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Frostcry was sleeping by the tunnel entrances, as he so often did; the young warrior never wanted to venture into their depths. It was more peaceful on the surface, generally, but this morning he was startled awake by a cat exiting the tunnel in front of him. “Fernweaver?”
He didn’t know her well at all. She was their medicine cat now, he knew that, but she hadn’t been there when he first injured his leg. He shuffled the twisted limb unconsciously behind his other front leg. After moons of getting poked at he was not keen to remind her of his injury, lest she take an interest.
Fernweaver's bright yellow eyes widened slightly, having not expected to see another cat right near the entrance. She didn't really blame him for sleeping there, though. Although she'd been slowly drawn deeper into the tunnels through her interaction with the guiders, she couldn't say that she was particularly fond of it.
"Ope, yep, that's me," she meowed, offering him a small smile. "Sorry, didn't see ya there or I would have tried to be a little quieter," she meowed with an embarrassed blink. She then gave him a quick once over. Although the two hadn't been close before he and Oceaneyes had taken their trip, but she had fretted over his safe return just as much as he had the other feline. "I was just about to gather some strengthening herbs, would you care to join me?" She always felt more comfortable traversing into the great wild with a companion, but it was far too early to purposely wake another cat up from their slumber. She had to start early, though. After all, Oceaneyes had said they would be traveling within the following days, and the hastened timeline had left her woefully unprepared for the journey.
"Sorry-- you're fine, really; I'm sorry for startling you," he assured with a contrite smile. "I should have been awake anyway...." His voice faded to uncertainty as he felt her appraising him, still concerned what she would find. Medici s <----- from kitten libra
Medicine cats served an important role in the clan. He just wished it didn't involve taking too close a look at him.
His discomfort disappeared like mist under the morning sun at her offer, and Frostcry pricked his ears. "I will," he agreed, lifting his head higher. "I can help you carry -- and I'll keep anything from messing with you. A fox trekked through here recently." Recently was almost a half-moon now and there had been no trace since then, but he was eager as a 'paw to prove his worth.
Although many a medicine cat would want to pry, to look closer, to examine, Fernweaver wasn't that cat. If Oceaneyes trusted Frostcry to be capable, Frostcry was capable. A twisted paw wouldn't change that. And, if the other cat needed help, he'd ask. It wasn't that she wouldn't treat him - the guiders had shown her new strategies of physical therapy that she'd love to try - just that she wouldn't make it her business to treat him unless he asked. She was nervous and fretful about her peers, of course she was, but she also knew that they were adults.
"I'd appreciate that," she meowed kindly, noticing that his demeanor had changed slightly at the offer. Good, she thought. Her impulse not to pry had been correct. "Hopefully we don't see it this time," she mewed with an embarrased smile. "I can't say I'll be much help if push was to come to shove. I had precisely one warrior training session before my path changed, and let's just say, it was so bad that I became a medicine cat." She laughed quietly, amusement in her voice. That wasn't exactly how things went, but he probably already knew that, and if he didn't, he didn't need to know. "Between you and I, I always feel safer when I'm with someone capable."
She took one last long stretch, before smiling. "Shall we?"
Frostcry chuckled too, and he hoped she wasn't offended. He didn't mean to laugh at her failure. When she went on, he figured that meant he was okay, and she didn't mind too much. He was already buzzing with eager pride, so being told he was capable didn't have a visible effect on him, but his eyes shone and his heart felt lighter than it had in days. If their medicine cat trusted him, everyone else should too, as long as he didn't let her down. And he had no intention of that.
He nodded and fell in step beside her as they headed away from the tunnels. "Can I ask you something?" Frostcry glanced sideways at her, hesitant to ask the wrong thing, but full of curiosity. "How do you know you made the right choice? If you stayed on a warrior's path longer, you would have gotten better, right? You could have been a deputy. Did StarClan tell you what to do?"
