[poppy]

@Fletcher

Brackenpaw looked down as a voice called her name. Bouncepaw! She had never actually seen him out of camp. Fresh air was vital to her sanity, maybe his too. Hey, Bouncepaw! She called, making her way down to the ground and then once she got close enough, jumping down. If she rolled her ankle, then that would be ironic as hell, with the medicine cat apprentice right next to her. But she didn't, which was okay too. She didn't want every time she saw this cat he was fixing her up.

I haven't been mauled by dogs recently, so you could say I've been well. She said brightly, dipping her head in greeting to him. How've you been?