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20 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive
The lithe calico walked behind most of her clanmates, white pelt gleaming in the moonlight as she stared around in veiled wonder. She knew she'd been here before. Enough that the place itself was familiar. The ritual scratching at the back of her mind with knowledge hiding in the darkest recesses of her mind. But having had a vague idea of the matter and living through it was a separate thing altogether, and the amount of cats before her was simply staggering. Still, she'd been living for moons now masking her expressions well enough. The cheeky, smug grin that had grown synonymous with her plastered over her face as the stared up the rocks, finding the spot were the leaders sat talking in amicable enough manner before almond shaped eyes settled on three cats already gathered where she was meant to sit.
Two she recognized instantly. The ThunderClan medicine cat - or rather one of them - Springlight alongside the ShadowClan healer, Mossfreckle. The third... however... That wasn't Drizzlecloud. Not even remotely similar. So who was this tom? Younger than her for certain, albeit perhaps not by as much as most other apprentices, not having seen two full seasonal cycles herself. Nose wrinkling with curiosity, dark socked paws crossed the sandy shores, her toes wiggling at the different feel of the sand when compared to the moor's almost dry, barren ground. She was a feline on a mission, however, and had no time to waste being amused by the composition of the soil - or lack thereof - instead keeping to her task, leaping with ease as she took her place with the trio.
"Evening, loves," the herbalist purred, announcing her arrival as she sat, long tail curling around her paws.
"Now, I know what you lot are thinking! It's been far too long since you've gazed upon this beauty of a face, and that should simply not be allowed. As penance, I shall try and hold my tongue for tonight and let you lovelies take the stage. Least I can do to appease your pretty little mugs, innit?"
A teasing wink accompanying her words, the molly pokes her tongue out as a small purr escapes her. As if to drive the point further, she lifts a paw and begins grooming between her toes, grains of sand making their home there. Alright. Note to self. Sand may be fun, but it gets everywhere. She could almost swear she had some stuck to her ear by now. Stars alive, she would need to roll around in the moss when she got back home just to clear up her pelt. Thank the stars she had short fur. Couldn't imagine the nightmare it would be to have to deal with these devilish grains on a longer pelt. Right bloody tiff she would throw at that, she would.
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