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lEMONDROP WAS A SPECIAL TYPE OF CAT, whatever that meant. Really, it meant that she did things that most cats would frown upon. One of those things was skipping. The she-cat loved to skip, which she did around the territory as if that was a normal thing. Of course, at this point, cats of WaterClan had to be used to her strange antics. She and Sugarsplash had now been in the group for the better part of the year, and recently, they became full members. Most decided this made it so Lemondrop should just be ignored. Which, wasn't the most unfair thing. It was probably best to let her just do whatever she decided she needed to do.
The former daylight warrior let out a purr as she skipped through the snow, before coming down on a particularly icy piece of ground. Unfortunately, this left her sliding on the patch of ice and right into a tree.
The ebony she-cat slipped through the trees and toward the camp, white paws quiet on the ground. The former warrior hadn't returned from when she had left the clan during the sickness, but she'd been told the clan was rebuilding, so hesitantly Saltpile had come to check it out. She trotted lightly through the territory and her ear twitched at the sound of another cat; turning quickly, she turned and saw Lemondrop... crashing into a tree. She couldn't suppress a loud, amused laugh.
Embarassment flushed the golden she-cat as her eyes widened. She had really hoped that no one saw that. Wincing slightly, the she-cat rose to her paws. Oof, lil' tender, she realized as she placed weight on her front left paw. It was probably sprained at least, which was a big sad for the she-cat. Still, when she turned around, she offered a big smile. After all, it was against Lemondrop's character not to bounce back from literally anything.
"Wasn't it?" she purred with a grin, trying to shake herself off. "I thought that tree needed a hug! Trees don't give very good hugs, though," she continued, as if it wasn't common knowledge that trees were hard and not very willing to give warm embraces.
She raised one eyebrow at the former daylight warrior's words. Saltpile wasn't always the most social cat, so she hadn't interacted with her much before now, but even so she thought she would've heard about a cat so strange joining their clan. "Right..." she replied cautiously, "well, that was very nice of you. Next time, though, maybe be a bit more gentle in your hug? You look like you might've knocked the sense outta your head."
Though said with the former warrior's usual sarcastic tone, she was rather serious. Running into trees clearly was not good for Lemondrop.
"You know," she meowed, her voice light and airy like the personification of a cloud, "if Maca-I mean Sugarsplash was around, she'd probably say that it's bold of you to assume I had any sense in the first place." She said this with a nod and a purr, as if she hadn't just admitted that she wasn't the brightest cat in the forest. "But, ya know, I think she's a lil bit on the mean side. Maybe she could use a big hug."
Lemondrop then let out another laugh. "You're probably right, though. Next time maybe softer." It was a bit of a sheepish laugh as she rolled her shoulders. "The paw situation I've got goin' probably isn't even the best and now I can't go see the white pelt because Violetstar made me promise I would stay in WaterClan forever so if my paw is broke guess its just broke forever !" She sounded so cheery when she spoke. She really was odd.
Sugarsplash? Saltpile didn't recognize that name, but she was immediately certain they'd get along fine - she could respect a 'bold of you' once and a while. It was much easier for her than understanding Lemondrop's eternal cheeriness, anyway. "I don't know who Whitepelt is," she mewed, puzzled, "but I'm sure someone can look at your paw. If WaterClan doesn't have another medicine cat yet, I can ask Krosis to take a look."
She had left the clan shortly after their medicine cat had perished, realizing there wouldn't be much luck surviving the sickness, and spent the moons with her mate. Krosis was not a healer, and if her paw truly was broken he wouldn't be able to help, but the mute tom seemed to have picked up a few tricks here and there from other cats that had passed through his cave. It was better than nothing, and she'd always enjoy an excuse to go visit him again instead of walking back to camp to talk with WaterClan's new leader.
Seeing the look of confusion on her face, Lemondrop let out a smile. "You might know her as Macaron. The new leader made us change our names from kittypet names. Well, made Maca change hers. Mine was already two part, so I survived the daylight warrior purge," she explained, before turning towards camp. "Whitepelt was a big two leg in a white coat. He was the one who gave me the stabby thing that made me get better from the sickness. Have you ever been stung by a bee? It was kinda like that but way worse. I thought I was going to just absolutely die from the pain, but then Maca told me to stop being a big ol' baby, and then I survived, and now I'm here!"
She then looked back to Saltpile. "Krosis sounds like a cool dude ! I think we have uh what's his name uh I think i'ts like Gold somethin' or another, but don't quote me on that. But, he's pretty busy and I don't think he likes me very much because I may or may not have told him that his medicine was kind of archaic and I didn't know why we didn't all go to the White Pelt." She tilted her head. "Do you think he'd still help me? Or should we try Krosis?"
Macaron. That was much more familiar. She stored this new information in the back of her mind, that the daylight warriors had officially joined the clan, and listened to the description of this Whitepelt. A twoleg with a warrior name seemed strange enough, but one that liked to stab cats until they got better was unfathomably strange. She couldn't imagine why anyone would go see him instead of a proper healer that used herbs and not just general stabbing.
The ebony she-cat had to suppress a smile at her story. As talkative and odd as Lemondrop was, she had to admit, she was amusing. "It's his job to help you even if you insult him," she reassured her, "though you might want to avoid doing that in the future, anyway." After a moment of consideration, she glanced back over her shoulder. If they hadn't moved camp, which she suspected they hadn't, then... "Krosis will be closer, if you can't make it back to camp. Otherwise you're better off with... Goldsomethin'."
