❝ YOU TOLD YOURSELF THAT IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S THEM❞ Hollowmoon knew from the moment she reopened her eyes on Bloodclan's territory that she would never be use on the battlefield, not the same way others did. Instead, the little feline decided to try and focus into exploits that could truly benefit her clan, instead of trying to fight with three and a half legs. It was a pointless endeavor, anyways.
Hollow had heard from Diablo that his father, Wolfsbane, was a former healer, fully trained in herbology and healthcare, though not in a position of power for it any longer. For her, though, that was enough to make him a suitable teacher, if she could convince him to do it. It shouldn't be too hard, of course, with her relation to Diablo as a steady source of support.
Approaching where she knew she was most likely to find him, Hollowkit noticed Wolfsbane's form and her hobbling gait became faster. Within a minute she was at his side, already sitting in a lame attempt to rest her tired legs. However, she still looked as bright as ever as she stared up at her grandfather and asked, "Grampa Wolfsbane? You were a healer once, so you know a lot about herbs, right?"
//aaa WOLFSBANE i'm mobile, sorry!!