A Strong Proposition [c]

Lionboar was feeling lost after his interaction with Beechfang. He wanted to do something more with his life. Something true, something real. Something meaningful. If Beechfang's path had changed, maybe his would be too. SkyClan has two medicine cats already, so that wouldn't be an option. But what about a hybrid of the two? The darkness of the Dark Forest cats were suffocating. If they really wanted to rid StarClan from this land, the prophets of them would be first. They would need protection. And in change, maybe they can train him to be an extended arm of theirs- a cat that knows medicine that can charge off into battle for them. A cat that sits outside their den and protects them. He should be the one to do that. He now stands outside the den of Muddythorn and Myrtleturtle. "Hello? It's Lionboar. Can I come in? I need to talk to you two." The warrior called out, nerves and hesitancy in his voice.