Doctor, Doctor! // MEDIC ANNOUCEMENTS

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce wasn't part of the Medic Team, but they were a big part of Blizzardclan, and he found it part of his job to know what was going on with them. Ears perking forward, he rolled to his paws and padded over, offering Lottie a warm smile. He knew what had happened with Wisteria, and how hard this must be for the Head Medic, and he could only hope that whatever she was going to announce would help her with her work and her day-to-day life. He seated himself and eyed the panther quietly, tail curling around his paws.

[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]The Medic team was of supreme importance to BlizzardClan's vitality, and it was absolutely essential to select the right BlizzardClanners for the position - intelligent animals with a winning bedside manner and the ability to think outside of the box, to find solutions for tough ailments, an ability that came naturally, not through strict memorisation alone. Sweetophelia was especially proud of the current Medic team, and she approached the scene after Pierce, settling beside her vice-leader as she waited for the announcement she was expecting.
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[fancypost=borderwidth: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]☾ ✧・ﾟ: * Luna could only guess that there were going to be some new medics onto the team, and rightly so. Wisteria's disappearance was a bit disappointing to the Paladin, as she was learning from the younger girl and had helped sort herbs with her during their spare time, but she hadn't known her very well besides that. Iselotta was a wonderful medic, but the team was imbalanced, so she suspected either Sylmae or Eggpaw would get promoted to a full medic and or Benjamin would join the team without being a medic trainee first. Not that he needed it.

Luna had always liked herbs, but she was distant from them now. Somehow, she was a Paladin, and not a medic. Despite not being a fighter, she thought she did an okay job with the path she was on now. Still, it was important to stay updated on clan affairs such as these, so Luna wandered over at Lottie's call and sat down by herself near the back of the forming group, tail swishing impatiently around her.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:550px]The wolf's paws dug into the cooler soil as he found himself moving towards Iselotta's voice. The Medic team? The canine found himself chewing on his lower-lip, purposefully having thrown out the cigarette before coming into the Head Medic's line of sight. At least he was trying for her, right? He missed it now, but the discussion of medicine drew his mind away from the entire idea as his softer pale eyes danced over Lottie. Unlike some of the others, he didn't think there was some silent plague reaching its scrawny hands towards the BlizzardClanners — as the skinnier chocolate hued lupine hadn't... seen something like that. Hell, though — had something been going on in the darker parts of the neutral clan? The idea caused concern to drift over his eyes, but he shook his head. The male knew better than to make assumptions like that. It'd happened in DarkClan, they hadn't needed to make an announcement over it. The members of BlizzardClan were too observant too. He would of known too, the male figured she would of told him or he would of overheard it from one of her apprentices. Speaking of trainees, was she about to take on more apprentices to help her? He wasn't sure, they still had a lot to learn and — hell, handling more than two apprentices alone would drive someone over the line. At least, that's what he thought.

Roe was rocking back onto his haunches then, his shoulders rolling back stiffly — sitting besides Luna then, as she too was near the edges of the crowd. Benjamin was just passing her a side glance, but his throat felt too dry to say anything then. He found himself attempting to lock some sort of eye contact with the elevated medic then, as if trying to pry what she was planning to do out of her thoughts. The two of them — were friends now he guessed. She'd seen him drunk for fuck's sake, and had learned a few things he preferred to keep hidden in the process. The male would respect what she had to say, of course. Whatever it was. Benjamin wasn't too sure what was about to come out of her mouth though. A more realistic, different idea sparked in his head, because he wasn't clueless to his surroundings — but the healer would wait for her to say anything before he started coming up with ideas.

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He saw this coming ever since Wisteria's disappearance and he would be lying if he said he didn't feel smug about this correct prediction. Being right about things, especially if they were obscure were the things that kept him going. Anyway, the lithe kitsune would make his way towards his mother. The apprentice would aim to press himself against Sweetophelia's side before sitting down, then scoping to see if Aleksei was about. But knowing his brother's mood about the most recent announcements, he didn't have high hopes.
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[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Medic team announcements? Eggie already knew what this was about, he was sure, as it had been discussed with him and the rest of the Medic team before. He approached to sit down near Sylmae and await Iselotta's announcement. He had a guess for why this was happening; Wisteria. Whatever became of her, he doubted he would ever find out. Maybe she would return someday, hopefully soon? He frowned, doubt in his mind that that would ever happen.

