Myrtleturtle had qiuickly been growing more and more comfortable with his life as a medicine cat. Remembering the herbs was almost a natural talent for the tom, and all around, his demeanor had shifted. There still was the fact of the matter that he had yet to be presented before Starclan as an apprentice, but outside of that... He was much happier. Confidence filled his steps yet again as his paws carried him closer towards the border that Skyclan shared with Thunderclan. He had been sent out by Muddythorn to collect some herbs for the clan, and was more than happy to do so. Allowing his nose and gaze to hang closer towards the ground, he began searching diligently.
Nothing would turn up on his initial sweep of the border, except for the scent of another cat hitting his nose. Wrinkling as it smelled much more like the bracken earth of the forest floor, he shook his head as he then looked up to where it came from. As he sniffed again, there was also a mixture of herbs that was hidden alongside it. "Hello?" He called out, his tail flicking. Thankfully, having been trained as a warrior, he would be more than capable of defending himself. Truthfully, he wished he wouldn't have to. Honing on on the pale tom, his head tilted. "Might I ask your name? I'm Myrtleturtle." The tom spoke in a rather friendly voice.
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