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Coalpaw immediately brightened. He would welcome anything that could help him improve.

"You could?" He echoed. "Thank you! Can she, Troutstar?" He turned to the leader and watched him expectantly.

"Whenever you're ready!" He replied, before dipping his head to Troutstar. "Thank you."

Coalfoot gave a low, uncomfortable growl. The warrior lifted a forepaw, and wrinkled his nose as he brought it down upon a cluster of webs, destroying them.

He killed as many spiders as he could in such a small amount of time, but they still swarmed him. Coalfoot felt his pelt prickle uneasily as they crawled through his fur. Starclan, he hated spiders.

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Coalfoot shook furiously, the spiders flying from his pelt. They landed nearby, and he used his tail to swat them away.

"Where did they all come from?"

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Name: Petalpaw (Petalstripe)

Why You Have That Name: I was named for the soft fur that makes up my pelt. (She later receives the suffix 'stripe' for the faint stripes along her back.)

Age: Nine moons

Gender: Female

Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice (If there is one? It doesn't seem to be included in the ranks. )

Personality Summary: Petalpaw is a kind and compassionate she-cat. She loves her clan fiercely, and would not hesitate to defend it, despite being a medicine cat apprentice. She has one small problem, though. She hates the sight of blood.

Love Interest: None! It's against the warrior code.

Kits/Siblings: None (Open? )

History (opt.): Petalpaw's history is nothing too interesting. Her mother, a loner, brought Petal to live with the clan upon learning that she would be well protected. Petal, now Petalkit, was faced with a bit of scrutiny at first. However, Fangclan accepted her and encouraged her with her decision to be a healer.

Other: I'm the fang.

Okay. Thanks!

Petalpaw woke to the familiar chill of the morning air. She waited until she heard the gentle words of her clanmates before standing to shake the scraps of moss from her fur. The nest adjoining hers was empty, and Petalpaw guessed that her mentor was already awake. Stiffening, she turned her gaze to see the sun rising above the treetops.
"Foxdung!" She cursed, licking the last bits of bedding from her chest. I'm a medicine cat! She thought. I shouldn't oversleep. I have too much to do!
It wasn't a lie, either. She decided to skip breakfast, feeling overwhelmed. They were low on catmint, she recalled, and coltsfoot, and...
Petalpaw felt anxiety prickle through her pelt like a nest of ants. She would have to find an escort, as well. She wouldn't be allowed to leave the camp alone. And there would be too many herbs to carry.
Emerging from the Medicine Cat's den, the apprentice trotted off in search of a warrior.

Petalpaw settled down near the fresh-kill pile, ignoring the rabbit that called out to her. It seemed that most of the warriors were out, hunting for prey or patrolling. She spotted Ashstar first, but it seemed foolish to invite her leader. Petalpaw guessed that he would be busy with something else.
Frowning, Petalpaw studied Nightheart. The queen wouldn't be able to help her, either. She had kits to take care of.

With a final huff, she turned her attention to Smokepaw. She was sitting at the front of the apprentice's den, her pelt ruffled and her eyes still hooded with sleep. Petalpaw was relieved to know that she hadn't been the only one to sleep in.
"Hey, Smokepaw!" She called. "Can you help me?"

"I need to collect a few herbs." She replied, smiling gratefully. She had been too unsettled to notice the other apprentice's scowl. "We're a little low." Pausing, she added, "It won't take too long, I promise."

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"Oh! Um, and if you want to eat first, you can do that." Petalpaw spoke with a nervous twitch of her whiskers. "I know you just woke up, so I'm guessing you haven't had a bite yet. I can wait."

Petalpaw grinned, her tail curling behind her in content. "Well, then let's go!" With that, she made her way to the camp tunnel, checking back every so often to see if Smokepaw followed.

"Thanks again, Smokepaw." Petalpaw told the she-cat as she stopped to nip the buds from their stem. She held the herb delicately, making sure not to shake the morning dew from the bright yellow flower. There, she paused to marvel at the encompassing warmth that followed the sun as it made it's way across the sky. "Oh, try not to trample these, by the way. Some of them are still growing."

The sun streaming in through the bracken dappled Mumblefang's pelt in pale light as he stood with a snarling yawn. As he brushed past Shortflight, the dark gray warrior met his eyes and dipped his head in a greeting.

"I'm glad to see you're awake." Shortflight jested, arching his back in a long stretch. "You slept through Nettlesting's yowling."

Mumblefang briefly wondered if it was a joke. "She couldn't have been that loud." He argued. Shortflight only purred.

"It was loud enough to wake everything in the forest. You should see Fernfeather about your hearing." Mumblefang snorted, his flicking tail dismissing the other tom.

"Right, and maybe we can talk to her about your hunting skills." Shortflight gave a exaggerated roll of his eyes.

"Haha, very funny."

With the coltsfoot in her possession, Petalpaw continued down the path. Next would be catmint. She thought to herself. And then chervil, and then comfrey. She paused, glancing back at Smokepaw, who had just collected her own bit, and waited patiently.

The two warriors dipped their heads politely to the elder, Tigerleap, before standing to avoid Nettlesting. She seemed to be in an awful mood, and Mumblefang didn't want to be the one to make it worse. He worried that his littermate wouldn't survive being on a patrol with her and Stonestar.

However, Shortflight had already forgotten the grumpy warrior as he spotted Honeyshade across the clearing. Mumblefang knew about his interest in the she-cat. Not that his littermate had ever tried hiding it.

Petalpaw jumped, nearly biting through the coltsfoot as a cat rushed past her. She recognized the orange blur as Squirrelflight, and she stared after the warrior with wide eyes.
"Foxdung!" She gasped, letting her fur lie flat. Why was she in such a hurry?