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Post by rose on Jul 7, 2019 15:58:26 GMT -5
Blossomfeather studied the kit's stance, considering. Something was wrong, that she knew, but she couldn't place what for the life of her. A little encouragement wouldn't hurt at this age, she decided, and opened her mouth to say, "You're doing great, Dovekit." Her mentor will be able to tell her what's wrong in the future. "I should be getting back to my den soon. Sandlily's in there and I'm afraid something bad will happen if I'm not checking on her frequently." She looked down at the apprentice-sized kit and decided that staying a few extra minutes wouldn't hurt the she-cat awaiting inside of her den. Besides, Sandlily had her own company in the medicine den to help her through the pain. "There are some 'bad' cats trying to hurt our Clan. Luckily only a few have gotten injured so far, but-". The calico's head began throbbing with memories of Hollowbirch and Sandlily somehow making it back to camp - Sandlily's body alive with pain. "I - I really should go now. Perhaps Sandlily needs more poppy seeds."
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Post by AbsoluteZeroGravity on Jul 7, 2019 16:16:52 GMT -5
Dovekit blinked blankly. She had overheard some of the apprentices talking about the rogue attacks, but she didn't really understand what was going on. But more importantly, something about what the she-cat just said had her intrigued. "You're taking care of an injured cat?" she asked. "I didn't know that would be part of my warrior training." The idea had certainly caught Dovekit's interest. She had thought being a warrior was all about hunting and fighting.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 10, 2019 6:19:06 GMT -5
Sandlily || briarfur 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 || Medicine Cats Den Sandlily did her best to stifle a purr, thankful for her apprentice's willingness to help here. In all honesty there was nothing anyone could do for her nowm she just simply had to he patient and allow her body to rest and heal. "Thank you Mothpaw, but no. Its time a rested some more, and time you resumed your training." The pale wounded warrior then gently turned to the handsome Hollowbirch. "I would greatly appreciate it if you would be willing to take Mothpaw under your wing untill I am healed enough. You two work well together and I trust no one more than you to keep her safe." After saying that she wished she could stand up and affectionately press into him but her wounds kept her in her nest and she resorted to simply looking at him sweetly. 《I would just like everyone to know that tyese next two weeks for ne will be very busy as I am moving myself and family across country so I might have some delayed posts but I am here and definitely want to keep this RP alive 》
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 10, 2019 6:28:20 GMT -5
Beetleclaw carefully assessed the shallow crossing and noted that the waters were high and fast. "Crossing at the dead pine would be a much safer choice," he finally stated. "We already have enough injured cats back at camp from the rogue attacks. We don't want to risk anyone else getting hurt unnecessarily." Stagbellow || AbsoluteZeroGravity Witchy || With Beetleclaw & Leafpaw headed to the training hollow. The sorrel tom nodded in agreement, "You are right, let keep going." Flicking hisntail for them to follow closely he trotted swiftly along the rivers bank heading downstream to the next crossing point. It didnt take them long tonreach the old dead pine and Stagbellow clawed his way ontop of it carefully. "Its very slick, use your claws and place your paws carefully", he advised casting a glance back to his apprentice to make sure she heard him. After a moment he turned his head back around and focused on crossing. The river below was rushing swiftly, water splashing up onto the trees bare trunk and onto his paws. Trying not to focus on the river but on his pawsteps he pressed on and weaved his way through the top branches and finally leapt down onto the opposite riverbank. Turning around he waved his tail for the next cat to follow.
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Post by rose on Jul 11, 2019 16:24:33 GMT -5
blossomfeather | nursery | AbsoluteZeroGravity
Blossomfeather stifled a soft laugh. "I'd certainly be surprised if they've decided to add that to your warrior training." Looking down at the light gray kit, the calico couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't aware of who she was. "I suppose I haven't properly introduced myself, then," she meowed. She crouched as to become eye level with the she-cat in front of her. "I'm Blossomfeather. PineClan's official, and only medicine cat - for moons now." Her heart sunk with a sudden pang of sadness at the thought of when her old mentor. "I have a special connection with StarClan, and I help every injured cat I come across." She stopped, considering whether it would be worth hers, or the kit's time to go on. Deciding to speak her thoughts aloud, she said, "I suppose none of this interests you, though. Hunting and fighting is what you'll spend your days doing soon enough - not listening to medicine cats drone on and on."
