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Foxpaw
Male :: apprentice :: 12 Moons :: Earthclan
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The apprentice let out a small noise in the back of his throat when Poppypaw lost consciousness and he spun around where he stood, his eyes wide. He knew that Mothclaw had recently gone off to with Skystar to meet with Marshclan and his mind blanked for the first time. That's it! Marshclan! He looked at Poppydawn, concern crowding his eyes as he heaved her onto his back and made the way to the borders with the she-cat secured on his back. He had not idea how Marshclan would react and he hadn't seen much of them buut there wasn't any choice. Hopefully they had a capable medicine cat who could help his friend. With a determined face, he pushed through the territory and crossed over.
In the Marshclan territory, the russet apprentice weaved through the trees wary of the scents of the other clan. He didn't know whether he hoped to run into someone or not but either way, he kept going until the scent of Marshclan grew overpowering. I must be near their camp. Poppypaw was weighing on him as he wasn't the strongest tom in the forest and each pawstep grew heavier. Eventually though, he stumbled into a clearing and stoppped dead in his tracks at the sight of so many strangers who watched him with hostile eyes. Stuttering, Foxpaw fiinally spoke, "I- I, I need a medicine cat. Er, well... my friend does..." Please don't eat me...
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Mildtail
Female :: Medicine Cat :: 36 Moons Old
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She blinked slowly and dipped her head at Rainstar's request. It was probably best that she have the talk anyways and with a respectful farewell, the medicine cat slipped from the den like a ghost, leaving no evidence of her presence but a lingering scent. Outside, the sun was setting ever farther and Silverpelt was beginning to shine as she made her way to Bluefeather. However, a disruptance occured and she turned her head to see a small apprentice carrying another that she didn't know. They carried the scent of the ever strengthening border and she knew almost immediately they were from the new clan. Without hesitation, Mildtail trotted towards the strangers. "What in StarClan's name happened?" she questioned the russet tom who looked ready to faint, "Bluefeather! Speak to this tom, I must tend to the she-cat." Without letting the tom respond she gently transported Poppypaw to her den and began to examine the feline's leg.