Willowheart sighed heavily. Her bones were aching from an unusually active patrol last night. Her fur was fluffy and ruffled as always, and her eyes were on the ground in front of her. She sighed again, trying to gain someone's sympathy.
Willowheart was bored. Lilacpaw was gone, and Ryeheart was off doing his own thing. The young she-cat had nobody to talk to.
Well, actually...
She slowly stood up, her muscles aching in protest, and trotted towards the Medicine Cat Den. A few sickly cats sat in the entrance, turning to look at her with dull, tired expressions. A thorn in a pad here, a bellyache there...
"Hi Honeydrop," She mewed, ducking around the golden she-cat. "Where's R- Oh, nevermind." The black-and-white she-cat skipped up to her friend happily, all aches and pains forgotten. She gave him a small nudge to get his attention. "Hi Roaringblaze! Wanna go do... something?"
No, that was a stupid idea. He was probably busy doing some Medicine Cat thing.
Actually, he looked rather tired. Or was that just his face?
Willowheart didn't know, but she did think a quick trip out of camp would be good for both of them.
"I could help you get some more plants or something." Her eyes roved around the den, looking at the various bundles of funny-smelling leaves, roots, flowers and pastes. "I think you need some more of that smelly thing over there. Y'know, the... stinky-leaf. And maybe that dry, crinkly stuff, too. What's it called? Catsbite? Dogfoot?"
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