost half blind, he had a cataract in his right eye. No one else knew besides him and possibly his god forsaken mother.
With a simple mutter, he got up and walked to the towering willow. His navy eyes were dark against the light green shades. It was one of the few trees he knew of in the plains of Swiftclan. It seemed to whisper words of wisdom, his eyes closing.
SNAP
His eyes shot open and he looked down; just a twig.
Who's there?
He looked around, the silhouette of a cat making his ears lay back.
No, Cloudspot! You a deputy, be a deputy.
"Cloudspot." He barked out in a deep but lcear voice.

(OGod, why? I mean, tell me about it, I've had so much! )

He cringed, "Sharp words." He muttered. He heard her accuse him of killing.
Murderer?
He tilted his head, confusion and maybe surprise flashing across his face. Cloudspot smirked then, he coukd play along. Taking on a deep, rumbling, thunderous voice, he bellowed to her his 'plans'. "A murderer? I'd say more or less I'm a cleaner. I cleanse the world of weaklings." He sat down neatly, masking his face witg malice that his rogue teacher had taught him to do many times over. Intimidating the enemy was the first way into an attacker's core. But this was just for show, not battle.
"And as to why I am here? I'm sure you can answer that." He said giving her a sideways glance, blue eyes flashing as if they would strike out.
Cloudspot licked his claws for good measure.

( Geo is easy for me, memorize a lot. But for me it's Algebra I. @n@, so hard, she gives HW to us every night! Language Arts is ok, but we have like 2 book reports in one week, I can't keep up.)

Cloudspot tried super hard to keep his poker face., but it was just too hard. He let out a snort, then a chuckle. He was soon buckling over with laughter. He spread his front legs to keep himself stable, otherwise, he'd be on the ground in a fit. He lashed his tail, keeling over with gigles and hisses of enjoyment.
The whole display was what got him, this she-cat was a real joker, a real shenanigan from the start, a weak link. But of course, she was the medicine cat, Swiftbear as he recalled.
"Y-You," His breathing was heavy as he stuttered through words, "Y-You really thought," He gave a wheeze, "That I was gonna." another fit of giggles.
He stood up, tumbling over his paws as he struggled to regain his sophistication. "Woo! That was great." He said, shaking himself a good one.

"Swiftbear, pay no mind to him." Battlestar stretched, giving off a big yawn before stalking out of the near by shrubbery. "He tends to play with your mentality if he can. He picked it up from his rouge life." She yawned again, her pelt was warm from her catnapping in the warm moorland sun. She sat down and rasped at her paw before bringing it over her ear and repeated this action multiple times. She was rather calm compared to her normal attitude, she was always like this right after she woke up though.

The brown she-cat chuckled "Sure, whatever you say Spot" She enjoyed teasing him sometimes. Especially when he was like this "You may want you compose yourself Deputy, you're acting like a spoiled kit" She merrowed as she got up and padded lightly back to her nice, cool den back at camp. Even though she loved how the sun felt it was probably best she slept at camp and not out in the territory.

"Don't think of it as playing, more like a joke. You did after all, bring it upon yourself. You accused me of murder." He said giving her piercing glance.
"Or have you forgotten." He lashed his tail, watching as she changed the subject to healing. "Um, no. I'm fine." He said his pelt growing warm. Cloudspot, the fierce deputy, was not fond of being touched, nonetheless by a she-cat. The tom didn't trust them easily. He planted his paws, not going anywhere.

Cloudspot was slightly unsettled, it wasn't that he had no reason to dislike others, it was just the way he was raised. He shook his head, glancing at his shoulder, "First of all, it's not a burn, it's just a cut, nothing too bad. So aloe wouldn't be so appropriate for a cut. I got in a scrabble with some rogues while trying to recruit members." He explained, trying hard to keep his cool.
With a master poker face he stepped up, taking a step back.

[Rushing]

He gave an amused twitch and a snort, "Sweetheart, you put me out, you have no deputy. Plus, back where I come from, We didn't have herbs. It was just dirt and air." Cloudspot comled through, turning his upper body to show his scratch. It was not like he was going to die. It ached, but it was nothing he couldn't comply with.
The deputy, with a smug look, looked over, pulling his body away before being touched. "But first, I wanna here an apology. Murder is a serious case, accusing your colleague is not going to go unheard of." He said staying put.

He was disappointed to say the least, yet satisfied by his results. He watched her throw a fit, throw a desperate comeback at him just as the evidence rolled from her eyes. Cloudspot gave an exasperated sigh, she was overreacting. Like a lot of cats he'd seen over the years. His mentor too, had a bad habit of taking things literally instead of their actual meaning. Cloudspot understood, he'd had a harsh life that went from fox dung, to mouse bile, then to feathers, then down to carrion. Right now, it was about in the range of tainted water, teasing you and beckonng you to drink, but as soon as you did, you were a dead man.
The clans had taught him good morals, to help one another, even if it seemed they didn't need it. He watched her take off like lightning, flashing across the ssky with a burst, then vanishing just as quickly. The white deputy looked at his shoulder. It smelled alright, givig it a few licks and a cringe as small shots of pain passed through. With another quick and possibly reckless decision, he followed after her.
It was instinct, after all, to follow a fellow someone in need. Cloudspot had been there before, and would no doubt, end up there again in a good bout of time. He took off at a quivk trot, the day was pretty to say the least. A cool breeze, warm sun, sweet scents and fragrances of heather and barley.
Crack.
His ears perked, it was a sound he was all too familiar with, the sound of an unstable branch. And no doubt his medicine cat was on it. In a dash, he ran over to her side, he was late, she had fallen. Her face was wet with more tears and he could see her tense body. Being a good cat, he sat next to her, looking over her with blue eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked with a sincere aand gnuine concern. Even if se did get on his nerves, she was a clan mate and an important one no doubt whatsoever.