It was an unusual place for a medicine cat to look for herbs, but Ambrosiaflare knew every sheltered nook there was in her beloved Windclan, anywhere herbs, flowers and useful medicinal plans flourished. She stepped form rock to rock lightly, moving as if there were wings upon her back. Her creamy fur had darkened a little from her lighter summer coat, with a faint wash of chocolate hairs over her body now, matching the limbs that tended to near black.
It was against the sky, her silhouette colourless but her slim, tall figure still recognisable to Shineheart, that the newly named warrior spotted Ambrosiaflare. She had cared for the clan since he was a very small kit - some of his earliest memories occurred inside her den, among the scent of herbs. "Ambrosiaflare!" Called the red tabby, his legs extending, pushing himself to his maximum speed. The seal point turned to face him, crystal eyes registering a moment of surprise. Shineheart sprinted right across the moors and sprang up the rocks to reach her, panting heavily. "Ambrosiaflare - something's happened top Waterskipper, we need you right away!"