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Mosspaw made her way into the clearing with the others and then made her way towards the medicine cat. As she drew closer, she heard the words, "Starcats way of singing with us," and was confused. 'Starcats? Doesn't she mean StarClan?' she wondered. Shrugging it away, she called from the entrance, "Hailstorm? Is it alright to come in? Is Hallowpaw alright?" she asked, then added, "I grabbed some of the coltsfoot..." she explained, giving a reason for her being there. 

Runningpaw made his way in after Mosspaw, his eyes searching for Hallowpaw. He spotted Mosspaw carrying the herbs to the medicine cat den and figured that the apprentice was in there. He looked around for someone and spotted Sparkpaw and he approached cautiously, pale eyes diverted on the ground and wary. "Um, have you seen...I mean, is Hallowpaw alright?" he asked, wondering how she was but treading lightly with the other apprentice.

Leafblaze nodded in agreement to Hollyfire. Physical wounds would heal, in time. But mental and emotional ones? Those could last forever... Her thoughts involuntary led her eyes to travel across the camp and find Duskclaw, where they lingered for a moment. Seeing him made her heart ache anew, and she wished that she could just go over and be close and forget the space that had grown like a cavern between them. Hollyfire's words drug her back to reality and she looked over and nodded. "Alright," she mewed, trying to push thoughts of Duskclaw to the back of her mind.

Hailstorm turned his attention away from Hollowpaw. "Come on in and set them by the wall, Mosspaw." he meowed, glancing at Hollowpaw, hoping she'd be fine.

Sparkpaw looked at Runningpaw and shrugged. "I don't know. Hailstorm rushed into camp and  ushered her off to the Medicine Cat den. I think Hollowpaw didn't like everyone crowding her and watching her."

Grasswhisker's eyes widened in shock as he listened, ears drooping slightly. "What was Maplestar's reason?" he asked, then looked up at Hollyfire. Worry suddenly in his eyes, he jumped up as he waited for information.

Mosspaw made her way slowly into the medicine cat den and looked over, seeing Hallowpaw. She seemed shaken up, but Mosspaw couldn't see any injuries on her. She made her way to the wall and set the coltsfoot down. She quickly hurried back to the entrance, feeling like she was intruding, but she hesitated. "Do...do you need any help?" she asked, looking between Hailstorm and Hallowpaw, having no idea what was wrong with the other apprentice.

Runningpaw nodded, then fell silent, thinking. What could've caused Hallowpaw to suddenly just drop like that? He was right there when it happened... She wasn't physically injured, unless she was really sick or something on the inside was wrong. There had been no large marks on her pelt that would've caused her to go unconcious.....

Hailstorm smiled at Mosspaw. "Go take a quick nap, you have a night ambush." once she was gone, he turned to Hollowpaw. "tell me about when you could remember everything, except your past, how far back can you go?" he asked, hoping for a trail leading up until she got to the clan. maybe the clan was all she could remember...

Mosspaw gave a small nod and returned his smile with a small one of her own. She walked out of the medicine cat den and her mind turned to Hallowpaw. It seemed that Hallowpaw would be fine, but Mosspaw wondered what exactly had happened. As she continued to walk, she turned her head to glance back at the medicine cat den, as if the answer would be written there. As she turned back, her face bumped into something furry and she quickly took a step back, glad that she hadn't been moving quickly. "Oh, sor--" she cut off as she realized who exactly she'd run into. "Springpaw..." she added, her voice a mixture of an actual apology and weariness. Mosspaw didn't want to be mean though... Maybe Springpaw had decided to drop her teasing...

"Hey Mosspaw!" Sparkpaw meowed. "What were those plants you were carrying?" he asked, then cocked his head at the other apprentices. "so, cobwebs go on a wound... and something else. I think we may have a little more time before Hailstorm asks us." His duel-colored eyes slid to the Medicine cat's den, he hoped Hollowpaw wasn't in terrible shape.

Hallowpaw frowns and looks down shivering "A-after I fell off the cliff, I-i remember the sound of rushing water, It was- It was a waterfall! I remember it ran down the whole valley from the river near our group....and I remember hitting the waterand going off of it, I-i was in so much pain that I just let the water take me for days untill it became a small stream....and I somehow dragged myself to a rotting tree stup and just layed there when Grasswhisker found me along with Blackstar and Tangelfoot..." She looks up "C-can I go thank Runningpaw now? I feel b-bad for scareing him like that..."

