@Fraust
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(Yep, I know—– Where did we leave off?)
(They are walking to the moonstone?)
"I guess what its like being a tribe cat?" Oakleaf said, looking around at the strange cats.
(SO Lark just asked what it was like to be a Clan cat)
(Yep)
"Being a clan cat is good. We all work together for the good of the group, we have roles such as medicine cats like Oakleaf and me, we have rules to keep us safe. And all the clans have a gathering each moon."
"Cool." Lark said, leaping down.
"I live on the meadow, its nice and breezy there and you will always have the sky opend right above you."
"And Riverclan lives near, well, the river! We're all skilled swimmers, and we eat a lot of fish. There's not many trees in Riverclan like there are in Thunderclan or Shadowclan."
"Wow, that's sounds neat!" Lark looked around. "I think we're getting close."
"Good. The closer the sooner we can eat."
(Can we make some sort of ending and then go to Ashpaws POV?)
(Yeah. Go for it.)
(its Robins turn)
"Alright." They made it to the entrance, and Finchsong walked into the cavern that was lit only dimly by the Moonstone itself. It was magnificent. (Back to Ashpaw?)
(Sure. Unless you want to do a moonstone sequence first.)
(Ashpaw POV)
The dime light filtered through the mossy entrance of the healer's den. Winter stood guard while Ashpaw checked up on Lyons and Blaze's healing wounds. The two tom cats seemed more at rest now that they had someone else guarding the den, it was always a surprise when Blizzard came trotting I and gave the toms a lecture.
Ashpaw sighed, already exhausted and sick of being here. He had grown homesick, but never mentioned it. At least these two are finally keeping their bindings on…
The white she-cat left her guard and disappeared out the den, a few moments later she came trotting in with a mouse and a robin. "Here you go." Winter said happily, dropping the prey in front of all the toms.
"Hi, Winter. I trust you're well?" Ashpaw sat back on his haunches, wrapping his tail around himself. It was clear that work was doing a number on him, and being away from home.
"Yes, as always." She paused for a little, "But I don't think Amber is doing well, if she is sick and spreads it I will have to go get Clover."
"Mmm… is it Greencough? Or Whitecough? If so, it can be treated with catmint." Ashpaw's leg stuck out a bit awkwardly to the side. It was still broken, and he ate poppy seeds regularly to numb the pain.
"I suspect Greencough."
"Well, then catmint will work better than clover. Do you want me to fetch some?"
"Remember, I'm not your apprentice." She purred, walking over to he shelfs and pulling some out.
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