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It was days past the Gathering and several weeks before the half-moon, but he didn't care. Cavepaw sat at the border his clan shared with SpringClan with a leaf-bound parcel at his paws, a show of good manners to the cat he'd come to meet. Fawnheart would not know him even remotely, but he was a seeker of knowledge and had heard stories of her stint as aFallClan warrior once upon a time, and he felt it imperative to acquaintance himself with the she-cat. Add her into his arsenal of tutors, of which included his mentor and Hystericstar. The small, scraggly white cat settled down and let the sun chase the shivers from his spine, content to warm himself until either Fawnheart herself or a patrol arrived.
As destiny would have it, Fawnheart herself happened to be out early that morning in hopes to find any living herbs that didn't whither in the frost the night before. The ground was still frosty and crunchy that morning and her pawsteps could be heard a mile away. The hunting patrols will have themselves a hard time hunting until the sun chases the frost away later in the day. As she neared the border, she could scent a strong smell of Fallclan, stronger than usual. She halted, her heart racing. Could it be her mate that she had not seen in moons? Or perhaps one of her kits wanted to reconnect with her.
She quickened her pace, getting her hopes up until Cavepaw came into view, waiting patiently at the boarder. Her heart broke and disappointment flooded over her but she didn't let that show. She didn't recognize Cavepaw. Perhaps he was a newly appointed apprentice. What was he doing so close to the border? It looked as if he were waiting for someone. "Hello." She greeted as she approached him, her voice as smooth and silky as honey dripping from a freshly harvested honeycomb. "Is there something I can do for you?" The milky morning sunlight gave her creamy fur an angelic glow while her deep amber eyes held all the warmth of the sun itself, a relief from the frigid morning. She looked like a cat sent directly from the heavens to guide Cavepaw to Starclan.
Fawnheart's heavenly appearance held little weight when it came to Cavepaw. Another cat might have dropped their jaw in awe, but he merely dipped heris head as she approached him. "Cavepaw, FallClan healer," he introduced himself without preamble. For a moment there might have been a flash of fear behind his smoldering eyes-- would she judge him too?-- but then he blinked, and whatever might have existed in the fiery amber depths before was lost behind closed lids. "Come meet you. Good make friends across border, healers together." His promotion had been fairly recent, but he'd been more observant than the average kit, thus he'd noticed Amberbird and Chesnutheart were not confined by the same laws as regular warriors.
A thin white paw nudged the package of herbs at his paws across the scent marking, and as it stopped before Fawnheart, it unraveled to reveal the contents: Borage leaves, catmint, and lavender. "Gift from FallClan. Protect from greencough, fever, keep kits healthy."
Fawnheart perked her ears when the package of herbs touched her paws and revealed what was inside. This would help her clan tremendously. A gift? What was the catch? "T-thank you, Cavepaw!" He spoke oddly but he was a very sweet tom. "Would...would you like some extra training? I would be willing to teach you some new remedies that you can take back to Fallclan with you."
"Would like," he agreed, barely able to mask the shock that flashed across his face. Fawnheart had offered before he'd even had to suggest it himself, which saved him a lot of talking (much appreciated). He glanced down at the barrier that separated them then put a tentative paw across it, then his amber eyes flitted up to her, checking for permission.
"Come on, then" she purred, tilting her head in the direction of the Springclan camp. "I'm sure Jetstar won't mind. It is official Medicine Cat business after all." She picked up her bundle Cavepaw gave to her, turned and lead the way, beckoning for Cavepaw to follow.