The sleek tom approached and dipped into the den, meowing a greeting to the medicine cat.

"How are the herbs?" he asked, a mite nervous. It was all so finicky. Living in the mountains now. Not as many areas to hunt, not so many herbs.. they had to be careful of falling and such. But the cats were getting better at climbing, so that was becoming less of a problem.

The rosetted tom stretched out on a rock he was sunning on before hopping down and grumbling at the resistance in his muscles. He spotted a nervous apprentice across the way... ah, it was his. Hopepaw. Yes. He had almost forgotten... quite stupid of him.

"Hopepaw, dear. With me." He called softly, making a gesture with his head to the camp entrance, making his way to the gravelly slope. Now would be a good time to show the little thing about and maybe cover some basics.

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The tom chuckled and nodded, making sure she was following him before continuing up the slope and into the territory.

"I thought we could do our tour today, yes?" He said with a smile. She really shouldn't be so nervous, he wa her mentor after all.

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