1x1 Kess and Gohtye.

[Kess]

Pebblepaw grinned. "Sure, there's plenty to tell you." She scooted around Scuttlepaw, who was, as usual, staring blankly into the clouds, and sat next to Blackpaw. "So, the Gathering is every moon. All the Clans Gather before StarClan-" she paused "Oh yeah, I'll have to teach you about that, too...anyway, we go to Fourtrees and discuss how the past moon was for the Clan. New kits, new apprentices, new warriors, deaths, things like that. Usually, it's peaceful and we're all friends, but occassionally fights break out, whivh is completely against the code." She went on to explain about StarClan, the warrior code, duties, and Clan life.

[ragemonster]

Blackpaw

He sat there, engrossed by what Pebblepaw was saying. The concept of this StarClan facinated him; a life after death, and ancestors watching over you. He wouldn't have thought it were possible, and still had his doubts. He put the information away for further thought, then asked, "How do you know StarClan is real?" Blackpaw's voice was hesitant—he didn't want to offend the she-cat, after all.

[Kess]

Pebblepaw blinked at him for a long time. That was a difficult question, one she had not even thought about herself. How did she know? After a moment, she meowed, "I know because I have faith." Was that a good enough answer? "I have heard the stories from my parents and the medicine cats and our leader, and they all tell me of the dreams they have recieved from StarClan, messages from our ancestors themselves! And I just KNOW it's true. Someday, I will walk in someone's dreams, and I will be apart of StarClan too." She glanced around in embarrasment, having never spoken out about her beliefs that way. "Does that make sense...?"

[ragemonster]

Blackpaw

Blackpaw frowned for a moment, digesting this new information. He turned away and stared up at the sky thoughfully. Could there really be cats up there, watching over him and his new Clanmates? He supposed there could be. After all, he ouldn't prove it wrong, could he? Then again, he couldn't prove it right, either. After a slight pause, he said, "Yes, I believe it does. I have a lot to think about." He turned, his amber eyes still slightly distracted, to meet Pebblepaw's. "Thank you," he said, dipping his head.

[Kess]

Pebblepaw nodded. "If you need anything just come find me."

[ragemonster]

((I'm so sorry, I forgot about this!))

Blackpaw

"Will do," he said, then stood, shook himself, and walked slowly around. He wanted to see every inch of this place, and that's exactly what he planned to do. He angled himself towards the medicine cat's den—what he thought was the medicine den, anyway—and pushed himself through the loose ferns. The smell of many herbs invaded his nose, but the mix of plants smelled good to him.

[Kess]

Berryfeather flicked her tail when Blackpaw entered. "Hello. What injuries do you have, then?" she meowed, twitching her ears at him as she waited for an answer.

(It's fine!)

[ragemonster]

Blackpaw

Blackpaw's ears twitched up as Berryfeather swung her black head to look at him, promptly asking what injuries he had.
"Er—I only have some scratches from the fight with—with, um, ShadowClan? I forget which one it was. In any case, they're just scratches, and I'll survive. I was just giving the camp a look-around."

[Kess]

"Mmhm, that's what all the apprentices say," Berryfeather said, rolling her eyes. "Just let me look at them. I should know better than you whether you'll survive." She padded over to him, fighting the urge to wrinkle her nose from his acrid rogue scent, and glanced around him at his scratches. "I'm just going to put some marigold on them to help them heal faster," she meowed.

[ragemonster]

Blackpaw

Blackpaw stiffened slightly when the medicine cat drew near, still not entirely used to such close contact with other cats. Plus, if he was honest with himself, he was a little intimidated by her—she had a certain power, a no-nonsense air about her that made him edgy, but also drew him near.
It was quite conflicting.
He held still as she dabbed the poultice onto his scratches—wincing slightly when she touched a particularly deep one by his neck—and wrinkled his nose at the smell of it. I'm going to smell like a plant for days, he thought grumpily.