Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2015 19:25:46 GMT -6
Although Pudge's enthusiasm delighted Butler, he doubted she could be of much help now. He cast a wary gaze at Honeyleaf's stomach. She could go into labor at any second now. Unfortunately, Pudge would only serve to be in the way. Butler was about to tell her this, when his eye caught Patchpelt. He watched as the other tom approached the fresh-kill pile and realized he hadn't eaten since early this morning. Trying to work on an empty stomach was poor practice; he may very well collapse from fatigue during the kits' delivery.
"Actually, Pudge..." Butler said thoughtfully as he looked back to the apprentice. "You'd do well by hunting with Patchpelt. Discard the groundhog and opossum, then try to bring prey back for our new queen. She will need it."
The moss would have to wait. If Butler found he needed it, he'd borrow some from the warriors' nests. There wasn't time to collect fresh bedding before Honeyleaf went into labor; at least, Butler wasn't willing to risk it. His concerns now were solely on bringing this queen and her kits through the birthing process alive and well.
With this in mind, he quickly padded over to the leftovers of crow. He had observed Patchpelt keenly avoid the Groundhog and Opossum, and knew why immediately. Drawing closer, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. Despite his need to eat, Butler could not bring himself to have a healthy appetite. For one thing, he'd be eating in the proximity of these spoiled carcasses. Secondly, eating prey was disgusting. Butler preferred to eat the food in his twoleg nest and quite literally turned his nose up at any dead things the Clan offered him. There was no alternative for now, though. With the greatest disdain, Butler took forced, dainty bites of the crow. He overcame his gag reflex--a most undignified prospect--and swallowed down the remnants. Having succeeded at forcing the nasty chunks down, he returned to Honeyleaf.
"Honeyleaf, let's relocate to the nursery." he murmured soothingly, waiting by her side. He anticipated having to guide her there; he invited her to lean on him if need be with a gentle dip of his head. Although the limited herbs at his disposal nagged at him, he was nothing but calm and collected when his duty of as a medicine cat became real and tangible. There would be no time to fret -- only to comfort and work diligently, ever hopeful and kind. Experience had shown that sometimes providing mental and emotional assurance could have miraculous effects; even if there could be nothing done for a patient physically.
(Take this as an exit post, if Honeyleaf posts here or in the nursery -- I'll just have him automatically post there without need to rp them walking into it.)
"Actually, Pudge..." Butler said thoughtfully as he looked back to the apprentice. "You'd do well by hunting with Patchpelt. Discard the groundhog and opossum, then try to bring prey back for our new queen. She will need it."
The moss would have to wait. If Butler found he needed it, he'd borrow some from the warriors' nests. There wasn't time to collect fresh bedding before Honeyleaf went into labor; at least, Butler wasn't willing to risk it. His concerns now were solely on bringing this queen and her kits through the birthing process alive and well.
With this in mind, he quickly padded over to the leftovers of crow. He had observed Patchpelt keenly avoid the Groundhog and Opossum, and knew why immediately. Drawing closer, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. Despite his need to eat, Butler could not bring himself to have a healthy appetite. For one thing, he'd be eating in the proximity of these spoiled carcasses. Secondly, eating prey was disgusting. Butler preferred to eat the food in his twoleg nest and quite literally turned his nose up at any dead things the Clan offered him. There was no alternative for now, though. With the greatest disdain, Butler took forced, dainty bites of the crow. He overcame his gag reflex--a most undignified prospect--and swallowed down the remnants. Having succeeded at forcing the nasty chunks down, he returned to Honeyleaf.
"Honeyleaf, let's relocate to the nursery." he murmured soothingly, waiting by her side. He anticipated having to guide her there; he invited her to lean on him if need be with a gentle dip of his head. Although the limited herbs at his disposal nagged at him, he was nothing but calm and collected when his duty of as a medicine cat became real and tangible. There would be no time to fret -- only to comfort and work diligently, ever hopeful and kind. Experience had shown that sometimes providing mental and emotional assurance could have miraculous effects; even if there could be nothing done for a patient physically.
(Take this as an exit post, if Honeyleaf posts here or in the nursery -- I'll just have him automatically post there without need to rp them walking into it.)