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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]heyy, since we have an alliance with skyclan is sparrowstar gonna lead us into this? https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2456935.0

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Sparrowheart was standing against the entrance to the medicine den, her fur bristling. She knew that BloodClan barging in and stealing herbs would be a death sentence; with leafbare approaching, every leaf or berry was immensely important. The small medicine cat unsheathed her claws and glanced down at them. They were still tiny and white, and she was sure that every BloodClan cat in the camp would guess she had no idea how to fight. Sparrowheart swallowed nervously and looked up, meeting Sheogorath's gaze. SkyClan had allied itself with ShadowClan, and she knew that BloodClan would easily be outnumbered by the two Clans. As long as they fended for themselves until ShadowClan arrived...

"No! You won't take our herbs," Sparrowheart said, her voice wavering. They're just cats like you, she tried to reassure herself. But a cat like me wouldn't kill anyone...

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Sparrowheart met his gaze with another smile; Gorsepaw was so kind and comforting, and the calico realized she was greatly looking forward to spending time with him. Her fur prickled a bit at the thought. It was true that Sparrowheart tried her best to be nice to all of her Clanmates, but... she didn't know if she considered anyone a real friend, aside from her littermates. And now, Gorsepaw too. At his comment she laughed, and got to her paws, quickly licking one and swiping it over her face. She padded forward out of the den at his side. As the two exited through the brambles their fur brushed, and Sparrowheart felt her pelt heat up. Oh, StarClan, I feel like I've got bees in my brain!

The young medicine cat cleared her throat, and she glanced to Gorsepaw as he spoke up, relieved for a distraction. "Oh, um... I don't know if we have any catmint left, and greencough is worse in leafbare... Well, so I've heard. Do you know what it looks like? Catmint is sort of like lavender, and it smells really good. You'd know it if you found some," she explained, swishing her tail. Catmint had always been one of the rarer herbs, and the last thing Sparrowheart wanted to do was get caught in the middle of a greencough epidemic with low supplies of it. "Aside from that, though, I can't think of anything," she admitted. "But if I come up with something I'll let you know!"

As the two felines padded forward, a split in the earth began to come into view, and Sparrowheart carefully led the way down the rocky edge. She heaved a sigh of relief once her paws were safely on the ground at the base of the gorge, and looked around.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5][x]coolio

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Sandmask shook his head, confused. "I... I don't know. Lilyfang and I can manage by ourselves, and with Littlekit on the way... We don't need any more help. So, I don't know how you're going to go about 'getting past us.'" Sandmask had no idea what that was supposed to mean, and he didn't really like the way that Butterflysong had phrased it. Annoyance was creeping into his tone, and the cream medicine cat forced himself to dial it back. "But I do want Lilyfang to hear this, and I suppose Sparrowstar too."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]SDJFH im not seeing the indent

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]*ME, FORGETTING I PLAY A LEADER, A CAT THAT CAN.. ATTACK STUFF* otterstar would probably help tbh, yknow as payback for burning down the territory. i can send him/windclan now

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Sparrowheart felt weak with relief as Gorsepaw joined her, and she shuffled closer to the tom, glaring at all the BloodClanners. There weren't that many, but they all looked strong and merciless. She swallowed. "I... we have to fight," she said to the apprentice. No matter how much Sparrowheart disliked the idea, SkyClan would no doubt fail to make it through the winter without herbs. Sparrowheart was about to speak again when Thrushstar called her.

Her head snapped up, and she glanced to Gorsepaw fearfully. Much like the tabby, she didn't want to leave him - she had to force her paws to move, and the small calico began to walk away, glancing over her shoulder. "Please, be safe," she meowed over her shoulder. Sparrowheart's blue eyes burned with fear and affection, and the medicine cat quickly looked away, running as fast as she could out of camp. Instead of using the main entrance (that would probably be akin to suicide) she clambered up the backway, sending grit showering down behind her. Soon, the medicine cat was gone.

(i'm saying she ran into otterstar along the way :-3)

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]oh my gosh what..? i hope they're okay!

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Sandmask's eyes glittered nervously, and the medicine cat tilted his head back to stare up at Sparrowstar. It was far from his first battle, but it was the first he'd had to heal cats in. Sandmask quietly ran through a list of herbs in his head. Goldenrod, marigold, cobwebs, poppy seeds... The cream tom took a deep breath. Thankfully, he wasn't blanking on anything, and he got to his paws and followed Sparrowstar out of camp. Adrenaline thrummed in his paws, and Sandmask glanced around, searching for Lilyfang. Was she worried?

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Emberpaw stood proudly outside of the tunnels; he was pretty sure no other apprentice in the Clan had led a patrol when they were just ten moons old! He greatly looked forward to being in charge of other apprentices - and other warriors! - and it showed in the way his golden eyes flashed. "Hunting patrol!" he called loudly, bushing out his fur in an attempt to appear larger. I better catch loads of prey, he thought to himself.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]"I'll come!" Emberpaw announced, bounding toward his denmate. He wasn't exactly fond of the tomcat, but he was eager for a chance to prove himself. Surely Brindlestar would recognize his dedication if he was going on two whole patrols a day? The Scottish Fold sat down, taking the time to groom his long coat. It was indeed somewhat of a hassle, and Emberpaw had taken to using any time he could get to look presentable. The few minutes before a patrol scattered throughout the day sounded a lot better than waking up early!

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]OMG WHATT... emberpaw totally had a like apprentice crush on quinn, he'll be upset that it was his mentor that did it too! but good bc i love ic drama

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Emberpaw had been chomping on a mouse when he'd heard his mentor call for Brindlestar; he immediately perked up, prey forgotten. Was it possible that he'd hear a bit of important leader business? He quickly took a large bite of the freshkill, finishing it up, and inconspicuously padded closer. The apprentice licked his paw slyly, occasionally glancing over his shoulder at Cherrynose.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Emberpaw stared at Quinn for a long moment. He'd been trying his best to get along with her, but surely Clanmates weren't supposed to act this way toward each other? The tabby's eyes narrowed, and he snapped, "I know you think I'm, like, dumb or something, but you don't need to rub it in my face like that. I don't go around calling you prissy, or cold, or, or, mean! So lay off!"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Emberpaw glared at her, fluffing up his fur even more in an act of defiance. "Well, um, I don't think I asked for your opinion." Satisfied with his intelligent comeback, the tom glanced around. He hoped another cat would show up soon.. Emberpaw didn't exactly fancy the idea of patrolling alone with Quinn.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]"Whoa! You okay, Thrushmumble?" Emberpaw asked, concern softening his tone. The Scottish Fold trotted over, gazing down at the medicine cat. It sure had looked funny, but he'd resisted the urge to laugh; he didn't want to make the other feel bad! Also, he was pretty sure Cherrynose would have gotten him in trouble. Quinn's sarcastic remark caused him to glare at her, and Emberpaw lashed his tail, although remaining silent.

[justify]Emberpaw blinked at her a few times, then turned up his nose. "Whatever. What are you doing out here alone?" he asked, glancing around suspiciously. He'd been hoping to catch Quinn in the act of doing something, well, bad, but no such luck. In the meantime Emberpaw sat down, curling his tail around his paws and giving it a few licks. There were sticks and leaves caught in it from attempting to make his way through the brambles.

[justify]track, i'll respond later today