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Pinesimmer was arrogant as could be, and as such, the medicine cat had no problems in strolling directly into another clan's land. Why? Well, he wanted herbs. Or maybe he wanted a fling. Or had a death sentence. Or simply had a god complex. Or, all of the above. Not that he had the strength to back up his attitude. A leaf had a better chance of hitting hard than the NightClan medicine cat did. Did that fact stop him? No, of course not.
Post by complacentdevil on Nov 27, 2021 19:40:00 GMT -5
"Aren't you supposed to be babysitting Summerclan?" growled the normally smooth and quiet voice of Weaselpaw, Fallclans medicine cat staring down at the medicine cat of Nightclan. Of all kinds of cat he wanted to see, this was the last one. He shuffled his paws on the branch that he sat on, icy blues staring out over the shadows of the remaining leaves on the trees. Even in leaf-bare the trees here had adapted to holding on for a while.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 12, 2021 21:57:07 GMT -5
"I get bored sometimes. Whats the problem, I thought medicine cats were welcome? Maybe mind yours and I'll mind mine." Pinesimmer quipped back sharply, glaring down his long muzzle at the medicine cat of FallClan that was before him.
Post by complacentdevil on Dec 18, 2021 3:10:21 GMT -5
"Or maybe you wont mind yours, you never seem to anyways," replied the younger tom, his tone sour. He flicked his tail, knocking a leaf down to send it spiraling from the branch that he sat on. "Seems like Summerclan is babysitting you anyways," he huffed, his pelt bristling. "Fallclan doesnt need to follow all the rules everyone else does, and even if we did, your case is an exception."
