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Fawnheart relaxed a little but was still slightly cautious. "Very well." She mewed. "But your right! A pawful of sweetness helps the medicine go down." She smirked with a flick of her tail. Then she turned to the rest of the group. "Anyway, I'm pretty sure this is all who will probably show up. If anyone is late, they can join in later but I suggest we try to speak with Starclan before we hold a meeting. Everyone agree?"
Hystericplague sighed, his slim tail making a soft 'thud' as it slapped against the ground. "Lets get it over with," he said. He already knew nothing would come out of this on his end, since he still wasn't convinced that Starclan existed. He believed in the things he could see, and so far, even though he was appointed as Fallclan's medicine cat, he had never had any contact with them. So, he was taking everything with a grain of salt when it came to them. Which was rather often, lately.
Softpelt rolled the NightClan Medicine Cat Apprentice name over in her mine. Ahava Vera-Vaira-verica? Hearing Fawnheart call the cat Ahava and wait on the other she cat's reply made Softpelt merely nod to the she cat and say, "I'm Softpelt, SpringClan's Medicine Cat Apprentice."
As she was actually older than Fawnheart herself despite being the apprentice. It made her quite pleased to see a fellow adult MCA. "Welcome to being a medicine cat! How has your training been going? Or did you already have some knowledge beforehand and you and Turbulentsea work as partners?" The fluffy white she cat asked.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 7, 2020 20:37:16 GMT -5
Funk nodded a little to Fawnheart, a brief thanks for letting him in before joining the others at the Moon Puddle. He wondered if each cat would see their own diety or Starclan? Would he just sit in a black void of nothingness? He wouldn't know until they got this started. Ear swiveled towards Autmngossamer, he spoke nonchalantly with an edge of warning, "Largely disappointed my reputation still hasn't made it past Sunclan's thick borders. Now's not the time to be all high and mighty." We're about to pass out after taking a drink out of a puddle after all.
Hystericplague glanced at Funk, a brow raised. "You'll just have to fill us in on your reputation later, then," he said. In all honesty, the young medicine cat could probably only name one or two of the cats gathered here, just for the fact that he didn't really care to learn their names. Or, anything about them, really. If it was up to him, he would much rather be holed up in his den, whipping up some new concoctions. His golden gaze dropped back to the Moon Creek with a weight in his gut. Last time he was here, nothing had happened, of course. He doubted this time would be any different.
