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Foxpaw…

Right. Her name was Foxpaw now.

The molly wrinkled her muzzle a bit at the name. She’d thought her apprentice days were behind her and when she’d accepted the offer of being a medicine cat apprentice she hadn’t entirely thought it through. She wasn’t much use to her clan as a warrior and that had been especially true with the deaths of her family fresh on her mind.

Including her foolish brother...

A little pinprick of pain nipped at her heart and she took a deep breath, letting the pungent scent of the herb store fill her nostrils as if they would clear her thoughts. They only made her want to sneeze.

She’d been reduced to, what she perceived as, menial chores while she learned the herbs. Her paws itched to join the hunting patrols that were gathering just out of earshot or even to accompany Flamehowl for picking fresh herbs. Instead she was “holding down the fort” like a kit, struggling to memorize the stupid herbs and their stinks.

She crouched in front of the bundles, squinting her green eyes as if it would help her match names to the herbs to do so.

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[attr="class","khaltable"]There had been a bit of change in WindClan. Skypaw left for ShadowClan, then days later - was known as Skywhisper...And Flamehowl took some time to farewell his apprentice. But, then he chose another - one, many didn't seem to expect. A deep ruddy warrior. Foxpaw was older than she was; a very unusual fact for an apprentice. But, medicine cats didn't always follow traditional warrior ways. They had their own methods.

Foxpaw had been the clan's medicine cat apprentice for a short time now. But, she already had her warrior named stripped. It was still unusual to her; why a warrior seemed to be the clan's next medicine cat. Was it a role she even wanted? Sequoiasnow entered through the camp; her long leopard-like tail flicking from side to side. A rabbit hung loosely in the female's jaws. At first glance, Sequoiasnow was a large, formidable seeming warrior. She was long, slender and tall much like her namesake. Her green eyes drifted across to the medicine cat apprentice and she motioned to the rabbit; silently asking whether Foxpaw wanted to share a meal.

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The young molly’s ears pricked to attention as someone entered the camp, jade eyes alighting with hope that it might’ve been Flamehowl returning to give her something else to do. Her expression fell noticeably as she recognized a familiar snowy, spotted pelt.

Sequoiasnow.

She brought with her a rabbit, probably freshly caught. She tried not to linger on the memory of the adrenaline that coursed through her whenever she was on the trail of a rabbit.

A slight movement, a gesture to the rabbit in her jaws had the medicine cat apprentice blinking in confusion. It took Foxpaw a moment to realize the younger warrior was offering to share a meal.

It felt strange to be… invited.

The molly got to her paws, thankful to be stepping out of the cloud of herb scents for a moment as she padded towards Sequoiasnow. Words seemed to evade her for a brief second.


“Rabbit too much for one cat, huh?” her tone seemed awkward and possibly teasing. “I guess I can help you out. Not like I’m busy anyway,” she muttered the last bit more to herself than to the warrior.

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She lifted her head curiously as she noted Foxpaw's expression fell at her appearance. Well I see how it is.. Pleasure to see you too, she thought to herself. Sequoiasnow exhaled a slow sigh, instantly feeling a little uncomfortable. It only seemed to grow at Foxpaw's lack of response. Eventually; the cat seemed to realize what was going on. Foxpaw was formerly a warrior, but it seemed she was unaccustomed almost to a friendly face? Or, perhaps she had never tried to share a meal with a medicine cat apprentice? Or, maybe she was just an awkward molly? Sequoiasnow mentally shrugged, pushing her thoughts of the strange, awkward molly to the side.

The Bengal had a smile split across her spotted maw. "You and Flamehowl have been working fairly hard as of late - thought you might enjoy a little bite to eat," she said. The warrior nudged the brown pelted creature across to the ruddy feline. "Hope you're hungry?" She tilt her head a little at the last sentence of the former warrior. How...curious? "Are you getting a bit bored of your medicine cat life?" She asked; a genuine question. Sequoiasnow knew that medicine was a very large change of pace from warriorhood. Perhaps the molly wasn't enjoying the new change, perhaps it simply wasn't what she thought it would be?