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 11, 2019 21:45:22 GMT -5
Fawnheart || 24 moons || She-cat
Fawnheart is a long legged, slender she cat with very broad back legs. Her coat colour is similar to that of a baby deer, growing more of a deep red/brown as it reaches her back/ the top of her head. She has a deep brown dorsal stripe running to the tip top of her tail. She has a white muzzle/throat which a softer tan colour running down her chest to the underside of her tail. She has slight unusual pigmentations on her hind quarters giving her dappled spots like those of a baby deer resulting in her name. She has short hair apart from her cheek fur and her tail which is very long and fluffy. Apart from her deer like appearance she has very warm green eyes and a small nick in her left ear.
Fawnheart has a very kind and caring nature, she loves helping others and is fiercely protective of her clan and is always determined to be the best cat she can be. She is very energetic which can get her into trouble sometimes as she can tend to act without thinking, but she has a loyal heart.
Fawnhearts
Warrior Relationships: her brother Foxclaw
Foxclaw || 24 moons || Tom cat
Foxclaw is a very tall Tom cat with broad shoulders and muscular back legs. He his a very dark ginger colour almost resembling that of a fox, he has a darker ginger (almost brown) stripe running down his back. He has darker brown paws with fairly large claws and one white toe on the outter right side of his left foot. Foxclaw has very deep warm amber eyes that glow gold in the sing light. He has very thick fur growing around his neck and down his chest and down to his middle back, giving him a stocky appearance. He has a very full thick tail. Across his nose bridge is a long scar from a previous battle with rogues that wandered into the territory.
Foxclaw is a reserved feline, often quiet as he observes more than he speaks making him rather daunting to talk to. Although he admires all of his clan mates he isn’t one to talk about his emotions or show much affection at all, that makes him seem cold, although he only wants what is best for those around him. He can also be a bit of a hot head.
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Warrior Relationships: His sister is Fawnheart
I wouldn’t mind making a previous member have a blood relation with these two as you recommend blood ties or could create a mate bond with Foxclaw, it could happen immediately or later on, although I wanted these two to be siblings I won’t deter them from interacting with the rest of the members and only do scenes with myself (as that would be boring and take up space) so I’ll try to keep my conversations with them either separate or have them speak mostly in group settings if that’s okay!
Our hearts beat (I wasn’t sure what you meant by in the other section so I just put it here!)
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 11, 2019 22:44:07 GMT -5
Fawnheart || 24 moons || She-cat Fawnheart is a long legged, slender she cat with very broad back legs. Her coat colour is similar to that of a baby deer, growing more of a deep red/brown as it reaches her back/ the top of her head. She has a deep brown dorsal stripe running to the tip top of her tail. She has a white muzzle/throat which a softer tan colour running down her chest to the underside of her tail. She has slight unusual pigmentations on her hind quarters giving her dappled spots like those of a baby deer resulting in her name. She has short hair apart from her cheek fur and her tail which is very long and fluffy. Apart from her deer like appearance she has very warm green eyes and a small nick in her left ear. Fawnheart has a very kind and caring nature, she loves helping others and is fiercely protective of her clan and is always determined to be the best cat she can be. She is very energetic which can get her into trouble sometimes as she can tend to act without thinking, but she has a loyal heart. Fawnhearts Warrior Relationships: her brother Foxclaw Foxclaw || 24 moons || Tom cat Foxclaw is a very tall Tom cat with broad shoulders and muscular back legs. He his a very dark ginger colour almost resembling that of a fox, he has a darker ginger (almost brown) stripe running down his back. He has darker brown paws with fairly large claws and one white toe on the outter right side of his left foot. Foxclaw has very deep warm amber eyes that glow gold in the sing light. He has very thick fur growing around his neck and down his chest and down to his middle back, giving him a stocky appearance. He has a very full thick tail. Across his nose bridge is a long scar from a previous battle with rogues that wandered into the territory. Foxclaw is a reserved feline, often quiet as he observes more than he speaks making him rather daunting to talk to. Although he admires all of his clan mates he isn’t one to talk about his emotions or show much affection at all, that makes him seem cold, although he only wants what is best for those around him. He can also be a bit of a hot head. Fawnhearts Warrior Relationships: His sister is Fawnheart I wouldn’t mind making a previous member have a blood relation with these two as you recommend blood ties or could create a mate bond with Foxclaw, it could happen immediately or later on, although I wanted these two to be siblings I won’t deter them from interacting with the rest of the members and only do scenes with myself (as that would be boring and take up space) so I’ll try to keep my conversations with them either separate or have them speak mostly in group settings if that’s okay! Our hearts beat (I wasn’t sure what you meant by in the other section so I just put it here!) Accepted thank you for joining! And it is okay to not have a relationship with anyone currently, they will build
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 11, 2019 22:53:53 GMT -5
Nettlestep || rose briarfur || camp clearing With Cedarstar having dismissed them Nettlestep left his den with the rest of the other cats. "Birchclaw, Cloverskip, you two may join me if you'd like. We can cover ground pretty fast if we leave soon." Looking around doing his best to peer through the heavy rain he could see cats moving within the warriors den. "Is there anyone else who wishes to join us?" He called out over the noise of the rain. One more cat would make a formidable patrol if they were to run into a rogue but if not they could make do with just the three of them. Nettlestep did not wish to take away all the current possibilities from Cinderrose and her patrol but he had to do his best to make sure he had a dtong patrol as well.
