With each change in her position came new responsibilities which served only to tie her down to this land which could never truly be her home. Yet, for the moment, it was close enough.
The patchwork feline sits quietly on the beach, her silver striped tail flicking distractedly upon the sand as she watches the waves rhythmically approach and retreat. She had found a wandering clanmate and asked them to spread the word in camp of her makeshift lesson on herbs out here by the ocean as she had no interest in going door to door herself. Her satchel lay on the sand beside her, books on medicine and anatomy neatly stacked inside. Her one white paw reaches out to adjust the piles of flowers and leaves and roots spread out in specific ways at her feet. She was meant to find an apprentice soon and though the idea of doing so wasn't particularly appealing to her, she would follow directions for now while it suited her. So she sits in waiting on the beach, blue eyes fixated on the movement of the waves, her mind a million miles away with no true intentions of returning.
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