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[color=a2d39c][h2]Mallownose.[/h2][/color]

"[color=a2d39c]Has any cat told you that you're much too smart to be a medicine cat?[/color]" he gave the apprentice an affectionate nudge with his shoulder, "[color=a2d39c]Because you're much too smart to be a medicine cat.[/color]"

There was some pride that he held for Warmpaw, the young tom had come from a hard walk of life and he sometimes wondered if he ever missed the moors where his parents and siblings had breathed their last breath. Windclan cats had a heart for feeling the wind in their fur and the grass beneath their paws as they ran, it was something that couldn't be marked out of their blood. They were built with a slender grace that was as present in his apprentice as it was in any cat from that clan. He could see Windclan in him as surely as he could see his growing intelligence and his growing urge to help his new clan. He still remembered the day the kit had found his way into Thunderclan and sometimes he thought it was a blessing that Hawkstar had taken him in.

After Robinwing had died, Mallownose had spent moons in forced solitude, only interacting when he was needed and keeping himself scarce. Robinwing had been a friend as much as she was a mentor and often times he would wonder why she had to die so soon. Her sickness had been a strange thing, a heated fever that had tore through her without mercy until she had been left in a very deep sleep. He still remembered her mottled brown figure heaving for each breath and her white paws twitching and then falling still. The memory still gripped his sleep.

The arrival of the new kit within the camp was strange enough but he found a growing affection for the young cat. He had been introduced to him after some prodding and the kit had been a scared, hungry, trembling thing. He'd been very worried and had treated him for shock for the first moon of his arrival, he knew the memories would never leave the young tom. Poppyseeds could help with sleep but they couldn't make a cat forget what had happened to them. He had asked Hawkstar to make the tom his apprentice, he'd told him that he thought the tom showed potential and he had evidently been correct. Warmpaw was the best apprentice a cat could have asked for.

Making his way back into the medicine cat den, he picked out some of the chervil and a few raspberry leaves. The task reminded him that soon he'd have to take Warmpaw to the moonstone to receive his name in Starclan, it was just a matter of when, he'd have to talk to Hawkstar about it sometime. Medicine cat naming ceremonies were very special and very different from warrior ceremonies. Wrapping the leaves up in a small bundle, he waited for Warmpaw to join him before adding the borage to the bundle with a careful set of paws.

"[color=a2d39c]Let's drop these off with Gingerflame, I'm sure she'll see to them being eaten.[/color]" sliding out of the den with the bundle clutched gently in his jaws, he approached the ginger she-cat from where she was settled with the leader and twitched his whiskers. "[color=a2d39c]Me and Warmpaw will be out for awhile, Gingerflame. So Warmpaw thought it would be a good idea to drop off some herbs for you and the rest of the queens in case kitting happens earlier than expected. The borage is for Mosscoat. It'll all taste downright awful but it's for the best.[/color]" purred the white tom before he glanced to Hawkstar. 

"[color=a2d39c]We'll be collecting some tansy to give to the kits, the queens and the elders in case Ravencoat is the first in a bought of Greencough or Whitecough. Just to be safe.[/color]" he didn't voice his growing concern that Ravencoat might have managed to catch Whitecough somehow. He'd worry about it if he was more positive of the circumstance. Hopefully tansy and some catmint would ward it off before it had any chance to develop.
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