Mallownose.

"Do let her know that I'll try my very hardest to help him if Whitecough is the case, I know how she feels. I lost my sisters to Greencough." he said with a soft shake of his head, he could still remember losing his sisters to Greencough. "If you remember that, Meadowheart was torn to absolute pieces."

They had only been three moons old but apparently Starclan didn't have a timestamp on these things. Fever had swept through them so quickly that Robinwing hadn't known what to do. She had struggled with their racking coughs for days before they finally just seemed to stop breathing at all. He'd been fearful of his own sore throat and he had asked Robinwing pitifully if he was going to die next. All the while, Meadowheart had transformed into a frantic, yowling, miserable mess and not even Puddlefoot had known how to console her grief. He had spent days after their death trying to get Meadowheart to play with him and he'd been shooed out each time by his father's hiss. The two cats had spent each night curled around one another and he couldn't seem to get close enough to share that warmth no matter what he did. Soon he'd given up completely and went to Robinwing instead.

Robinwing had been doting and she had listened to him, she'd often acted as a mother to him and her affection was a cool breeze on a Green Leaf day. She would clean his ears and she would play with moss, sometimes she'd even tell him great battle stories. She would bring him food each day and she would enthuse about different herbs that he could learn. He was just pleased for the company. He often found himself sleeping within her nest until he had grown much too big and had began to spill out and she had helped him make his own nest. The ceremony they held for him was lonely, no cat stood alongside him as he was named the medicine cat apprentice. He had remembered glowing with pride as they called out his name to him and he had been excited until he caught his father's eye.

The black and white tom had been staring with outright appall and offense, it was as if he couldn't see his son as anything but a warrior and he'd spun on his paws and stalked out of the camp with a lashing tail. It had filled Mallowpaw with dread.

His mother was a crumpling white flower, she had aged in moons of misery and her gray patches looked as dull as her jade green eyes. She was watching him as if she was watching a ghost and he had felt his pelt burn with shame that should have been pride. He had almost stumbled off the highrock after they had stopped cheering his name and he had weaved through the dispersing cats to his mother. She had been frozen, staring at him and her ears had fallen when he'd smiled at her. They had talked briefly about how much of a responsibility that he would have now and she seemed to be trying to convince him to take the path of a warrior. It had made him somewhat angry in a flash and he couldn't understand why they didn't want him to pursue this. It had only made him more determined to keep going and some moons later, Starclan as her witness, Robinwing named him Mallownose.

He'd been doing his best, he really had but he suspected that his father was still very angry and his mother had made her fear very apparent. He hadn't spoken to either of them very much in moons but he had a bad habit of trying to smile at Puddlefoot. It often ended in a lashing tail and an abrupt turn. He couldn't think about this any more and he didn't know why he was still tormenting himself over it, he swallowed thickly and glanced up to his leader. His heart felt heavy now and he knew it would until he started his small journey to stave off Whitecough. This was his destiny.

"You take care of what you can while I'm gone," he meowed to Hawkstar before glancing to Redwhisker. He listened to his concerns and offered him a lofty smile, "And don't you worry too much, Redwhisker. We'll stave off what we can, that's what we're here for after all." bounding away from the tom, he slipped into the medicine den to lap up the traveling herbs.

The bitter taste was familiar enough on his tongue and he swallowed it down sharply.
Passing a glance to Warmpaw, he released a purr as the energy flooded through him and he felt as if he could go for miles.

"Lead us out, let me see if you still remember where to find the tansy on Riverclan's territory and we'll start there."

Stormstrike.

The tom had just finished gulping down a mouse when he was approached by Silverstorm, this was a cat that he respected by all means of the word and he wondered what she could want of him. He knew his brother had went all moony eyed for her when he had become a warrior, it had been a very odd thing to witness because amongst his sudden fear and his sudden anxieties, suddenly he was watching this she-cat as if she had built the world for him. It was an amusing sight as well as a very odd one. This she-cat was incredibly smart and very good at speaking, he'd only had the pleasure of conversing with her on brief occasions but she always knew what to say. It was an astonishing quality, though somewhat troubling, it was the kind of quality that got cats chosen for deputy over the large gray brute with the blazing golden eyes.

He had something against her somehow, nothing big but a small prick in his flank that constantly made him feel like he had to challenge her. It was hard to challenge her, she was far too good at speaking and he would end up wound down to nothing but confusion and sheer force. He couldn't win a battle of the wits if he wasn't witty and that made him flex his claws as she spoke. She seemed to want him for her hunting patrol and that was fine with him, most cats knew him for his brute strength and most cats avoided picking fights with him. He was a good backing force for most border patrols and he couldn't deny that he'd be good to have around if any Shadowclan cats decided to get their claws in a twist.

"Of course, Silverstorm. I'd be delighted to join your hunting patrol." he rumbled through a hooked stretch. "There's always good hunting near Shadowclan but they'd certainly hate to see us."

Mossfur.

"Don't get your fur in a knot, Runningpaw! I had a long night, they had me guarding until dawn and I am rather tired."

A yawn escaped Mossfur's jaws as if to enunciate his point as he stretched out and watched his apprentice tease her brother. He felt a strange sting in his chest at the thought of his own brother, he had been awful to Stormstrike but- Stormstrike had been weird! He'd been fussy as a kit and tinier than all of them and he'd had weird fluffy gray solid fur that looked nothing like Echotail or Cedarear. He'd been strange and none of them had enjoyed him very much. He couldn't help that they wanted to tease him, he shouldn't have been so strange all the time and- That had killed Talonpaw. He knew Talonpaw had showed him the worst of the merciless teasing and he knew they got physical sometimes but watching him kill him had been much too much to bare.

"We'll do a little hunting, provided that you don't claw my ears off before then! Does that sound quite alright?"