A wish gone wrong.

Scene I - RiverClan's Medicine Den

     Her eyes. It's the first thing you see when you enter RiverClan's Medicine Cat Den.

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     You don't come here often, because after all, you're a strong-willed, boisterous apprentice with your entire life still ahead of you. You're young, you're free, so technically little scratches here and there shouldn't hurt you. Who needs flimsy herbs, anyway? Unfortunately enough, your mentor - Duskthroat - is a little more adamant on getting you to check up with those "little" scratches, so the only reason you're reeaaally going to see the Medicine Cat is because Duskthroat said xe wouldn't train you for a moon and xey would only make you clean out the elders' bedding - yuck! - if you didn't go.

     So of course, faced with those odds, you were forced to go. Aaaand... maybe your shoulder was hurting just a liiittle bit from the excess of bruising and scratching it'd been through lately.

     But none of that really matters, all thoughts flying from your mind as you face the Medic-Apprentice as she turns around, eyes of the palest blue catching the dim light. Her eyes, almost so colorless that they border on the lightest shade of blue and look milky-white. It makes you wonder... If she's blind? But no, her gaze follows you as you step further into the den, her eyes carefully track the rays of the sun heating your pelt as you step out of the sunlight and into the darkness.

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     "Minkpaw?" You don't really think about saying the name out loud -- it just comes out of your mouth by itself, maybe because you want something to break the eerie silence.

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     As if broken from a trance, Minkpaw startles slightly, smiling faintly at you in silent apology as she looks you over. She's pretty, if from an objective point of view. At least, if you can look past the odd aura hanging around her. "You are hurt, friend?" Her voice is soft, just shy of melodic, and you find yourself considering the question a moment before answering, because suddenly you aren't so sure if she's talking about being physically fine, or the mental baggage that nagged you almost at all times and kept you awake at night.