@Lavy-the-Nerdy-Sci-Fi-Birdy
(I've just been reading it all unsure when to jump in.)
(I've just been reading it all unsure when to jump in.)
(We're heading back to camp, so you can meet us there? BRB)
"Who is 'they'? And what's that supposed to mean?" (They'll be back at camp momentarily so you could pop in there?)
(Okay. Just let me know when ya get back to the camp.)
"Who is 'they'? And what's that supposed to mean?" (They'll be back at camp momentarily so you could pop in there?)
"Apprenticed! They say there not breaking the rules but then next thing we know there's a love triangle going around!"
"A love triangle? Honestly! I'm a medicine cat! I'll never have a mate, you know this full well!"
"That doesn't mean you will not break it, cats have free will and they will use it whenever they want."
"True, but I don't want to have a mate." Finchpaw said pointedly. "I want to be a loyal, law abiding medicine cat. Anyways, we're at camp now. Surely there's something we need to do?"
Snowface walked out of the camp. "Hello. How was it?"
"Check up on Ashkit, that's one."
(I wont really be here tomorrow (Saturday))
"Good, pretty exhausting." Finchpaw nodded in greeting to Snowface. "Alright. He's probably doing better, at this point. If he's worse, then there's something very wrong."
"Then lets see!" Nodding to the deputy, she padded back to her den.
Snowface nodded. "Well that's good to know. How are the other Medicine Cats?"
"We will see when we go to the moonstone this half moon."
Ashkit looked up when they arrived. "You guys are finally back! Thunderkit kept trying to make me come out, but I said we should wait for you guys."
"That's very good, Ashkit." Silverbrook purred, licking the black kit on the head, "Lets go back to the den so I can look at you properly."
"Okay." The small kit padded off the the medicine den, sniffing the herbs as he walked by.
Following him close behind, the silver she-cat watched as Finchpaws two siblings raced along the edge of the camp, Dustpaw, a dark brown speckled tom, was very interested in his sisters fluffy golden ticked tail.
"I remember when Dawnpaw and I played at the edge of the camp." But sadly Dawnpaw had passed away when she caught greencough.
Finchpaw glanced over at her siblings. "They're a lot more athletic than I am… they'll be getting their warrior names soon, right?"
"Yes, but first they have to complete their assignment, let's hope Rainshadow will let Dustpaw get off easy, and Frostheart with Goldenpaw."
(My sister @The_Anime_Addict_That's_High_On_Kawaii randomly brought in a box turtle from down the road! Now I have tow turtles!!)
(AWWW I FREAKING LOVE BOX TURTLES I HAVE SIX OF THEM)
"What's their assignment?" Finchpaw started sorting herbs again. The breeze had made them a bit untidy, and she didn't like a messy work space.
"Whatever their mentors give them, I don't know, I never did a warrior assignment."
"Fair enough." She shrugged. "I think it's either hunting, fighting, or both. But since this is their final assessment, it's probably both."
"Yes, probably both." Darting back into her den, she padded past the sleeping Ashkit and stopped at the front of her herb store.
"So, what now? He's asleep and doing better, and we already trained."
"We check up on the elders, Creeksong (Female) and Marshtail (Male), and then we can get something to eat, the rest of the day you can have off."
"Alright then." Finchpaw made her way to the elders' den and greeted the cats warmly. She had always loved the elders, and they her. She was often invited to eat with them.
"Who was your day, honey?" Creeksong asked, wrapping her fluffy gray tail around her.
"It was lovely, Creeksong. Silverbrook and I got to do some training and stock up on herbs. How are you feeling? Is the cold weather making your bones ache again?"
"Not as much as Marshtail!" She purred.
The brown dapped colored tom just huffed at her comment and turned his head away. Being half blind, the old tom just sat in the elder's den, hardly moving unless he had to use the dirt place or get something to eat.
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