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Thistlepaw wracked her brain for that herb Graythorn had wanted her to get. Oh, why couldn't she remember it? The ginger tabby walked through the territory in confusion. She was pretty sure that she had passed a dozen plants that fit the description, so maybe she should just gather up a bunch and bring them all back? Yes, that sounded sensible.
The wind changed direction and she scented another SummerClanner out and about. Maybe a short break wouldn't hurt her! The medicine apprentice bounded toward the source of the smell, excited to see another face. It sure was lonely gathering plants yourself.
In hindsight, as absolutely super cool and impressive as the fighting trick he was learning totally would've been, it probably wasn't the best idea to practice so close to a old, moss-covered hollow log. Grasspaw grunted as he tried to pull his head out of where it had gotten stuck in the log, his front claws scratching off small chips of bark as he attempted to free himself to no avail. He pulled and pulled, but couldn't manage to get himself free; he only succeed in making his neck hurt. The apprentice sighed in defeat, allowing his body to fall limp against the log. There was no way he was getting out of this by himself, was there? He'd have to wait until another member of Summerclan came along and found him.
Grasspaw wrinkled his nose. It was super musty in here, with only a little bit of light coming through the cracks on the top of the log. He was pretty sure he saw a spider or centipede crawling around on the moss, too. "H-hello?!" He called out, his voice muffled. "Can somebody please help me?! I'm stuck in here!"
The she-cat scampered along, finally skidding to a halt when she located the source of the scent. "Grasspaw!" she called out in amusement, recognizing the back end of her fellow apprentice. "Whatcha doing in that log?"
Grasspaw's ear twitched at the sound of a familiar voice calling his name from outside. "Thistlepaw? Is that you?" He called back in a muffled voice, wishing that he could turn around to see the clan's Medicine Cat Apprentice. He wasn't sure if her presence was a good thing or not. On one paw, he knew she was more likely to actually help him, rather than laugh at his misfortune. But on the other, she was his adopted grandpa's apprentice, which meant that Graythorn would probably learn about this, which meant that his parents would hear about this. After a moment of hesitation, he finally answered; "I'm...I'm stuck in here. I tripped and fell into the hollow, and now I can't get free. Can you help? Please?"
Thistlepaw covered her mouth with one paw, a giggle escaping her. "Oh gee," she said, finally putting down her paw. "Yes, I better come help."
The apprentice leaned in to investigate the situation. Grasspaw was, in fact, stuck. Thistlepaw began wracking her brain for something that might get him out. Grabbing his tail and yanking might be quicker, but it certainly wouldn't feel nice.
Grasspaw could feel his face flush in embarrassment at the distant sound of her giggling. This really wasn't a good look for him. He kicked at the log a couple of times with his back feet, but only succeeded in spraying a shower of wood chips up towards the Medicine Cat Apprentice's face. "Got any bright ideas, Thistlepaw? Ideally, the less cats know about this, the better."
She ducked as wood came flying toward her. A few chips landed on top of her head and nestled in her bright ginger fur. She didn't notice. "'Course no one will know, silly," she said, looking around for some leaves. Everything was dead, so chewing them up and making a wet paste wouldn't work. Second idea? Maybe some of that slimy moss on the log.
"I'm going to try to rub this moss around your neck, okay Grasspaw? Maybe it'll make your fur slick enough to slip back out." Thistlepaw began scraping at the green stuff, shuddering at the gross feeling of it on her paws. "Oh man this is really yucky," she continued, obvious distaste in her voice. "'S a good thing I like ya, huh."
