Unexpectedly funny was one way to describe it. Perfectkit was made the medicine cat apprentice for angering Frostface one too many times. Moonkit was sure that Perfectkit now Perfectpaw wouldn't find this funny at all. He would consider this the worst possible thing to ever happen to him. She was certain that Frostface would regret his decision upon calming down. But Frostface would be too prideful and stubborn than admit he made a wrong decision in regards to punishing Perfectpaw. It was funny, because not even a week ago, after an argument with Perfectkit, she had almost blurted out to Frosttface that she wanted to be a medicine cat apprentice. Just to prove he wasn't evil to Perfectkit. But she held her tongue. Wouldn't want to rush a career choice over a silly argument after all. But now. She's glad she did. Moonkit snorted loudly from holding back her laughter. Only Tansykit noticed. "Good call, Moonpaw," Rainspeck purred, "If the waters are too rough where we normally fish, where do we go instead?" "Either to the lake or to a shallower stream." Moonpaw responded, "Anywhere that the water is moving slowly." "Good job!" Rainspeck beamed, "We'll head over to the lake for hunting practice today." The dilute calico seemed to be in a good mood. Moonpaw enjoyed hunting in the lake. It was fun to chase fish around and see how long she can hold her breath. At one point she even beat Rainspeck by a few seconds. She and Rainspeck spent about an hour fishing but had to stop when her mentor seemed to be getting out of breath. "You okay?" Moonpaw mewed. "Mhm," sighed Rainspeck, "Moonpaw, I'm gonna be honest with you. You might have to get a new mentor soon." Moonpaw felt a little sad upon hearing that. She enjoyed having Rainspeck as a mentor. "Moving to the nursery soon?" "Yeah. Probably." "Congrats to you and Clayspots though." "Thank you. Moonpaw." Moonpaw's new mentor was Blizzardstrike. She didn't mind being taught by him. He knew what he was doing. But... Moonpaw felt their personalities were too similar. She found herself growing bored. She missed Rainspeck. But Rainspeck was right over there, just in the nursery. Unable to keep up with her younger and more lithe apprentice anymore. Moonpaw needed something to do. Something to think about. "Blizzardstrike can you teach me something new?" Blizzardstrike looked puzzled, "But we are working on your sideswipes. You're still not that great at them." "I know, I know. But. maybe something not physically challenging... but like mentally challenging?" "... Mentally challenging?" "Yes." "Ah... Hm... If... a friend of yours. Never leaves their den, because they are stressed and are having difficulty completing their duties. But they are responsible for a large group of cats, but so their responsibility falls on you but you also have your own responsibilities to take care of, and it makes you feel overworked and a little under appreciated... How do fix it?" Moonpaw thought for a second. Rainspeck was unable to do her duties due to a physical limitation so she stepped down and had someone else pick up where she left off... So if this cat had a mental limitation that makes it difficult for them to do the things they need to do... Shouldn't they do the same thing? "I guess see if they need a break and find someone to take over what they need to do till they recover and then find another cat that is able to share my duties or do theirs?" Blizzardstrike seems to ponder this for a moment. "Thank you, Moonpaw. I will go ask." And then he left. Moonpaw narrowed her eyes. Did the riverclan deputy really just ask his apprentice for advice about the riverclan leader? And then stop mid-training session to go follow said advice? Moonpaw shook her head in disbelief. What a clan she lived in.
Mom wasn't moving. Dovling shook her harder "Mom please." Jack wasn't back yet. He was supposed to go get more food but he had been gone for a day so far and Dovling was already worried out of her mind. "There's gotta be something to eat around here," She mutters, "Gotta feed mom." She was pretty small and scrawny for her age. Jack had told that she was malnourished since Mom struggled to feed her when she was a kitten. She was rather nervous to leave mom. But mom needed food and Jack wasn't back yet so... Dovling jumps upon hearing a loud crashing sound. She hasn't made it too far away from the box that they were using as a den. She dashes back inside to safety. Her white fur pricking as far as it can go, hind legs pressing into her mother's side. "Dovling?" A voice calls from outside. It wasn't Jack. IT WASN'T HER BROTHER. She kept quiet. "Um Jack... Sent me. I have food?" That was enough for Dovling to hear. Stranger danger was one thing but if they have food and knew her brother, then... It should be fine. Right? The owner of the voice was a large grey dog. He towered over Dovling, jowls dripping with saliva. Sharp teeth clamped down on a massive goose. "Please don't run or be scared, I promise I'm nice," the dog hurriedly explains and drops the goose on the ground. "See if you can get your mom to eat any of this." Very carefully, Dovling peeks out of the box. She sinks her claws into the bird and attempts to drag it into the box. Its nearly as big as her and she struggles to move it. The dog has to help. With food in front of her, mom starts to eat. And Dovling can't control herself any longer, it's been so long since she's had a full belly. The dog quietly watches Doveling scarf down bite after bite, his tail thumping softly from side to side. "Jack wants to let you know that he's okay, he just got caught up in something. Um. I'm a friend of his. Your mom might remember me. Jack says that I should look after you two until he gets back." Dovling's lip quivers, "Thank you... um..." "I'm Benny," says Benny.
