Heaven waits for no one {Trad. Healer gathering!}
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Sitting at the border of Riverclan, Rootlegs waited for his fellow medicine cats to join him so they could make their was to meet the others. The tonkinese tom sat upright with his tail tightly wrapped round his paws as he always did. Taking a deep breathe he lifted his head up to gaze at the beautiful moon. This was his first meeting with Starclan and he was trembling in anticipation of the possibility of meeting his deceased mother. He had a burning question to ask her after Nightstar had only recently broken the news to him that his father was Cedar the notorious rogue. Continuously shifting his paws, the tom let the calm breeze ruffle his fur embracing it's comforting properties as he tried to put his nerves to rest.
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// track for later
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Rootlegs pointed ears twitched at the sound of the commotion coming from behind him. First his ears turned to face the medicine den, then his head and finally followed by his body. He poked his head in to see Chasingcomets and Duckpaw beside one another with quite concerned looks on their face. "So it looks like we all have something to be afraid about tonight huh?" he purred with a goofy grin on his face. Taking a step closer to Duckpaw, his leaf greens eyes locking onto the apprentice's he continued "I think Chase and I both agree you should be there - you are a medicine cat after all." Forgetting all about personal space (once again) Rootlegs leaned in, lowering his head so that he was nose to nose with Duckpaw. "If we hurry we'll be there a few minutes late but that shouldn't be a problem. Chase, help him onto my back, there's a point in the river where I'm tall enough to walk over; it should save us time." He meowed shuffling over beside Duckpaw, "climb on Duck, sorry if it's a little high up!"
Unfortunately for Chasingcomets, Rootlegs was not aware of the tom's fear of the river and could not gather that information from the cat's behaviour. He had noticed he was acting a little weird but thought nothing much of it and put it down to nerves. The brown tom thought he could use his height effectively and they were running late after all. He didn't want to hurry them but this was something Rootlegs was struggling to cope with and as time went by he was trying harder to hide from the other two. Looking closely enough they could probably tell. He would shuffle his paws and his tail would flicked in time with it. Ears with twitch and he would wrinkle his nose in an attempt to distract himself.
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// naww lets be honest if they were more prepared they wouldn't of been late ^.^' it's not Ducky's fault :P
Rootlegs stretched his legs and gazed down at the apprentice with a confused expression, did he not feel comfortable with him? Fortunately for the medicine cat, he was in a rush and that took priority over his mind; his apprentice not shying away from him was not going to eat away at him when he was running late. The later it got the worse the unscratched mental itch became and the more agitated Rootlegs would become. That didn't mean that the thought would not come back later to haunt him...
With a shallow sigh Rootlegs bounded to the entrance of the medicine cat's den. He stopped at the entrance and glanced back to his denmates, "I'll let them know you are both on your way," he called back and with a brief nod the tom was out the den and headed to the gathering. Rootlegs had trained to be a warrior and if it wasn't for his incredible "photographic-like" memory he would of stayed as one with speed being his calling. Not only could Rootlegs cut through the forest, he could fly! The tonkinese tom slipped up into the trees with ease and soared from branch to branch, making his way across the territory in minutes. Leaping off the last tree of the forest, his paws landed ever-so-softly on the grassy terrain and he continued to bolt for the gathering. With every stride, he could feel his heat pounding against his rib cage and the scent in the air getting more clustered with all sorts of smells from across the forest. It grew stronger as he neared the meeting point. From a distance, he could see moonlit figures gathering which soon became defined in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Cats became clearer and their features more pronounced. Slowing his pace, he pulled up to the group of cats and meowed through his breathes, "I... I am Rootlegs... of River... of Riverclan..." The lanky tom took his time to take a deep breathe and straighten his posture, and like most times in his life he poked out from the rest in height, "Chasing... Chasingcomets and Duckpaw... they will be here soon... Sorry we're late." Looking around he analysed the cats of the group and noticed that others had just arrived to, with their postures resembling one of an introduction similar to his own and now that he caught his breathe he had time to feel the nervousness that settled in when he was round bigger groups. Counting in his head he tapped the earth beneath his front paws three times (his way of overcoming his nerves so he was able to speak) "I didn't mean to interrupt, it is so lovely to meet all of you like this."
Antpaw followed after Sunpaw, looking around at all the unfamiliar felines. They stink of different clans, every one carrying a new smell that made her want to vomit. But she was going to try and be a little nice here. Her yellow eyes look around as she limped on over before coming to a stop. So they were suppose to be introducing themselves? 
He was late, something he didn't want to be since this was his first meeting as a full medicine cat. Would any of them remember him as Buzzardpaw? The white tom had once apprenticed under Cloudwatcher, now Cloudbounce. Now he had received his medicine cat name and was the sole medicine cat in Windclan. His blue eyes looked around, trying to spot a familiar face. But he didn't see Wheatbloom or Bluefrost yet. Were they gone now?