Hollyfire looks away sadly "Wheatly was'nt allowed to stay.....anyway," she looks at Grasswhisker with consern "Did anything strange happen while you and Hallowpaw where out? She just passed out for no reason that I could see."

Mosspaw looked over at Sparkpaw, using that to take a small step away from Springpaw to look at the tom as she spoke. "Coltsfoot..." she mewed confidently before he continued. "And after cobwebs you put mar--" she cut herself off as she realized that they had to figure it out themselves. At least, she thought so. But...how did they not know that? Was that odd that she knew that? Didn't they even care to ask what Hailstorm was doing when he was fixing them up?

Springpaw jumped in suprise as something shoved into her side, a paw raised ready to retaliate as her silver eyes peered anxiously at the other cat. "Oh, hi Mosspaw!!" the tiny tabby purred, tail waving frantically with barely contained excitement. She had just mentioned Hailstorm's name when she was oh so very rudely interrupted by that furball Sparkpaw. She forgot her question and sudden anger immediatly. "Coltsfoot?" she questioned, head cocked curiously to the side. "Is that a cat?" She blinked in innocent bewilderment.

Grasswhisker had leapt to his feet and paced anxiously, green eyes nervous as he sent frantic glances in the Medicine Cat's den's direction. "She, um, felt dizzy. She said she felt better after she ate something, the went on about...." the tabby trailed off, stopping his march as a single coherent thought crossed his mind. Softstep said that he might be a confident for the apprentice, so maybe blabbing all her secrets might not be a great idea...

"Wait... what's a colt?" Sparkpaw, the ever oblivious, asked, confused.

Mosspaw stared at Springpaw as if she'd just sprouted another head. "Is Coltsfoot a cat?" she repeated slowly as if she'd misheard her. Then Sparkpaw spoke up as well. Mosspaw looked between Springpaw and Sparkpaw, waiting for them to burst into laughter over her bewildered face. But it didn't come. "Um...well, no, not exactly, Springpaw. And...I don't really know, Sparkpaw, but...coltsfoot was the herb a carried in. The yellow flower, looks a little like a dandelion?" she mewed, blue eyes flicking back and forth between them for some form of recognition. Did they really not even know the name of it? Granted, in their favor, it wasn't one of the most basic and known herbs... 

"You know so much about herbs!" Sparkpaw said. "Do you know what you use coltsfoot for?" he asked, wanting to see what she would say. she knew so much! It was really cool. his thoughts were evident on his ginger face.

Springpaw soon grew bored of the herb lesson, pink nose scrunched as she fought back a yawn. "Well, I think it sounds like a warrior name," she remarked, flicking her tail, "And what's the whole point of learning about stupid herbs? Isn't that what Hailstorm is for?"

Mosspaw looked at Springpaw and a small smile showed on her face. He seemed genuinely interested, and she flicked her tail, trying to hide her pride at the compliment, but not doing very well. "Yeah. Coltsfoot helps breathing, especially for when kittens have coughs," she mewed, then her face scrunched up. "There's something else to....something...about paws..." she said, then shrugged. "Sorry, I can't remember the other thing Sparkpaw." she mewed, then looked at Springpaw. Annoyance flared in her eyes. "Yeah? What if you get lost or stranded by yourself? Great, you can hunt, even protect yourself, but when you get sick or injured, you sit there, stranded, as helpless as a kit," she mewed. The words held a little more sting than normal, but that was because if was directed at Springpaw, who rubbed her fur that wrong way. "And Hailstorm isn't just some mobile, first-aid for injured cats! It takes a lot of work, especially mentally to be able to do it!" she said, hating how Springpaw just brushed away the idea of a Medicine Cat.

Springpaw flinched back, silvery eyes widening in surprise, then darkening in a mix of hurt and anger. "Look at you," she hissed, ears pinned tight against her skull as she stood in a low crouch. "Defending your true love." Her voice accented those words, her stance taking one of malice and superiority that would have been comical on the tiny apprentice if not for the situation. "Why don't you just join him? Then you can fawn over him while sorting plants. Clearly, you don't seem cut out to be a warrior. Breaking the warrior code and all."

"Um... I'm just gonna go over here..." Sparkpaw said ackwardly, backing away. He hoped they wouldn't actually start beating each other up...