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the grey tabby she-cat nodded in response, and with that seemed to decide that the moment for confrontation was over.as she settled onto her paws, timberpaw felt the muscles in his own shoulders begin to relax and the anxiety in his veins begin to thaw. "that's right," she began, explaining her connection with starclan. he almost envied her near borderless connections with the other clans, her given-right by starclan to move between the lands unscathed. her ability to see warriors for individual souls, and souls alone without the political allegiance. he envied that peace in her heart. she would never have to draw blood from another warrior, purely because they were from one clan and he was from another.

"... but these are catmint." she was gesturing to the herbs at her paws now, as timberpaw lowered his gaze to inspect them. he would not have known the herb by name, but he recognized that same scent that wafted from the medicine cat's den from time to time. when she mentioned green cough, his pelt prickled with unease. "skyclan doesn't have green cough, does it?" there was a small urgency in his voice at the thought of the sickness moving between the clans.

then he caught himself and shoot his head. "i'm sorry, you don't have to answer that, i shouldn't have asked." it wasn't his intention to pry into the she-cat for clan secrets. he reminded himself that this was a skyclan cat, medicine cat or not, he couldn't be as open with her as he could with his own clan mates.

"what's a warrior apprentice doing all alone? don't you normally hunt with your mentors?" that was better, a safer topic. timberpaw shrugged his shoulders - she was right. his time was probably better spent under his mentor's care. "it's just nice to get out sometimes, alone. i feel like i can breathe out here without the noise of camp or someone always looking over my shoulder, you know?" could the medicine cat apprentice relate to that? she didn't have to share a den with all the other apprentices, or embark in fleets or on patrols. timberpaw loathed it, but perhaps the she-cat felt isolated by it.