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It hadn't gone completely unnoticed by Firetooth that he had an extra shadow lately; a shadow who would appear from out of nowhere and watch the Swiftclan Medicine Cat as he went about his duties, with round, dark amber eyes that grew more intensively focused when he would heal a wound or prescribe medicine to the various members of the clan. Normally the tom disliked company of any sort while he was working, but the shadow's curious yet quiet demeanor had never been particularly bothersome. In fact, he had been starting to get used to her company. Her interest in herbs was almost too obvious, though it ultimately took Firetooth several long days of consideration before he reluctantly brought up the subject to Chimerastar - the two of them at last on speaking terms again. To his mild surprise, the leader agreed, though with an unspoken condition between both of them: that the apprentice would be offered the position directly, only after being informed of the sacrifices that the life of a Medicine Cat would require. Neither of them were willing to force a cat into a life they did not want, regardless of Starclan's will on the matter.
The sky was blanketed in a light grey, a constant drizzle pouring down from the bleak leaf-fall sky as Firetooth went about his daily routine, silently drying and storing his recently-gathered herbs. The cliff-side area that Swiftclan was currently settled in offered good variety in terms of roots and berries, especially Juniper Berries, which would help with the older cats' breathing as the air got colder. Even as he worked, he kept an ear open until he heard the faintest of movements near the back of the makeshift den, so subtle it might as well have been the wind blowing a stray leaf. The ginger tom smirked to himself. "Don't think I haven't noticed you over there, Freckledpaw," he meowed evenly, not even bothering to look behind him, instead carefully folding a fern around a bundle of berries for safe transport later. "I'm both flattered and impressed you were able to figure out which cat is actually important around this place. Usually wet-eared apprentices are quick to look at Chim like he hung the moon or something."
While she had been watching a random number of Swiftclans members, she had taken a rather large interest in one particular feline. She had heard his name, Firetooth, spoken by others and taken notice as wounded and injured cats always went to him for help, he wasnt like the rest of them. Freckledpaw was at it again, sitting a distance away with her swirling amber eyes glued to Firetooth, it was a hobby of hers to lurk in the shadows and appear at random but it seemed the tom had picked up on it. Her ginger freckled ears twitched as he began to speak, at first she wondered if he was speaking to her, as he did not turn around but there was no one else there, she smiled and got to her paws, quietly shortening the distance between them. "In your own ways, are you not all important?" She asked as she took a seat behind him. Freckledpaw knew that Chimerastar was the leader, it was an important role from what she had gathered, but it seemed Firetooth thought otherwise.
The preoccupied tom let out a snort of both laughter and dismissal at the apprentice's reply. "Ah, good. You've already got the politically correct answers down. For such a quiet one, you've got quite the sharp mind." Pausing in his sorting, the ginger tom glanced over his shoulder at Freckledpaw, his green eyes meeting hers for what was really the first time. His gaze seemed to almost pierce directly through the young she-cat, as if he were looking for something, before finally offering her a small smirk. "But the Medicine Cat is what holds a clan together. Chimerastar can ignore me all he wants, but I'm the one that keeps cats healthy and heals their wounds. I'm the one who provides the clan's connection to Starclan and our Warrior ancestors, and he knows it." Firetooth's smirk grew into a toothy, prideful grin as he turned to fully face her. His chin tilting up slightly, it revealed a faded, nasty scar that went around his neck like a collar, only barely hidden under his fur. "What about you, Freckledpaw," he meowed, regarding her with curious interest. "Are you interested in the work I do? Would you be interested in learning it for yourself?"