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 11, 2019 23:13:25 GMT -5
Fawnheart stepped forward, her fur clinging to her frame from the rain, but her eyes sparkled. “I’ll join you Cedarstar!” She yowled slightly to be heard over the pounding raindrops. She shook her red pelt trying to look a bit more presentable to her leader. Fawnheart didn’t mind getting a little wet from the rain, in fact she loved the rain, which her brother always teased her for saying she was more like a duck than a cat.
Fawnheart shouldered through her clan mates until she was standing two mouse lengths away from her leader.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 11, 2019 23:19:00 GMT -5
《Sorry if I confused you, but my last post was of Nettlestep not Cedarstar. If you want Fawnheart to join Cedarstar she can stay and patrol around the camp with him and Foxclaw can join Nettlestep.》
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 11, 2019 23:20:32 GMT -5
(( oh shoot! I got confused there! I’ll change it a bit and make her focus on your warrior!! Oops I should have read a bit better))
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 11, 2019 23:23:45 GMT -5
Fawnheart stepped forward, her fur clinging to her frame from the rain, but her eyes sparkled. “I’ll join you Nettlestep!” She yowled slightly to be heard over the pounding raindrops. She shook her red pelt trying to look a bit more presentable to her senior warrior, but her fur just stuck out in all directions making her look a bit like a beaver.
Fawnheart didn’t mind getting a little wet from the rain, in fact she loved the rain, which her brother always teased her for saying she was more like a duck than a cat.
Fawnheart shouldered through her clan mates until she was standing two mouse lengths away from the tabby Tom.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 11, 2019 23:26:45 GMT -5
Cedarstar || Camp clearing
Having dismissed the patrols to go forth the massive tabby tom exited his den and headed into the wet and thunderous weather. He was in no hurry for he knew he was going to be out in the rain for a while so he padded normally through the clearing towards the camps entrance. He had his own perso al routine when it came to him being on guard duty, something he had done since he had been apprenticed. Patrol around the outter edges of camp and then the inner. Afterwards he would perch himself somewhere high to have a good vantage point. This process would be repeated, time and time again untill someone else took up guarding the camp. The clan leader would make sure that nothing would slip past his careful guard.
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 11, 2019 23:32:10 GMT -5
Foxclaw pricked his ears towards his leader, watching the tabby pace out of his den, he never truly understood why his leader always patrolled the inside of the camp. He tipped his head slightly, wondering if maybe it was a leaders ritual to do so, though he assumed the patrol would make more sense to occur outside the camp.
Foxclaw looked up at the rain dropping like starlight out of the dark clouds. No cat should patrol alone in this weather, he thought to himself, inside the camp or not. Leaving the comforted shelter of the warriors den he strode across the clearing to his leader. “Greetings Cedarstar” The dark ginger Tom dipped his head. “May I join you?”
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 11, 2019 23:33:17 GMT -5
Nettlestep || rose briarfur Fawnheart || camp clearing Nettlestep was surprised to see Fawnheart push herself out of the den volunteering herself for the patrol. She was a well rounded warrior, he had just not expected her to join them. It had been a while since they had been on patrol together and his tail lifted welcoming her. "Perfect. Lets be on our way." Not wishing to waste any time the older warrior waved his tail to gather his patrol before bounding out of camp and towards the south eastern mountain range and then eventually on towards Elk Herd Clearing and the Grasslands.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 11, 2019 23:36:27 GMT -5
《Im sorry but i am off to bed, but I will make my responses first thing in the morning 》
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 11, 2019 23:40:12 GMT -5
Fawnheart gently trotted behind Nettlestep, her paws occasionally slipping on the wet grass. Her whiskers twitched with excitement, splashing tiny raindrops everywhere.
