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( Doing this in the clearing so the med den isn't crowded with a non-medical thing )
After dealing with the whole situation with his patrol and finally getting his pelt clean as best as he could, Shadowfur decided to continue taking advantage of his productive mood.
He'd been meaning to speak to Elmshadow about taking some extra herb patrols out as part of war preparations. The medicine cats had a lot to do already; having an extra few sets of paws to keep the herb stores stocked would definitely be of aid. He wanted to be able to search for things other than cobwebs and sticks.
So, when he saw the medicine cat out in the clearing, he padded over. "Hey, Elmshadow," he greeted. "Given the coming war, I thought I'd offer to take and send out a few extra herb patrols. I want to know some additional herbs I can have them look for, since all I know are cobwebs and sticks. Of course, if you don't need the extra help, then that's fine as well." He didn't want to make it seem as if he was expecting the medicine cat to agree.
**Elmshadow**
Moving through the clearing on his way away from the nursery, he was stopped by Shadowfur's voice. Not exactly familiar but easily recognizable. He slowed to a stop and turned to look at the enforcer as he started speaking. Elmshadow's mind took a heartbeat to catch up with Shadowfur's meaning but he caught on quickly and understood where he was going with it. He gave a brief nod, "Yes, that would be helpful." He quickly started going over in his mind what he'd seen in the herb stores and what the recent patrols had brought in. An impending war would require plenty of herbs to treat wounds, Yellow bells, marigold, dock, cobwebs, honey, possibly burdock, daisies could be beneficial as well if they could be found, and burnet wouldn't hurt. The stores still had a good amount of honey and the yellow bells were getting restocked though they could certainly use more, same for the burdock. He nodded again, "Yellow bells and marigold should be our priority, and go ahead and grab cobwebs if you see them though we do have a decent stock. I'm not sure if you'll be able to find marigold yet," the prolonged frosts were proving to stave off the regrowth of the beneficial herb, luckily yellow bells seemed to be frost resistant and served the same purpose. "The yellow bells are small bunches of tube-like yellow flowers, they shouldn't be easy to miss. And marigold are round, fluffy flowers, I'm sure you've seen them. Keep an eye out for round white and yellow daisies as well though I believe those will be in the same state as marigold."
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A slender orange tabby cat with long belly fur and brown eyes
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Dawnglare was gone, that was straight forward enough. One day you are running through puddles working on foot work and the next he’s gone just like a dead leaf in a windstorm. Was it slightly frustrating? Perhaps. But it gave way to greater opportunity, not that Dawnglare was remotely bad at being a mentor but there was a chance he could snag an enforcer as a mentor. They were idolized and probably rightly so. He’d only really started to get a feel for shadowclan just as he began his apprenticeship, so he was just catching up. He didn’t know enough of the enforcers to gauge how ready they were for apprentices, except that Mirehound already had one. Cedarpaw if he could remember correctly. That left around five or six different mentor possibilities… if he had his numbers right.
He gently tapped the pads of his paws against the ground in thought. He’d have to approach one of them at some point just to bring up the point he was mentorless and was distressed at the idea he could miss out on a possible raid if training wasn’t picked back up soon. That’s however when another thought clicked in his head just as his eyes passed the shadow ledge. Why not go directly to the source?
Was it a little ambitious? Perhaps. But there was nothing wrong about being forthrightly ambitious in his training goals. (At least not that he could identify at that moment) Would he have rather gone through a deputy? Perhaps an enforcer to get some networking and build reprieve? Of course. However Singepaw liked to figure that Dawnstar was reasonable. In fact a little self righteously he would’ve assumed that this was the exact behaviour she would have appreciated. Jumping through the hurdles could have been risky depending on Dawnstars mood and whatever time of day he caught her, if it was even possible to catch her attention since she just seemed so busy. Especially these days.
He tapped his paw pads against the ground a few more times. Technically it was her job to reassign mentors, though why would you stop there? He could emphasize the fear of missing a raid and perhaps ask her for direct training tips. Again far more ambitious than his already quite straight forward idea, but worth a shot. Pros? Potential one on one training with Dawnstar, gain some kind of notoriety (for the bare minimum) of requesting a new mentor and taking his training into his “own paws”, be prepared for the raid. Cons? He could miscalculate when approaching Dawnstar and catch her when she’s too busy, fail miserably at a training opportunity, get assigned a lack lustre mentor.
He tapped his paw pads one more time before nodding confidently. That’s it. It was decided he would approach Dawnstar whenever he saw her next. Sure there was cons, but there was also a potentially large payout for guts. He nodded again, primarily to reassure himself, before continuing his grooming session he had abandoned.
Today was... boring. Okay, not boring. Well... not super-duper-it's-so-boring-I'm-going-to-chase-my-own-tail boring. More of a quiet boring. It had been that way for a bit. Ever since his Hazely had started avoiding him. It could be worse, really... Mousekit had this amazing new ultra-exclusive-oh-so-cool secret den that Fuzzy had made for him! Which coincidentally was where the little gray tom's rounded ears were poking out from now.
Ever since the... incident, Mousekit didn't really like digging too much anymore. Actually, he didn't like being indoors too much anymore. It was alright, really. When he was with others. He wouldn't get trapped inside and die all alone if there were others there. But! But... he preferred keeping to the outside much much more of late, yep. Fuzzy's den was the exception, though. Because! Because it had been made by his Fuzzy. The black furred tom was the best den builder ever, yep yep yep. And and, he had made this super duper secret den just for him. So he knew, he knew! Fuzzy would never give him a place that would bury him alive. Fuzzy had saved him, so he knew this den was the safest place in all of ShadowClan, yes!
But... even with all that said and done, it got lonely in his secret den, it did, it did. Things weren't as fun when you couldn't share them, and without his Hazely talking to him, he... was having trouble sharing. A little snort escaped the stocky kit as he shifted his head, ears drooping slightly at the thought until... Gasp! Was... was that? Shader! Yes yes yes, it was, it was! Shader was out and about! And no Stinkyshadow in sight! Squirming out from inside his secret den, Mousekit had every intention to rush to Shader's side before dragging her to said super secret den! Instead of it just being his secret, it could be their secret! Oh oh, wouldn't that be fun?! They could play, and talk, and take naps, and make lots of moss balls to surprise Wrenny with as well! It didn't take many steps from the gray tom, however, to realize his friend - not auntie, never auntie, he would adopt her as his sister, fight him - seemed to be... stalking something? No... observing seemed more like it.
Mischief instantly sparkling on the monochromatic kit's verdant hues, the kit instantly dropped to a crouch, tail lashing out playfully, his hindquarters wiggling as he prepared to sneak and pounce on the white furred molly in surprise. At five moons old, the young tom's motions were fluid and well practiced. It was clear from his movements that this was something he did on the often, even with its still kittenish quality. The crouch might have been quite spectacular, as a matter of fact, if it hadn't been for the fact that he kept loudly whispering in a giddy voice the word sneak with every step he took. Mousekit approached the slug watcher with careful, meticulous precision interrupted every so often by chortles of unmitigated glee.
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