Nothing gonna hurt you {open; Herb training}

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    The tortoiseshell was a little more grounded in her role now in GalaxyClan, and with most of her worries hidden the white cloaked female padded into the center of attention, letting out a call as she sorted piles of herbs.




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    Featherpaw was shivering, following her leader in her instructions. She didn't like her job, but nevertheless. "What now?" she said under her dress, as she was ordered to stand beside the older female. "Now featherpaw.. You will be apprenticed to a medic, understand?" Featherpaw nodded grimly. Once the leader left, "Why couldnt I grow up to be a warrior like my siblings... I have to be the lonely medic..." They walked back into the crowd grimly.