The world around them lay in a haze of moist air, the ground was blanketed almost in a haze of rain, making the patrol seem like swift shadows cutting through the air.
Fawnheart huffed to keep pace with her senior warrior, she hadn’t been a warrior as long as him and his many times crossing these paths made him travel with ease. Stumbling slightly she pushed onward to keep close.
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 11, 2019 23:40:30 GMT -5
((Okay goodnight!))
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Post by rose on Jul 12, 2019 6:42:10 GMT -5
birchclaw | nettlestep's patrol | Falconwing briarfur Fawnheart
Birchclaw kept in close pursuit of his Clanmates, choosing to keep towards the front of the patrol. He didn't want to take authority away from Nettlestep - he was, after all, a senior warrior. Not only a senior - but one Birchclaw had respected for moons. In his steps, Birchclaw made sure to avoid areas with sharper rocks, and looked up towards the always darkening sky. The rain fell mercilessly onto his muzzle, and the tom shook it off, suppressing a laugh at his own misfortune. Looking behind himself and Nettlestep, he noticed a she-cat that he hadn't spoken much to - Fawnheart, he remembered, was her name. He quickly slowed his pace as to let the female warrior catch up, and in doing so, sacrificed his place at the front of the patrol. She seemed to not be having the best time on their route. "I'm assuming you don't patrol near here often, do you?" He asked, making sure to make his paw steps match the she-cat's.
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 12, 2019 8:00:36 GMT -5
Fawnheart pricked her ears as Birchclaw fell into stride with her. She ruffled her coat. “I haven’t been a warrior as long as you” she breathed trying to quicken her pace, she didn’t want the other warriors to think she couldn’t keep up just yet, her paws were still slightly inexperienced. “I haven’t come out this way much since I was an apprentice.” She explained with a twitch of her whiskers, she kept her head high and chest puffed. She didn’t want them to think she was incapable.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 12, 2019 14:13:36 GMT -5
Cedarstar || Fawnhearts || Camp Guard "Ah Foxclaw, some company would be nice" Cedarstar's deep voice boomed through the rain as he stopped walking and turned to face the russet tom. The leader liked the feirce reserved young warrior. Reminded him much of his younger self. Once Foxclaw reached him, Cedarstar then turned and proceeded out of camp. Stepping carefully, though already wet, he did his best to avoid where the rain had already began to gather into puddles on the forest floor. Once they stepped outside of camp the dark tabby continued a couple paces before halting and scenting the air. Though the heavy scent of rain and wet earth were masking the majority of the scents his skilled nose was able pick up the faint smells of prey who had dared to wonder close to camp and the fainter scents of Stagbellow, Beetleclaw and Leafpaw who must had left just earlier... hunting maybe, but knowing the senior warrior well he was more than likely trying to teach Leafpaw how of fight in the wet and stormy conditions. After a good moment of scenting the air he turned to the right and began to slowly move around the camps outer wall. Every couple steps he would stop to sniff something or inspect the wall for holes or damage the storm could have already caused. "So Foxclaw", he began as he started to walk again, "How have you been? It has been a while since we've last spoken alone."
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 12, 2019 14:24:06 GMT -5
Nettlestep || briarfur rose Fawnhearts || Nettlesteps Patrol - Eagle Ridge It didn't take the patrol long to reach the mountain's base and travel along the rocky path down to Eagles Ridge. Every so often the tom would try to count the eagles. A wise thing to know, he thought. When the numbers of the the eagles were high it was always wise to keep an extra lookout for them in camp, where they prey easy on the smaller cats. One... two.. three... his eyes then looked back doen to the path ahead so he wouldn't trip. There could be one or two more in the nest. But the third one was young, at the age where they would soon start to fly. The clan was safe for now. Scent marking the area he sniffed around for any traces of other predators... especially bear. Though it had been a moon since the death of Coldsnap and Hollowsong, it was still fresh in his mind.
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Post by rose on Jul 12, 2019 14:26:48 GMT -5
birchclaw | patrol | Fawnhearts
Birchclaw stopped midstep, sensing that his words had offended the she-cat. "I was in no way trying to insinuate that you're incapable," he mewed calmly. "Far from it. I'm sorry." The tom gave a nod of solemnity, and picked up his pace again.
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Post by rose on Jul 12, 2019 14:27:02 GMT -5
(i'm so sorry for the short reply! i'm trying to hurry this along and go eat, sorry about that!)
