IceClan
Tigerstripe entered camp from the forest, a thin layer of snow draped across her golden back. She headed straight for her den and set a bundle of herbs down at the entrance. Short, springy grass sprouted right in front of her in a small field, as if it was her own personal grass. She quickly crossed the patch and headed towards a narrow cave entrance past the bramble walls, and ducked in. Sunlight filtered in from a small crevice high above her head, covered by thin leaves so the rain didn't spoil her herbs. Before the medicine cat was lines of herbs, all neatly lined in natural stone shelves created by the cave's erosion. Tigerstripe blinked her green eyes, and for an instant, they caught the light, causing them to sparkle brilliantly. The young she-cat began to adjust some splayed out piles, and assumed a kit had been through here lately.
I'd better make sure none of the herbs are missing, she thought fretfully,
I hope one of the kits didn't eat something they weren't supposed to. A few moments later, Tigerstripe sighed with relief. Everything was accounted for. She then turned and emerged into the bramble den where she treated most her patients, cream paws leading her. An old abandoned nest lay to her right, and she frowned. It was about time she cleaned it up. Swiftly, she bent down and grabbed her fresh bundle of herbs with her mouth and headed back to her store. After setting the new additions in their correct places, Tigerstripe headed back into the medicine clearing, her eyes trained on a hole in the bramble, where rain or snow could easily pelt through. Softly, she sighed to herself as she continued padding forwards.
Having an apprentice around would be nice...there's so much work to be done. Reluctantly, memories sprung back to her.
But...would it be right so soon after Rainfeather died? I'm not used to being a medicine cat alone without her. Wistfully, Tigerstripe began to reminisce on all the memories she'd shared with her former mentor. Could she pass on all the wisdom Rainfeather had taught her to a kit of her own? It just seemed impossible; teaching with the skill of IceClan's past medicine cat was fruitless. Without even realizing it, cold water splashed on to her paw, and her clouded green gaze flickered down to her paw. She'd been so consumed in her thoughts, that she hadn't even noticed her pool of water tucked away to the side of the medicine clearing. Her fur burned with embarrassment, but it didn't last long when she stepped out of her den and into the cool, crisp air of camp.
((Haha, sorry for the long post...I just kept rambling.

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