Fernweaver had been working pretty much non-stop since they had arrived to restock what was now her very own medicine cat's den. It was a strange task, especially because it had probably been so long since a clan had to start completely from scratch. At least the herbs seemed to be plentiful, she had decided, and she'd made quick work of locating all of the best places for each thing. She was still young, probably barely older than the other cat, and this was all so new to her. She was good at it, though, and her focus on her tasks was strong.

So strong that she didn't hear the other cat approach. When she heard the voice, the tabby jumped slightly and let out a noise that was relatively close to a yell, her eyes wide. "Ooh, you startled me there," she meowed with an apologetically, an easy smile on her face. "Now what was it you asked? A group of cats?" Her head tilted slightly. There better not be another group of cats walking through the territory. They'd just settled here, they didn't need a territory dispute already.

And then, the lightbulb went off in her head.

"Oh!" she meowed, realizing the obvious. "A group of cats! You must mean us! SunClan, I mean. I'm Fernweaver, the medicine cat of the group. Is there something I can do for you?"

It was still strange to hear herself referred to as a medicine cat, even when she herself had just admitted her role. Only a moon ago, she'd been an apprentice, and now, all of SunClan's medical care fell squarely on her shoulders. It was easier when they were in the Regime, at least then she had some assistance from the guiders if she needed it. Now, well.... Her whiskers twitched.

Fernweaver blinked a few times, waiting an extra moment to make sure that the other cat wasn't going to any other information. Satisfied that she wasn't, the feline began to speak again. "Oh, well, if you just wanted to know, then I'm happy to confirm your suspicion! We're settling into the territory nicely; maybe I could tell Oceanstar that we had a visitor? What's your name?" she asked, her voice kind. Fernweaver found the other's curiosity endearing; after all, the grey tabby was driven by a similar curiosity. She wanted to know everything she possibly could, so how could she fault another cat for being curious?

She could sense that the she-cat had many questions, and Fernweaver couldn't blame her. If she hadn't been born into a clan, everything would be confusing to her, too. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Harriet," she meowed with a slight purr, her yellow gaze friendly. She tilted her head slightly as she tried to figure out where in the story she should start to explain SunClan to her. "Oceaneyes is our leader, the top cat in our group. She's the one who makes all of the decisions, and it was her and Frostcry, our deputy, that found this place for us. Our last territory..." Her voice trailed off. Their last territory had been destroyed by a volcano, but that felt like a lot to tell a cat. "Well, let's just say we had to leave it due to some... unforeseen circumstances." Fernweaver let out an awkward chuckle, her tail twitching at the tip. "We had been staying in the tunnels with the Regime," did Harriet know what a Regime was? "But, there came a point where we wanted our own space again. Oceanstar and Frostcry went out on a hunt for new territory, a place we could once again call our home, and, well, now we're here, which means I think we're officially your new neighbors."

"Maybe," she meowed with a shrug. "It's always been like that, though. It makes things easier when there's only one point person. When you have as many cats living with you as a clan does, some organization is helpful," she meowed with a slight purr. "And, plus, she's got tons of support." Fernweaver quite liked the SunClan leader, and who was she to reject who StarClan had chosen? She'd never liked the old religion, much, anyways.

She then glanced back down to her herbs, letting out a breathy laugh. "Oh, these?" she asked, motioning to the pile with her tail. "I'm collecting them so that I can help SunClan with them. See this one," she pointed to some blackberry leaves. "If you chew them up, they can be used to soothe a bee sting!" She patted the herb with her paw. "We don't have two-leg doctors in the clans like you all do. The only one who provides medical treatment is me," she meowed, her whiskers twitching. "Plants are how I do it." Her head then tipped to the side, her own curiosity stoked by her words. Her two-legs had a garden? Of course, Fernweaver wasn't one to steal, but it would probably be good for her to know what was near the territory in case of emergency, right? She still wasn't super familiar with SunClan's new flora... "If you lead me to them, I can tell you what medicine cats use the plants for?" she offered, trying to sound as casual as possible. She wasn't completely successful, though, and excitement still flickered through her voice.

When she saw the surprise on Harriet's face, Fernweaver laughed quietly. "Oh, normally there are two of us. It's just, well..." She winced slightly. "My mentor has... moved on, and I haven't taken an apprentice yet. That's what we call cats who train under other, older cats," she explained.

She couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement when the other offered to take her there. "Who's Fleur?" she then asked, unable to contain her curiosity. She knew practically nothing about the life of a kittypet. "Rosinweed can help to cure poisoning," she then meowed. "I've never had the reason to use it personally, but I imagine it'll be more common. A territory like this has bound to be slithering with snakes." She shuddered at the thought, following Harriet closely. "Catmint!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "That's pretty rare for us wild cats. Incredibly helpful, too. It's one of the only known cures for greencough, and let me just tell you, green cough spreads like wildfire." As she padded along, she was careful to memorize the way between SunClan and Harriet's garden, just in case she ever needed it. "It's very kind of you to show me, by the way," the she-cat meowed.

"You don't all live together?" Fernweaver meowed, her voice sounding shocked. She couldn't imagine having Mintmelancholy, Smokespiral, or Cashmerecloud further from her than one den over. Even that had taken some getting used to, as before she had moved into the medicine cat's den, they'd always slept in one big nest. "It seems kind of sad, no offense," she meowed with a blink.

When she motioned for her to join, Fernweaver blinked. There was something inherently stressful about going into a two-leg garden: she didn't want to end up a kittypet, after all. But, she was beginning to like Harriet, and she thought it would be rude to get cold feet now. After one last moment of hesitation, the medicine cat jumped to the fence, letting her eyes take in the garden.

"Wow," she meowed, sort of dreamily. "It's beautiful!" And she could use them whenever she needed to? She'd have to tell Oceaneyes when she got home. "You're too kind," she purred, before hoping down besides her. She was first drawn to the holly, her eyes widened. She'd never seen a whole plant before. "You better be careful with these," she warned. "Their berries are the hardest to cure the effects of, speaking of poisoning." Fernweaver then turned back in her direction, offering a smile.

"Yes, that's correct! My siblings give me a hard time because of how busy I am," she meowed with a blink. "Once we get settled, hopefully it won't be too bad, but I'll be relieved when I get a chance to take an apprentice of my own," she admitted.

"Huh," she meowed, not really knowing what else to say. It seemed like a silly system, to her, separating families and all. But, to each their own, she supposed. "That's good that you aren't far, though. I'd hate to be separated from my siblings for too long."

Fernweaver smiled at her. "You're too kind," she repeated with a blink. "Honestly, catmint was one of the ones that are hardest to find in the forest, so you've already done more than I can thank you for," she admitted with a blink. "It often only grows in two-leg gardens, so finding it naturally can be ... a problem. Which is particularly concerning given that it's a good treatment for greencough..." Her voice trailed off, before she re-focused. "Sorry, got a little in my head there. Would one of you by chance have chamomile? They're little white flowers."

Fernweaver let out a soft laugh. "Probably for the best," she admitted. "It's the most contagious illness in the forest. Once one cat gets it, it spreads like lightning. Clans often have to set up isolation wards and everything. It's super hard to treat, so when it comes...." Her voice trailed and she shuddered. Harriet didn't need to know what happened when it comes. "Luckily, it's relatively rare," she then added. "I haven't seen a case of it in SunClan since I was born!"

Once the medicine cat realized what was happening, she quickly scampered off behind her. "What's a ... vet?" Fernweaver asked with wide eyes. Was it another one of those huge two leg monsters that she saw that one time? Worse, was it a type of dog Whatever it was, she didn't like the sound of it, she decided.

She carefully took a few herbs, before smiling at Harriet. "I was actually wondering if maybe you'd be willing to come back with me? Of course, if your two-leg would be upset," she winced slightly at the idea of needing permission from a two-leg, "you certainly don't have to, but if you're still curious about SunClan, I could bring you to camp and show you around? I'm sure Oceanstar wouldn't mind." And, if the leader did, Fernweaver could always just explain that Harriet was a friend, and was going to continue to be a friend, and that was just how it was. "It would be a good way for you to learn more about us~" she then added, remembering that Harriet had been looking for SunClan the entire time.

Her eyes widened into saucers as Harriet explained the vet. "That sounds horrible! Those monsters are so scary, I'm so glad I never have to be in one." She shudddered again. "I know that a lot of warriors can be sort of ... mean to kittypets, but I've always found that you all have a particular strength. It takes a lot to willingly deal with two-legs."