What if Fleapaw followed his dreams and actually became a medic?
You peer into the medic den and see a grey cat busily sorting herbs, blackberry flowers carefully wrapped into his tail. He hums, the scent of rosemary and lavender carrying in the den. It has a purpose, to ward fleas off his paitents. Afterall, whats a medic if he just gives his paitents more problems? After all, he is happy. Doing his dream of helping cats.. And maybe, giving justice to his own brother.
