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SILENTSONG

The sun peaked over the top of the trees, burning down on her shoulder blades as she lowered her head, scanning the grass and the undergrowth with her large, silent eyes. She was often a quiet cat, only ever spoke when she was spoken to and even then her thoughts were a more private matter. Even now when she was out wandering about searching for herbs, the only thing on her mind was the herbs. Nothing more. It was simple now, much easier than when she had first started out. After all, after several long moons of living with three legs and a useless forth, she could move as well as any other cat. Her balance was not as terrible as it had been, but it definitely wasn't the best. Not at all.

She should have had an escort, she knew. But Crookedgaze was busy with other warrior duties and she didn't want to bother anyone. After all, she was a big enough problem without having to bother every warrior in camp. Let's see here. I need... goodness, what do I need? She thought, pausing in her movements as a sudden set of panic settled in her muscles. She realized she had almost no idea what she needed and now she needed to come up with that list. Cobwebs. I know I need cobwebs. She thought bitterly, flicking her tail slowly back and forth to keep her balance. Marigold. Some mint. I'm low on mint. She continued, hobbling along on three legs. Her bright eyes scanning the slightly flooded field.

She knew she couldn't wander to close to the water, not wanting to fall into the puddle or slide into the puddle. So she stayed far enough away, but knew the mint would be closer to the water. Silentsong licked her lips and closed her eyes for several long moments, hobbling slowly closer to the water. She needed to be careful. To prevent from falling in...

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It was one of those not-so-rare times where the warrior had been put in a bad mood and stalked out of camp, his paws hitting the ground with a powerful force, unusual coming from the tom's small and light body. With his teeth clenched, Littlestorm stared dead ahead, not wanting to see if he was being followed by some concerned bleeding heart from the Clan, knowing he would feel guilty if he made another cat worry about him.

But frankly, they should have known better. Yes, Littlestorm was a small cat, but he hated that others needed to point out the obvious. Should he have to mentioned that the sky was blue? Or that the sun was in the sky just like it was yesterday?

The tom was silently fuming, feeling all of his desire to do anything evaporating. Hunting wasn't really something the Clan needed at the moment, and there was already a border patrol, and over all the tom just didn't want to be around someone who he would have to talk to. Littlestorm had covered a lot of ground, putting fair distance between the camp and himself, and now that he had done so the tom slowed his pace and started looking around. He found himself in the damper part of LightningClan territory, not that he minded or anything, but it seemed like a good, deserted place to cool his head for a bit.

Although, it didn't take long for the tom to realize he wasn't alone. He spotted Silentsong, the medicine cat, who appeared to be quite busy with something. Curiosity overcame the tom's previous anger, and he padded up to the she-cat, making sure his steps could be heard so she wouldn't be surprised, before meowing a quick greeting. "Hello, Silentsong. What are you up to?"

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SILENTSONG

Silentsong hobbled peacefully around the water, back and forth, pacing. She was attempting to figure out the best way t get as close to the water as she could without knocking herself over or getting herself submerged in the puddle. Last thing the clan needed, after all, was a dead medicine cat. Especially since she had no successor. The marble tabby flicked her bushy tail back and forth across the ground before lowering herself onto her haunches. Only a foot away from the waterside was a thick plant of mint and usually if she had taken Crookedgaze out here he would have been able to fetch it, where as now she was left standing there looking like an idiot. She couldn't get any closer on the sloped land, not with her leg. She would surely roll down the cursed hill and then not be able to hobble back up. But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of paw steps. As if instinct had kicked in, the she-cats maw parted, but the only thing that she could scent was LightningClan.

Hello, Silentsong. What are you up to? Silentsong turned, sending a glance with her bright yellow-green eyes and a friendly smile touched her face. It was indeed a clanmate, and lucky for her an able body one. He surely wouldn't mind helping her, would he? Well she wouldn't ask immediately after all, that would be rude. "Hi Littlestorm. I decided I was going to go out and collect herbs this morning. And yourself?" Her eyes lingered on him for several moments and she gave him a look of concern, tilting her head to one side. "Is everything all right?" He didn't seem as aggravated in this moment, but there still seemed to be something there. She wanted to know, saw no sense in seeing another clanmate upset or angry if there was something she could do about it. After all, it was sort of her job and all that.

Her eyes flicked back down at the mint for a moment, before turning her attention back to her fellow clan-mate. She often wondered how it was to be able to have four working legs and what it was like to train to become a warrior. But honestly, she wouldn't have it any other way. Her life had indeed been a harsh one in the eyes of most cats, but others were less lucky with their travels. She saw no sense in worrying about them when there was something she could do to make others feel better too. Her tail curled around her three good paws, the fourth leg stuck out awkwardly, mangled and stiff, scarred almost beyond recognition. The only thing that made it quite easy to tell that it was a leg was that it was attached to her body. Other than that, there was nothing that suggested it could have at one time been a normal, working limb.

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The tom bowed his head respectfully, and quite happily, at the medicine cat's response. "That's good, I guess..." he meowed in response. When it came to make small conversation, he tended to be a rather awkward cat, and his ears flattened when Silentsong asked him about his own well-being. Littlestorm wasn't particularly in the mood to go around spilling his guts about a bad day, but he didn't want to make Silentsong needlessly worry about his either, so he tried to force a happy look and meowed, "Things are okay."

The tom shifted his weight, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. It wasn't that he was telling a lie or anything, but he knew that his charade was easy to see through. Littlestorm had never been known to be any good at keeping secrets, whether about himself or others, and even the little fibs bothered him. The warrior tried to rack through his mind for something to say so that the she-cat wouldn't try to pry.

"Um... Silentsong... would you mind if I tagged along with you?" the small warrior meowed shyly, his gaze diving away from the she-cat's. It was an odd request, but it gave him an excuse to avoid the Clan for a little while. He was certain that the medicine cat wouldn't add insult to injury, reminding him of his feeble size and so many others often did. Cocking his head and glancing back at Silentsong's face, Littlestorm waiting for an answer, hoping she would dismiss any more thoughts about his mood.