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 12, 2019 14:30:46 GMT -5
Foxclaw nodded his head respectfully. The clan had gone through so much in the last moon, losing their beloved deputy Hollowsong and their finest warrior Coldsnap. Foxclaw saw how the loss had shaken his leader, even when he held his high up and remained strong for his clan mates. The rust coloured Tom felt admiration run through his fur.
He followed close behind Cedarstar, opening his mouth to drink in the scents that flowed around them, the rain had masked everything, except for the smells of his clan mates that seemed nothing more than a faint whisper.
Foxclaw flicked his tail at his leaders questions. “It truly has been” the tom murmured in agreement. “I’ve been well Cedarstar” Which wasn’t entirely true, the recent passing of the clan deputy still shook him, the idea that there could be a predator out there that no cat could defend themselves against was daunting to him. It made him think of his kin Fawnheart and the rest of his clan. Foxclaw would fight a storm to protect his clan if he could, but he knew there were some things that were just beyond a cat’s power.
“I’m trying to sharpen up some of my fighting skills” He admitted slightly, Nosing through the camps reinforcement to weave some twigs back into place. “I’ve been trying to make sure I’m prepared for anything” he meowed softly. He looked towards his leader, wondering how he had been holding up, even though they had a new deputy, he knew the leader must still feel a hollow grief inside, even if Cedarstar never spoke about it. “How have the days been treating you?”
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 12, 2019 14:33:45 GMT -5
Fawnheart flattened her ears a little. She didn’t mean to sound like she had been upset, she was only worried she would never shake up to be like the warriors around her. “Birchclaw wait!” Pushing herself harder she trotted close behind him, the rain slightly blinding her from her fellow warriors.
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Post by rose on Jul 12, 2019 15:39:07 GMT -5
birchclaw | patrol | Fawnhearts
Birchclaw paused - finding himself inclined to listen to the call. The sudden change in Fawnheart's tone surprised him, and he allowed a faint smile to grow across his speckled face. "I'm sorry, again," he meowed softly. Hurting her was the last thing he had wanted to do when making a form of a "formal" first impression. He shook his pelt in an attempt to remove a few drops of water, but the onslaught of rain continued and the tom purred, expressing the amusement he always continued to get from the certain things he did that leaned towards being more mouse-brained. He shook his head, realizing that Nettlestep had made it much farther than him and Fawnheart. "We should hurry up," he suggested, his voice light. "Don't want Nettlestep getting grouchy, now do we?"
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Post by Fawnhearts on Jul 12, 2019 16:23:12 GMT -5
Fawnheart shifted her paws slightly embarrassed with her actions but Birchclaw’s purr was slightly comforting. She twitched her ears and swished her tail. “Don’t apologize Birchclaw” She rested her tail on his shoulder slightly. “I’m just a bit nervous.” She half admitted under her breath. “I haven’t been on patrol for a while and with such experienced warriors” Though after hearing Birchclaw purr at the rain she felt a warmth spread through her, she too found the rain amusing and the raindrops always left her amazed.
Looking up ahead, she saw Nettlestep warily watching the skies where he eagles had resided. She shivered at the thought of powerful wings swooping down to catch any in-noticing cat in their powerful gold talons. Nodding in agreement she hurried along Birchclaw, slightly looking up warily in case any eagle decided to drop down.
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Post by AbsoluteZeroGravity on Jul 12, 2019 17:38:58 GMT -5
Beetleclaw stepped slightly to the side and nodded to Leafpaw. "You can go first, I'll be right behind you." The dark brown tabby figured it would be wise to allow the apprentice to go first, so there would be someone on both sides of the river to help in case she slipped. After all, the rushing water was rather menacing, and any cat could easily lose their bearings and then lose their footing as well. Beetleclaw's claws dug into the dirt, anticipating the cross. He had crossed the dead pine many times, especially as an apprentice, but it still made him slightly uneasy. He hated swimming, as he had learned when he had slipped off the pine during his apprentice days.
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Post by AbsoluteZeroGravity on Jul 12, 2019 17:46:20 GMT -5
Dovekit's eyes widened in awe. A medicine cat? Perhaps Dovekit should have spent more time listening to the apprentices or hanging around the other kits, because she had never heard of such a role in the clan. As she thought about it, though, it certainly made sense. Warriors were bound to get sick or injured over time, and the clan needed someone who could help in such times of need. The tiny silver kit started at Blossomfeather's concluding words. "But that sounds really cool!" she mewed reassuringly, and she meant it. "I mean, being close to StarClan, and helping cats get better, that sounds really important."
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