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Every so often she can spy a ShadowClanner in their midst. Some are simply curious folk unwilling to miss out on the fun (or incredible lackthereof.) Others are patrolmen, designated by higher ups to be sure that no cat is out of line within their territory. Cottonpaw supposes, however, that there must be some third category. Some cats chat the day away while others have hard stares - yet the resident medicine cat is soft at all her edges, looking about warily. Concern is evident in Starlingheart's feature -concern for cats that are not her own.
Again a bitter taste floods Cottonpaw's mouth, however she cannot discern if it is anger and frustration for their situation (which one? Virtues do not seem to find them lately,) or jealousy that despite everything, Starlingheart is still a soft and kind soul. Perhaps in some childish way, it's simply unfair.
"Starlingheart," she calls to the older she-cat, ears folding backwards for a moment. This feels unlike how she's approached a cat before - almost transactional, at least on her end. Wolfsong... would he be appreciative of her initiative, in spite of her fear and anger? Or would he later tell her to leave the senior medicine cats to him? Alas, all she has in the moment is the chance to ask for forgiveness later. Regardless, Cottonpaw steps closer to the other, not looking unlike her very own mother. She doesn't wear a smile, which is unusual for her.
"The herbs you gave me - thank you," her tail twitches, and though she can recall the basics now after a short discussion with Berryheart, her knowledge still limits itself. "My Clanmates appreciate the help," though she's unsure if she's lying through her teeth. A brief pause and she seats herself, "I'm... not sure how herbs grow in your territory, nor what Wolfsong would be able to part with but - once we're all home, allow us to return the favor." She does not wish to be in debt, at the end of the day. A part of her wishes to make this a friendly piece of medicine cat life, providing for all the Clans and not just her own - however the surface level proves to be selfish primarily. "Is there anything you may need in the coming moons?"
@STARLINGHEART
Again a bitter taste floods Cottonpaw's mouth, however she cannot discern if it is anger and frustration for their situation (which one? Virtues do not seem to find them lately,) or jealousy that despite everything, Starlingheart is still a soft and kind soul. Perhaps in some childish way, it's simply unfair.
"Starlingheart," she calls to the older she-cat, ears folding backwards for a moment. This feels unlike how she's approached a cat before - almost transactional, at least on her end. Wolfsong... would he be appreciative of her initiative, in spite of her fear and anger? Or would he later tell her to leave the senior medicine cats to him? Alas, all she has in the moment is the chance to ask for forgiveness later. Regardless, Cottonpaw steps closer to the other, not looking unlike her very own mother. She doesn't wear a smile, which is unusual for her.
"The herbs you gave me - thank you," her tail twitches, and though she can recall the basics now after a short discussion with Berryheart, her knowledge still limits itself. "My Clanmates appreciate the help," though she's unsure if she's lying through her teeth. A brief pause and she seats herself, "I'm... not sure how herbs grow in your territory, nor what Wolfsong would be able to part with but - once we're all home, allow us to return the favor." She does not wish to be in debt, at the end of the day. A part of her wishes to make this a friendly piece of medicine cat life, providing for all the Clans and not just her own - however the surface level proves to be selfish primarily. "Is there anything you may need in the coming moons?"
@STARLINGHEART
