Written in the Stars

Mothmaw was the kind of cat that didn't really think through his actions. If he wanted to do something then, providing that it was allowed by StarClan, he was going to do it. This morning, he had woken up early with a desire to go hunting. Sure, he should probably have asked somebody to come with him - after all, even a cat as big as he was wasn't immune to being targeted by the various nasty creatures out there - but eh, whatever. He'd been going on solo hunts all his life and nothing had killed him yet.

Everything had gone well - he'd even caught a stoat for somebody to eat! - but, on his way back to camp, he had ended up stepping on something prickly. Whatever it was had clearly stuck in his paw because pain had followed him home with every step he took. That wasn't going to stop him, though. Slowly but steadily, the huge hairball of a warrior had made his way back, lumbering into camp with his usual lack of grace.

Luckily, Frostbite already seemed to be awake. Good! Mothmaw was not a cat that feared much, but even he would think twice before waking DawnClan's sardonic medicine cat (think twice and then do it anyway). The stoat he had caught was deposited on the freshkill pile and then, without a second thought, he began to limp over to the other cat.

"Frostbite, I've got a thorn or something stuck in my paw," he announced. "Sort it out, will you? You're clearly not doing anything else right now."

With her eyes closed and taking in the quiet time everything was going so well until it was...yup there it was. Interrupted. Taking in a sigh she opened up her eyes and saw him limping over to him. Frostbite watched him move and ever so quickly she was able to see what had to be done. By the look of him limping it seemed what was in his paw was lightly chilling there. An easy pull for the medicine cat. Job would be done in less then a blink of an eye.

Letting the warrior get closer her green eyes left his paw and looked deep into his. ''Honestly Mothjaw you couldnt sit down yourself and pull it out? You would be saving me time for letting me put my time towards something a little more.....needed then a warrior who cant pull out a thorn from his paw on his own.''

"Doesn't look like you have have anything better to do right now," Mothmaw pointed out. After all, what was she doing right now other than sitting about an looking miserable? And, even if she was busy, she was the medicine cat - her duty was to sort out this kind of anything.

Anyway, Mothmaw had tried to get the thorn out. Problem was, he just had too much fur. Thick, tangled strands of hair stuck out between his toes, curling around his pawpads and making it difficult to get a grip on the thorn itself. After a while, he'd given up and decided that it was the medicine cat's problem, not his. What was the point in having one if they weren't going to sort out all the little problems as well as the big ones?

Sitting down before Frostbite, the huge tom waved his injured paw in her direction. "Now, are you going to sort this out or not?"