Making Perfectpaw his apprentice was the worst decision of Frostface’s life. In the moment it made sense, Perfectkit disrespected the sanctity of herbs and what better way to make him understand their importance than to teach the child himself. But Perfectpaw was just… frustrating to deal with and Frostface had simply assigned himself a fate worse than death. There wasn’t a single day where the pair of them weren’t at each other’s throats. Frostface was would be lucky if he was able to get anything productive done. Why did this stupid brat have to be so frustrating!?!? He wish he had chosen one of Perfectpaw's sisters and his apprentice instead. Moonfall was precise and calculated, perfect for dealing with injuries without room for error, and Tansysong is gentle and warm, perfect for offering comfort to ease suffering. He would of been happy to take either of them to replace Perfectpaw. If Frostface could do over, he'd choose Tansysong as his first choice. Moonfall was a little too full of herself for his taste. But fate handed him... this creature. He sighed. “Perfectpaw, we need more burdock, go get some.” “I’m busy!” Retorted Perfectpaw, trying to hide a fish head with the poppy seeds. “You are NOT! Get that out of the den, you’re going to moisten the herbs!” Frostface snapped back, “Don’t mess with them, if you can’t even tell me what they do!” “Psh, I know what these do, Poppyseeds knock a cat out hard and then they can’t feel pain as much, “Perfectpaw grinned up at his mentor,” I like to slip them into your food when you aren’t looking and then you get too sleepy to yell at me for the rest of the day.” Frostface shivered. He’s created a monster child. “Perfectpaw you better pray to starclan that you are joking, because what you just told me is unforgivable in so many ways,” Frostface growled, using his height as an intimidation tatic. Perfectpaw wasn’t phased, “I was joking. I didn’t actually do that. Maybe.” He grinned, “but I know more herbs that really mess with you. Yarrow makes you barf like crazy, and I can put catchweed in someone’s nest to make them have to spend all day getting the little burrs out, and OOH stinging nettle is fun.” “I swear if you have used ANY of my plants to pull pranks.” “FROSTFACE!” Tansysong ran into the medicine den completely out of breath, “Meadowfoot! Her leg!” She managed to wheeze, “Big tree!” Frostface sped over to her, “Where?” “Shadowclan border, near the deer trail,” she gasped. That was quite the run then. No wonder Tansysong was out of breath. A big tree and Meadowfoot’s leg… If it’s bleeding they’ll need something to soak up the blood, that should be simple enough for Perfectpaw to handle. Frostface turned to his apprentice, “Perfectpaw, go get some typha pods and cobwebs. Frostface turned to go gather materials for a splint. He flipped around when he heard a gasp and then coughing, Perfectpaw had bit into a pod and the fluffy seeds exploded in his mouth. "New prank idea!" He muttered excitedly after spitting out fluff. They followed Tansysong hurriedly to where Meadowfoot was injured. This was quite the walk indeed. Moonfall and Copperwing were already tending to Meadowfoot. There was a large fallen tree with a rock and a firm branch wedged underneath it. Presumably used to get Meadowfoot out from under the tree, and judged by how proud of herself Moonfall looked, it was probably her idea. The two she-cats had done a decent job using moss to soak up blood, but it was time for the expert. Frostface assessed the damage and got to work. Meadowfoot winced and let out a pained whimper. Looks like she got all her screaming out before they arrived. Frostface felt horribly sorry for her. Maybe in another universe she wouldn't have to suffer through this, but such is the way of fate. Perfectpaw peered over his shoulder curiously. "Woah..." he whispered, "Is that what cat bone looks like?" Frostface glanced at his apprentice. He's interested? Maybe just maybe... this could be it...! "Perfectpaw. Do you want to help built the splint?" Perfectpaw grinned. "Please save your bonding for later, I'm literally dying over here," wheezed Meadowfoot.
Goldenfur followed the mysterious new council member like a kitten taking its first steps. She was soooooo curious about literally everything about her. And not to mention… she was kinda hot. Long flowing fur the color of tree bark and clouds. With just a hint of red. Cuddly. And deadly. Goldenfur couldn’t seem to place where she had seen this cat before. She had introduced herself as Laurelwing and claimed that she would be taking a windclan spot on the council. She even got the approval of silverpelt’s speaker day one! And not to mention… Shiningstream was still missing. Good Riddance. but… there no way that Laurelwing had nothing to do with it! Goldenfur had a theory that the pretty she-cat ghost murdered Shiningstream, but she kept it to herself. Wouldn’t want her new friend to get in trouble now would she? “So what the plan for today, Hot stuff?” Goldenfur asked lazily trotting up to Laurelwing. Laurelwing narrowed her brilliant yellow eyes, “Pardon?” She asked in a polite (if you say that again I’ll kill you too kind of) voice Goldenfur tried again, “Whats the plan for today… Bessstie?” One day she’ll push her luck too far and end up dead. A second time. But for now she was firmly on the line. “I’m prospecting,” Hot stuff bestie replied. “Prospecting what?” “Places to ditch curious little critters who don’t know how to mind their own business.” Goldenfur got the message, “Okay! Shutting up commencing now!” She looked around. Woo that is pretty close to the dark forest border. She’d ask why they were here but she already committed to being quiet. Laurelwing examined the border. One could easily see the line where the twisted red trees and dark sky collided with starclan’s glimmering plains. It was a sharp cut off, separating the cruel from the benevolent. Laurelwing walked a long the border for a bit. Silent. If Goldenfur wasn’t loudly blundering behind her, Laurelwing’s presence would be nearly nonexistent. She stopped when she reached a tree split perfectly in half between the starclan side and the dark forest side. Goldenfur felt a little tickled when her new friend glanced over to her. Smiled, and blew. Goldenfur watched intently as Laurelwing blew on the tree. Weird, but okay, whatever floats your boat, murder lady. The air around them seemed to turn still. Color began to drain from the surrounding area and Goldenfur could hear a strange crackle, like sheets of ice being systematically cracked into little shards. When Laurelwing ran out of breath, she had managed to turn a den sized area of starclan and the dark forest a shimmering grey. “What the heck,” blurted Goldenfur.