[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Smiling softly at Mieczyslaw as her young son came to sit beside her, Sweetophelia then offered a smile to Fadingmoon when the Paladin came to sit at his other side. Her attention quickly turned elsewhere however as Iselotta began speaking. "Good job you two," she nodded towards the two Medic Trainees, Eggpaw and Sylmae, after they were praised. They were already quite talented; their capabilities would only increase tenfold once they were fully trained. "Congratulations, Benjamin." She couldn't know for certain whether he would accept or decline, but regardless the wolf had been helping out around the clan, medical-wise at least.
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[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:550px]As soon as Iselotta had begun to talk about her apprentices — Benjamin had known that some sort of promotion was coming. He felt as if he already knew who it'd be. The male couldn't help but pass a gentle nod to Eggpaw and Sylmae. A distracted one. He didn't know them as much as he should've, now that he thought about it, but he was quickly distracted as the Head Medic nodded towards him with a flick of her tail. Fuck. Ben was shuffling his paws, but immediately the medic was pushing himself into a better posture as if being directed by a higher-ranking officer. Her words caught him by the throat, and for a while he felt as if he wasn't allowed to look away. She wanted to make him an official medic? Wisteria's disappearance had left her relatively overwhelmed. Wisteria. The name bounced around his head. There was a look of something solemn at the idea — but it was hard for the skinny wolf to think of anything for too long. The wolf passed over a small glance of sympathy as he looked at the Head Medic, though it was quickly replaced with something else as she finished extending the invitation to him. There were so many memories that flashed through his eyes, vivid ones — bloody. A medic. That was the rank he'd always be, and he wouldn't want to be anything else, but at the same time the male found himself feeling reluctant deep down within chest. He wanted to help them, he'd been trained to help them — and so despite the pictures flashing through his head the canine raised his head with a stiff nod.

"I accept, Iselotta." His shoulders built up with tension, his throat felt hoarse as if someone had forced him to swallow gritty sand. There was so much more behind what was seen on his exterior. He wanted to tell them all that he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure he could help them as much as they wanted him to. Benjamin was insecure, despite his steady appearance. He'd seen so much shit playing doctor, and now to start it all again? While BlizzardClan was more than just different in comparison to his former homes — there was still something unnerving about holding the actual 'medic' title. Roe's previous memories still plagued him. He was afraid to see what he'd previously seen. He didn't want to see them die. He didn't want to see any of them die. He didn't want to be responsible for any more deaths. This was all so drilled into him, even if he knew that BlizzardClan was less violent. Less tragic. For now, at least. Ben, while he'd helped around the neutral clan as an unofficial medic his plans hadn't ever been to join their team. At the same time, Ben wasn't just about to let Lottie go on by herself. Christ, what was he signing himself up for. "I'll do my best, yeah?" There was a pause the wolf tried to push all his inner emotions downwards. A tired, weaker grin was soon forced onto his mouth. "Merci." Sweetopelia's chime of congratulations caused him to dip his head in a more sheepish manner.

Once again, another group was trusting him with their lives and despite his attempt to think of other things, the notion continued to smack him across the face.

"C-COngratulations", the wolf barked with a faint smile, padding over with a slightly wagging tail even though it was quite clear the male didn't feel too good. This announcement wasn't exactly a happy one ofr him, considering he and Wisteria had been quite... close. Or at least he believed they had been. Either way, she was gone now, for a second time, and he didn't like it.

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The appearance of the hybrid kitsune was an interesting development. Sure the two had been friendly, but he was the same with everyone. And thinking about it, it seemed like he made no 'real' connections with anyone his peer. It was just distant respect. Hell, it wouldn't even be a stretch to say that the only creature he was incredibly close with was his brother. To Mie, it seemed like he inherited his father's cagey-ness though he did try to mingle. His own identity was confusing even to himself.

Her question was something he hadn't considered. The dark furred kitsune was vaguely aware that someone was going to replace the missing medic but he did not figure out who it would be. In response to Fadingmoon, the vulpes would offer her a smile of greeting in return and a shrug. Opening his mouth to voice his ignorance of Benjamin's true character, the apprentice was cut off by Iselotta who confirmed the paladin's statement. "Looks like you're right," he finally said.
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[fancypost=borderwidth: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]☾ ✧・ﾟ: * So it had turned out as she had expected. Her gaze slowly slid sideways to gauge Benjamin's reaction to his promotion, a bit surprised at the tenseness in his muscles and uneasy aura, which caused the corners of her mouth to turn downwards with its unsettling force. She didn't understand why exactly— hadn't he been a medic before, and didn't he hold the unofficial title of one? Perhaps it was the sheer knowledge that it was official now. Luna still didn't really understand the concept of promotions and how others strived for them, even as a Paladin now; to her, it was overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time. It was just a word. But everyone liked power, she guessed.

Breaking out of her thoughts, the female lifted herself to her feet and made a brisk line for the exit; there was nothing more to say, nor did she want to mingle. However, she took a moment to pause and glance towards Benjamin again, head on this time. "...No need to worry. It's the same thing you've been doing. And you do it well." Maybe she was reading wrong, but it was all the encouragement she could give, still learning how to interact properly with others. With that, she continued out the door.