day: Daypetal entered the medicine cat den once again. The den smelt faintly of water and herbs from many moons of using just that for injured cats. Daypetal had grown used to the smell though it wasnt at all unpleasant her smell was a bit more sensitive then some of the cats. her paws pad against the soft ground which was warm near the entrance but, cooler the further you went back. this place always felt like home to her even as a kit though...there were sad times here as well. she looked to one of the empty nesting/bedding areas quietly.
Prick: he finished drinking his share of the water, making sure to lick away the drops that were still stuck to the fur on his lip after before turning back to cloudfall. "Are we going a specific way?" he asks the other tom with a small smile.