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Dandelionwish did not get angry often, in fact, he was the last cat you expected to hear raise his voice in anger. Worry? Perhaps. Stress? Maybe. But anger? No, often enough he kept himself composed and pulled together so that he didn't cause a fuss or worry his clanmates. It was no mystery he was under a lot of pressure with the coming change in season and the prospect of illness rampaging through the clan due to the new chill in the air, so thankfully most of WindClan had done their due dilligence to either leave him alone or offer a paw every now and then outside their usual duties. It was warming, in a way, to have the cats depend on him but also terrifying knowing that his mistakes would be lethal. The point was that the young healer was a bit frazzled and constantly walking a tightrope of unease and apprehension as he did his best to remain optimistic and gather his stores, so finding them in a scattered mess in his den upon returning with fresh bedding sent him into a reeling fit of outrage; even moreso when he spotted the culprit.

"WISTERIAPAW, I'LL SKIN YE ALIVE!"
A flurry of motion erupted from the den as he scruffed the smaller tom, his longer legs letting him easily hoist the other's protesting and thrashing form into the air and with one swift turn and pivot he flung the silver apprentice out of the den where he went tumbling head over paw in a heap. The younger tom scrambled to stand and make a break for it as the medicine cat stomped out of the den into the camp with eyes blazing green and gold flames and his usually nonchalant slouch and smile replaced with a scowl that could rival even their stoic leaders. "Ye come in my den again-"
"I was just visiting Periwinklekit!" "THEY HELL YE WERE, YE WERE LOOKIN' FER HONEY IT'S ALL OVER YER PAWS!" The silver tom gave a little dance, his sticky paws picking up dirt and bits of debris before the medicine cat lunged at him with snapping teeth to send him running for edge of camp, "Better not COME BACK TIL YE'VE REPLACED IT!" Frankly he didn't care if the apprentice did as told so long as he was out of his hair so he could get to cleaning the mess made. