Cheer up, Smokeheart! 8D

[Kitty]

The white tom was on his merry way to the medicine cat den to have a chat with his somewhat depressed friend. Poor cat. She had a rough day yesterday, what with the incident with Alfa and her broken leg and all. But Icepelt had agreed to help her out in any way possible.

He pushed his way into Feathercloud's den and looked around for the she-cat. It was a bit dark, but his eyes adjusted, and he saw her in a nest, her broken leg all wrapped up. Earlier he'd told her to come back here, because she'd only recently come back to camp and her leg was broken. Hopefully she wasn't upset with him. She probably wasn't asleep, either, but maybe he was wrong. As far as he knew the gray she-cat was refusing poppy seeds - and he couldn't blame her, because that was Alfa's "weapon" of choice.

"Smokeheart?" Icepelt whispered, trying his best not to rouse the other medicine den residents, although StarClan knew whether any of them were actually up. "You awake?"

[hedgie]

Smokeheart had been staring out of the den from her nest, ears perked as she listened to the ceremony. From the snippets she caught, they had a new warrior and two new apprentices. That was nice, but it made her a little upset that she couldn't have one of those two as her own apprentice. If it wasn't for her dar leg, she might've been running around with some little ball of energy following her around the territory.

She glanced at her leg and shuddered. She was as comfortable as she was going to get without those....seeds. Feathercloud had done the best she could, wrapping itup and propping it up. She rested hyer head on the soft moss of her nest and closed her eyes, but sleep wouldn't come. Everytime she closed her eyes, she saw that stipd tom's face.

Icepelt came to her rescue, and her tired green eyes rested on his face as she raised her head back up to look at him. "Yeah, I'm up. what brings you to my sad little corner of the den?" She asked, a soft purr rumbling in her chest. She was glad for the company, even if he had scolded her earlier.

[Kitty]

Icepelt smiled. Poor Smokeheart looked bored and miserable. "I don't know. I thought you might need some company." He lay down facing the gray she-cat, amber eyes warm. "Or maybe I just thought you needing some cheering up. You're looking pretty down, you know that?" He nudged her gently to let her know he was kidding.

"Do you hurt?" he inquired, concern clouding his gaze as he looked over at her leg. It might be bandaged, but one look at her confirmed his suspicions that Smokeheart was refusing poppy seeds - and for good reason. Had he hurt it when he nudged her? Surely not! But it was hard to tell...he'd never broken a leg before, after all, so he had no clue hoe she felt.

[hedgie]

Smokeheart chuckled.

"Company and cheering up is just what I needed. You're a regular medicine cat, Icepelt." She mewed, raising her head up. "And mildly entertaining also, because it's really kind of boring in here. Everyone else has like....these gaping wounds and I just have a really bad limp. I feel a bit out of place. and I'm bored. Do you realize I'm going to be stuck in camp forever?!"

She sighed, and it might've been a bit dramatic, but it was true. "No, I'm okay. It's really just a dull throb right now."

[Kitty]

Icepelt smiled at Smokeheart, but hesitated for a moment before meowing, "Not forever.... Just until your leg gets better." Hopefully it healed okay. She might not be in too much pain right now, but...he blinked those thoughts away. He was just worrying about nothing. Of course it would heal just fine, and she's be up and moving around, same as any other warrior! "Did Feathercloud give a rough guess as to when it would be better, by the way?" he inquired, amber eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

"Anyway, as soon as you get better, we're gonna go hunting, 'kay?" he purred. "And I'll come visit everyday to tell you what's going on in camp. But soon you should be able to venture out into the clearing." His voice filled with mock enthusiasm, as if making it to the clearing was a feat previously unheard of. His eyes twinkled mischeviously as he chuckled under his breath.

[hedgie]

How long would she be down and out? Her head rested upon the ground again, and her brow furrowed. Her wide green eyes were filled with some sort of confusion, with quite a bit of embarrasment thrown in for some spice. "If she mentioned it, I missed her saying so. Poor thing's so busy that she probably patched me up and moved along to the next patient. So I guess you could say I've got no clue.

She yawned, showing off her white teeth, as if to prove to Icepelt she was still tough, even when injured and secretly shattered. "I'm gonna have more visitors than anyone else in here because of you.' she purred. The prospect of hunting excited her, even if it was a good way off. "The camp? what a thrilling event." she chuckled. "Hopefully one of the kits won't tumble into me. I'll have to be all mean and scold them, and I'm horrible at handind out scoldings." It was only a joke, her part in keeping the mood of the den light. It was working, seeing as she wasn't feeling as low as she'd been before Icepelt had walked in.

[Kitty]

Icepelt gave a nod. It would make sense that Feathercloud hadn't told Smokeheart when she might get better yet. She was really busy. She came home from the Moonstone to find not one, nor twom but three injured warriors in her den. And not even an apprentice to aid her! Earthfoot was here, but he'd left as soon as she'd returned. Hopefully the little she-cat would get another warrior to help her.

"Aw, you wouldn't snap at a kit," the white tome purred. "You love 'em too much." His amber eyes filled with mock sadness. "Or have you changed sides on me? YOu arent' becoming a kit-hater on me, are you?" He proceeded to wail, "Oh, how the times have changed, when warriors hate kits of their own will!" He shook his head in disbelief.