Midnightpaw
Shadowclan
She/her
99/100
A kit had been apprenticed, and some reassignments…
“Bleedingpaw!” Midnightpaw cheered the new apprentice’s name–even with the evident exhaustion written within her demeanor alone, she wasn’t going to not celebrate an apprenticeship.
Reassignments, reassignments, mention of missing cats.. Mossfreckle taking up the medicine cat mantle and–
Grousepaw? Really,
that guy? Midnightpaw’s ear twitched as she lifted her head to seek out the tom amongst the crowd. In all honesty, she didn’t know him very well, if at all. They went on one patrol together and she thought he was a bit of an oddity–but if Mossfreckle had chosen him as the new medicine cat apprentice, then hoot’n haw, that just meant she probably wouldn’t have to go on another patrol with the guy. Was this a jealousy thing? No, not at all–she didn’t want to work with herbs at all. The job was all Grousepaw’s–she just thought he was downright
weird.
With a few long blinks, she decided to move on.
[ @
redshiftreign for you to see the haterism in action but other than that open ]