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[h2][color=a2d39c]Mallownose[/color] & [color=8882be]Sketch.[/color][/h2]

When his apprentice had slipped, he'd prepared himself to leap across the the stones and into the water. Though he wouldn't have been much help in the swimming department, he would have at least been able to throw the tom back onto shore. It would have been worth a pelt full of water to make sure Warmpaw didn't drown on him. He wasn't about to lose another medicine cat, especially one that he was so close to. Robinwing had destroyed him but Warmpaw had so much to look forward to, Warmpaw was going to be a brilliant medicine cat some day, Warmpaw was the only family he had anymore. Warmpaw was as good as kin. So to say that his heart skipped a beat would be an understatement. He held his breath as Warmpaw recovered surprisingly quick and he breathed out a sigh of relief as he watched his apprentice make it back to the Thunderclan side of the border. 

He stepped after him quickly, his paws movely swiftly over the stones before he leaped off the last one and landed softly. He had never liked the stepping stones much, they were slick and dangerous, many a cat had hurt themselves from slipping off them. He sometimes wondered why they couldn't find a more sane way to cross into each other's territory. The medicine cats had to struggle enough on those ridiculous stones. Shaking out his white coat, he brought his mouthful of tansy to the holly bush. Pushing the tansy piles beneath the bush, he nodded to it affirmatively before turning to his apprentice.

"[color=a2d39c]Of course! Though we'll need a warrior, we usually teach these things in groups because medicine cats are less likely to be a target.[/color]" offering the young tom a slight smile, he drew his tongue along his paw and brushed it quickly over each spray of whiskers. "[color=a2d39c]We'll go with a group of apprentices to the hollow tomorrow. We just have to know how to defend our patients and ourselves. We never intervene the actual fighting, though we must interject sometimes if we think it's a thankless battle. Starclan will always make their will known.[/color]"

A flick of his black tail and he turned to lead his apprentice upwind towards the twoleg place's border. His first battle training had been with Duskpaw and Silverpaw's mentors and he had shown to inherit his father's quickness and hard hit. He'd been encouraged to make use of his lean figure to dodge and blow but he had never seemed to remember the tip when the time came to put it in use. He was much better at ducking and running which had proved to be something of a pain for Robinwing and the other two cat's mentors. Ducking and running was easy but he had to know the basics of getting a good hit in, he had the force and the quickness but he didn't have the drive. It had taken him four different battle training trips before he'd picked up anything and now he could [i]basically[/i] defend himself.

He definitely wasn't good enough to train Warmpaw by himself. He made a note to ask Sandfire about that as well when he bothered her to hunt with him later tonight. It would be good practice for Stonepaw to train with someone less experienced, it was a good way to test mercy in battle and mercy was very important. He descended downwards towards the scent of the Twoleg nests, catmint grew relatively well throughout the cold seasons but it never grew in large clumps and if Whitecough was making its appearance then they would have to leave some for the other medicine cats. He made note to go along with Warmpaw's idea of picking up some chickweed if this developed into something bad because though it wasn't as strong as catmint, it was enough to stave off the sickness.

The catmint grew along the border and it smelled heavy and sweet as he approached, it was the kind of scent that made his mouth water but he had enough training to know that it made a cat very groggy after eating it. Groggy and in a slightly amplified mood, it was probably the only herb that cats didn't mind chewing in his den. Amongst that scent was something else, the warm smell of freshkill and the sound of someone loudly chewing and tearing at it. He blinked in surprise and moved past the catmint to look around, a broken branch lay shattered on the ground and just south was a funny looking cat in what he thought was a fox burrow. The cat was hungrily tearing into a blackbird and purring with delight with each bite.

"[color=a2d39c]Warmpaw, do you see that?[/color]" he was blinking in confusion but the pale tabby seemed to have heard them and his blue eyes stretched wide. 

He was obviously no older than Warmpaw by the looks of it and he was bulky and skinny all at once with long legs and a blocky head with large ears. His whiskers spanned out on either side of his squared off muzzle and they almost seemed to hang with their weight. His tail was long and paddle-like and covered in dark rings. He was backing into the burrow with fright, his fur bristling along his spine.

"[color=8882be]Oh no, oh no, [i]oh no[/i],[/color]" he moaned with dismay, his ears flattening. "[color=8882be]Oh no. You-[i]you didn't see me![/i] I'm-I'm not here if you don't see me-! Oh by Starclan, my mother would just kill me if she knew-Oh help me.[/color]"
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