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[pomme]

Med app isnt open. }}

Alright, normal apprentice.

[Arrows]

{ I'm sorry that I didn't get to post all day, but, better late than never I guess c:}
{ To anyone wanting to be Zinn's apprentice:: I'm sorry but, due to inactivity of the last medicine cat, Wolf and I decided that it would be best to choose the next Medicine Cat Apprentice based on the user's activity on this role play. So, if you are serious about wanting your cat to become her apprentice, I would start them off as a kit, and befriend her to show their worth. c: }

[okay. my cat is a kit anyways. i was accepted, correct? and recap -my internet was gone for a bit.]

[pomme]

Actually reserve warrior and kit

[sylveonite]

{ -Feels bad for Bacon.- You have like so many to choose from. xD }
{ You where. }

[-Bacon]

{ I know! It's going to be so hard!! XD Oh well, at least they'll be good c: We Could always have some Medi Cat Drama... >:D }

Yuccamask took a deep, lasting breath, before laying limp beneath the kit, letting her head fall backwards as she ceased to move.

The you deputy sat still as he whispered in her ear before disappearing, showing no signs of discomfort. There was not much that he could do in Blaze Clan's territory without her knowing about it. As soon as the sound of his paw prints disappeared with his pelt, she too stood, and made her way back to camp after a day of hunting. She made a mental note to go back out in search for the prey she had hid, but something about the tom and his secrecy left her slightly unsettled, and she wasn't convinced of the fact that he would leave Blaze Clan alone that easily. She began to pick up her pace, trotting steadily along the trail.

[sylveonite]

Scarletstar watched, smiling as the kits played.

Tiwlightkit giggled, then poked her muzzle.

[Arrows]

[okay, thank you.]

{ F I S H K I T }

The kit tumbled from the nursery, intelligent blue eyes bright. He was a curious thing, yes. And he loved to listen and learn. Fishkit's grey and silver tabby pelt gleamed in the early sun and his eyes had a glint. The tom glanced around for some-kit to play with. He watched the other kits in silence, when he found them, and didn't feel like playing really.

His eyes crusaded around the clearing, landing on the medicine den finally. What was Zinniastem up to? Would she need help? Fishkit bounded closer to the den and drew in the scent of herbs with a short, happy breath. He hoped no cat intercepted him on his way. The tom could maybe just watch the medicine cat? He liked how quick she was with her paws and how expertly she handled the herbs.

Fishkit soon lay down casually under some shade, eyes fixated at the medicine den. He was 5 1/2 moons old -Scarletstar would be sure to make him an apprentice, wouldn't she? He sighed and got up to get a mouse and a squirrel from the fresh-kill pile. He sniffed the medicine den. "Zinniastem?" He called into the den curiously. "Are you hungry?" Fishkit put the mouse down for himself and held te squirrel. If she was, she could eat this.

[lol. this will be interesting. didn't know of scarletstar was she-cat or tom, so i guessed. x3]

[sylveonite]

Yes she will. }

[pomme]

FInished my forms! On page two

[-Bacon]

Yuccamask opened one sandy coloured eyelid in order to stare at the she-cat that resided on her stomach, poking at her maw, "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to taunt your prey?" She teased, nudging the cat onto her stomach, and off of her chest.



The Medicine Cat sat silently at the edge of her den, watching her new patient as she sorted through herbs. Currently, she was sorting through her stock of Borage, pushing whatever was useful to her right, and whatever needed to be replaced, to her left. "Borage should never be used dry, only green." She murmured, as if she were still an apprentice. When her mentor had passed away through her training, she had to find new ways of remembering herbs, and so she had listed their names and uses as she restocked them. It was almost as if her mentor were standing over her shoulder each time, watching skeptically. Once she had finished separating the herbs of use, from those that were dead, she pushed the scraps to her side along with the old Tanzy, and Mellow.
She clasped the fresher Borage in her maw, and moved toward the back wall.

The She-Cat placed the roots back in it's crack on the wall, along with any salvageable leaves. The Medicine Cat's den was to Zinniastem, beautiful. It was as if Star Clan had put it there themselves. Along the large, back wall, small chunks of rock were missing. Each was about the size of her paw, and stretched back twice that far. The whole was duplicated all over the wall, in long, neat rows. Zinniapaw had guessed that her ancestors had cut it out moons ago. It was too practical, and neat to be the work of nature. A thin wall stood a fox length in front of the herb wall, and opened in the center so that a cat could walk through. Behind that wall, in front of the Herb Wall, and shielded from the eyes of outside cats, lay two shallow holes. Both were lined with feathers and moss. The whole to the left of the hall was slightly smaller, as it was her nest when she was an apprentice, where as the one to the right is her current nest, and the nest of past Medicine Cats. Zinniastem was fond of her nest, easily fitting in since she was never really a large cat.
Past the half wall stood a hole in the roof of the den. During the night the moonlight would pool through the gap, and cover the den with it's radiant glow. During the day, enough light filed through in order to light up each corner of the den. On the ground below the gap in the rock surface, a shallow hole was visible. It wasn't as deep as her nest's, though it did it's job perfectly. When it rained, water would drip through the moonlight hole, and landed in the ready space. This was the time Zinniapaw enjoyed the most, the time she felt most in tune with Star Clan. To either side of the of the small pool lay two beds, on either side pressed up against the wall, ready for any sick cats. That was of course, except for one; the one that held Spottedkit. The Medicine Cat sighed deeply, her brow furrowing with concern. This was the first cat that she had to treat without her mentor, and she dreaded the thought. Quickly shaking it off, Zinniastem turned her cranium toward the entrance of the den, and saw a small, tabby tom standing at the entrance with a squirrel in his jaws. Her mouth watered at the scent, and stomach growled. Only then did she realize that she hadn't eaten all day, not since she had Spottedkit to worry about. She didn't really feel like food at that moment, but knew that it'd be better to eat something, than to starve herself. For Spottedkit, She thought in a convincing manor, You can't help her on an empty stomach.
The she-cat smiled at the tom and nodded, moving toward the entrance, in order to face the kit. "Greetings, Fishkit," She mewed gently, dipping her head slightly in a sign of practiced respect. "I wouldn't mind if I do..." She mused, carefully taking the prey from his jaws, and took a step outside, placing it on the ground out in the sun. She then took a seat, resting on her haunches, and turned her head around in order to watch him, "It was very kind of you to do this," She mewed, motioning for him to join her with a flick of her tail, "Thank you."