TELL THE BOYS I'LL FOLLOW YOU || private, foxdancer

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    [justify]Well, then. Today was his first day as SkyClan's medicine cat. He had moved into the den the night before, setting up his nest and becoming acquainted with the layout. He had learned where the herbs were stored and where the patients slept, with Sparrowheart promising to teach him everything he would need to know within the next few moons. Honestly, while he was flattered to have been chosen by StarClan themselves, the position seemed like a lot of work.


    Now, he controlled whether somebody would live or die. In a way, he had done the same before, yet in a far more violent way. Now, if somebody were to die by his paws, it would likely be unintentional. He didn't know if he was able to handle that sort of thing. If he made one mistake, it could result in somebody's death. Was he ready to take on the position? Certainly not. But he would learn, as would Littlepaw. Who he supposed was his apprentice now...? Huh. He could still remember pairing up with the tom when the two were both kits, learning how to climb trees in case of a raid. He had seemed so nervous then, so small in both stature and attitude. Was that still true?


    Well, no matter. He would find out soon enough, he supposed. After all, Audy would surely be seeing much more of the apprentice in the moons to come. At the moment, he had much bigger fish to fry. Like changing Foxdancer's wound wrappings, for one. How long had she been wearing those? The tom didn't know, but he did know that it was high time for them to be changed. So off he went, stepping out of the medicine cats den and into the center of the camp, a bundle of herbs held gingerly between his jaws.


    Taking a moment to smell the air, he noted the lack of the warrior's scent. She was likely gone out into the forest. Whether she was on a patrol or not, he didn't really care. All he cared about at the moment was finding her and replacing her wrappings. Leafbare meant sickness, and he really didn't need somebody getting infected on top of that. Turning, the former BloodClanner left to go out into the woods in search of the older molly.


    "Foxdancer! You there?" He shouted, voiced muffled behind the bundle of herbs. Hopefully he'd be able to find her soon enough, so that he could get out of the cold and back into the safety of the camp. He needed to get back soon, anyways, and make sure that they would have enough herbs for the upcoming war with BloodClan.[/justify]


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    When Audy found the warrior he might end up having a heart attack at the event she was currently partaking in. Considering Sky Clan's name and skill set? They had many places that were difficult to navigate and get to the top of, one of these places that she found was a pile of rocks and fallen tree's, it looked so hazardous. Where most people saw danger? The molly saw a challenge to be conquered, something she could spend her time doing and enjoy immensely. If she died while climbing the stack, well than she wouldn't have to feel this bad anymore, it was something she would not mind whatever way it went. On one side she got a boost to her ego, while on the other she got to reunite with the cats she had lost over time. However she had no intentions of falling and getting herself killed, just getting to the top of the tree stabbed through the pile, the highest point.


    "Audenine?" her voice drifted through the forest, firm and curious as she peered down the stack of rocks she was sitting on, sharp yet pale optics searching aimlessly for his form. After a few moments of peering down towards the forest floor, she saw the tom and it looked like he was carrying new wrappings. He's here to retreat my wounds. It didn't take long to figure that out, but the thing was that while she was warming up to him, Foxy still didn't exactly adore his existence. Do I trust him that far? some of her wounds were still fairly sensitive and if he wasn't careful she'd end up embarrassing herself by screaming or something. FoxDancer would be damned if she let him see her weakened, she didn't trust him that far yet, he had to earn that.


    "I'm not coming down, good luck getting up here." her voice was smug and confident, despite the laces of sorrow still intruding into her due to the attack. The tortie was now laying on a log that stuck up at an odd angle from the pile, resting on it a short distance from the top of the stack that was around a tree length tall. "If you can get within a few fox lengths of me I'll met you part way, but as I said good luck with that, tell me when your ready to give up." the female snickered slightly, watching him to see if he would really try climbing most of the tree length tall pile, just to treat her, when she was clearly getting enjoyment off the idea of watching him struggle to do it.