A MEDICINE CAT'S JOB IS NEVER DONE [OPEN]

Petalnose slowly crept into her den with a mouthful of herbs. She had just returned from get more herbs to restock her supplies. The season of newleaf had come, giving hope for more prey to her clan. The medicine cat knew better than anyone that prey was more scarce around her clans territory. Even with more prey the clan was left weaker than the others, and weak cats meant they were more prone to sickness.

The pale she-cat padded toward her stores in the back of her den and placed her gathered herbs on the ground. As she sorted through them her mind began to wonder about what her leader would do with the recent accusations on shadowclan stealing kits. Petalnose knew that her clan would never stoop to such a level. Even if they did, it would only be more mouths to feed and that was the last thing shadowclan needed.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard the sound of pawstep coming from just outside her den's enterance. She did not turn to greet who ever had just padded in, only continuing to organize her herb stores. She waited for the other to make their presence known to her, if they wanted to.