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“Hm, I guess so,” she agreed at the mention of being busy. Perhaps Flamehowl was busy, but she honestly felt the opposite.

“You bet your tail I’m hungry,” she said matter-of-factly before taking a bite from the rabbit. It felt… wrong to eat when she hadn’t hunted herself, but hunting wasn’t her expertise anymore. Learning to heal was. She still had a mouthful of rabbit in her maw as Sequoiasnow questioned whether she was bored of medicine cat life. She swallowed, looking thoughtful before heaving a big sigh.

“Not all it's cracked up to be I guess. A lot of memorizing right now. Too many different names for herbs. The smell is awful. I dunno how Flamehowl stands it, but that comes with seasons of sitting in a den full of them I imagine.” she suddenly became a little chatterbox as she seemed to air her grievances. “Doesn’t matter what they’re called as long as I know how to use ‘em, right?” She looked up at the sky, wrinkling her muzzle a bit.

“But the head honchos in the stars picked me and I decided to… embrace it, I guess. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting… frustrated with my “tasks” though."

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Sequoiasnow got the feeling that perhaps the ruddy colored healer wasn't really feeling fulfilled with her new job. The she-cat felt bad for her; it must have been hard suddenly having to change her entire lifestyle, all because StarClan said so. And if she wasn't feeling busy, or keeping herself occupied; it was no wonder she was feeling a little lackluster.

She smiled as the healer took some of the rabbit. She was obviously hungry and the warrior had no quarrels with sharing her prey. She listened as the healer went on; telling her about her new role and how she had to try and memorize so many different herbs and their names. Sequoiasnow felt her smile grow wider; curve into a cheeky smirk almost, "I think I'd forget their names and their uses more often than not," she chirped back. She didn't know an answer to her question though; about not knowing the names, only knowing uses. That was definitely more for Flamehowl. She flicked her tail from side to side, her long white whiskers twitched as she spoke, "Why frustrated? Just too much to try and take in?"

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"Exactly!" she mewed in exaggerated, exasperation as Sequoiasnow seemed to agree with her about memorizing herbs.

She wasn't sure why but the warrior's grin seemed to make her feel warm. It almost felt like talking with Firefoot again. How long had it been since she'd been able to talk like this? But she shrugged the thought off as fast as it came.

Her momentum seemed to falter a bit at remembering her late brother and it almost showed in her voice as she spoke, "I'll probably be as old as Flamehowl by the time I get it all in my head. Couldn't image trying to cram all that in as an apprentice," she joked half-heartedly, nearly forgetting that she was an apprentice again. She welcomed the distraction of another question with a tilt of her head.

"It's not just that its..." She trailed off, her tail tip flicking as she searched for the right words. "Yeah its a lot, but... I feel like I'm doing menial work again. Like I did somethin' bad and the leader gave me a slap on the paw before assigning me to tick duty with the elders. I dunno. Does that make sense?"

Like I'm being punished... She didn't say the last bit aloud.

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Sequoiasnow felt warm and comfortable that the medicine cat apprentice could talk so openly with her. She knew that it must have been a really hard change for Foxpaw, and everyone deserved to have someone on their side - someone to talk to, someone to go to for support. Maybe she could be that helpful guide for Foxpaw? However, the warrior noticed the she-cat's voice faltered. She wondered if a thought came to the she-cat, dampening her thoughts.

"I'm sure you'll be okay," she said with a soft voice of reassurance. "It takes time, and you know - I'm sure that even now Flamehowl is still learning new things. It seems like a role where you never stop learning and I'm sure that it will get easier with time." She twitched her long white whiskers as the other spoke, giving an insight into her day to day. She could see how doing menial work would be frustrating; especially for someone who was fully trained as a warrior. She nodded in understanding. "I understand," she said with a slow sigh, "I have to admit...But, I wondered if that was a challenge? Going from warriorhood to apprenticeship? Has Flamehowl given some insight into this? Maybe why StarClan chose you? I guess destiny. Is it enjoyable, at least?"

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