[SpiritWolf_yt]

Originally Posted by Alchemist Kitsune

| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive

With herb patrols taken care of and most patients well on their way to recovery, Lightningstorm found herself wandering around camp, poking her head into the different dens to ensure that everyone was doing alright. Warriors seemed to be stubborn by nature, not approaching the medicine cats no matter how dire their affliction. It was never pretty, and it was never without consequence. The felines in question tended to end up more ill than if they'd simply had the common sense to go to the healers at the first sign of trouble, and the amount of herbs required to help usually doubled or tripled in quantity. With the elders, the calico would admit she was a little more lenient. They had been smart enough to reach old age, an oddity in the clans. Their stubbornness was more bearable somehow. At the very least they had earned it through their gained wisdom, seeing more seasons than most cats would ever dream of in their lives.

Her mind on the old timers now, the lithe calico silently drifted into their den. There were five elders in WindClan. Truth be told, she couldn't remember a time when there had been so many gray-pelts in there, but she wouldn't complain. It meant at least one thing was going WindClan's way of late, which had sadly not been the norm ever since the fire. No... ever since the plague. A small shudder rippling through the young she-cat's spine, she allowed her eyes to become adjusted to the darkness of the den - a quick matter, with her own den being far darker in comparison - quietly looking about, ensuring no elder was in need of attention before going about her day.

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| Open |

Ashclaw Sat down and scratched his pelt with his back legs before laying down, his blue eyes looking to the entrance of where lightningpaw seemed to be standing at. The grey tom yawned as he smiled"Hello lightningpaw how are you?" he greeted in a hushed voice.

Fireflame however grumbled as ashclaw spoke in his hushed voice, Of course his hushed voice was worse then himself talking in a normal voice. the molly stretched her tail as she looked at lightningpaw, her tired eyes barely awakening as she dipped her head in a silent greetings, her head turning to ashclaw as she saw him scratch himself*probably getting ticks since your scratching you old lump of laziness* she thought while looking at lightningpaw

[ quickly got bored so i figured a small roleplay would be nice for the 3 to interact]