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Originally Posted by Duskflight

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Ever since becoming a trainee, Icarius has devoted most of his time to the healers den, finding it cool to be around all of the interesting yet smelly plants as well as being around the patients. He loved being next to his trainer Shadow, in fact, he liked to think he was becoming with good friends with her.
But when he wasn't right next to her, or practicing remembering the herbs that he would need to use when he actually became a healer himself, he was in the clearing running about as if he were still a kit. It was an odd sight to see in the Syndicate, and it was also odd because of his size. He was the largest kit in his litter and appeared as if he might have been muscular, strong, powerful. When in actuality it was nothing but fur and he was a bumbling, tripping mess. He wasn't strong at all, even though he liked to think he was just because of his size. He also liked to think that he was the best at whatever it was that he was doing at the time. He wasn't afraid of making mistakes or doing something wrong, he sort of just rolled with the punches and kept going till he got it right. He wasn't afraid of being yelled at and if he was yelled at, he didn't really seem to be hurt by it. While his physical strength lacked, his mental strength made up for it.
Currently the fluffy young tom by the name of Icarius was rolled onto his back in the middle of the Syndicate clearing, muttering out the names of several herbs and their uses, all the while attempting to catch his own fluffy tail that he held up in the air.
"Borage leaves are oval and tear drop shaped, it tastes bitter but wet moss will help; borage leaves help pregnant queens produce more milk for their kits.. I think that's it for that one.. Right?" He murmured to himself as he strained to reach for the tail, the tip of his tongue now protruding from his mouth as he sat up slightly to wrap his paws around the end of his tail, not paying any mind to any cat that might have been looking at him or paying attention to him.

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The daughter of the false king was out and about, as she usually always was. It was hard for her mother to keep up with her at times, and that was how it usually always was. She was a lot like her father in a sense, but in another sense, she was a lot more different than the false king. She was usually was always outside of the nursery, going her merry way around the camp. It was her usual schedule, besides spending time with her mother, and perhaps playing with her siblings, though she really didn't care as much for them really. She did love them, but... she preferred to play or talk with other kit's, or trainee's. Whatever, didn't matter really all that much. And to Iesha, it really wouldn't matter. Really didn't matter at all that much. Iesha pranced away from entrance of the nursery, struggling to run, being only two moons sucked. You were growing, and while your growing, you have to get used to it, and then you grow a little more, and have to get used to it all over again. Irritating, right? Ugh. She gave a snort to herself, today was a boring day. Maybe, she could go bother someone. Her ear's twitched as she searched around, and the boredom was clear on her muzzle.

Then, she noticed Icarius. Huh. Her half-brother. Interesting. Iesha tilted her head, before walking over to him, a smile on her face. "Hi!" Iesha approached him from the side, looking at him through a tilt of her head, tail lashing. "What are you doing?" The black and white she cat questioned, a innocent grin on her face. So innocent indeed. It sounded like he was listing, something. Iesha didn't know what it was, maybe it was herbs? She honestly didn't care all that much about what he was doing. As long as she wasn't bored out of her mind. Conversation would be fine for her. They were related, I guess.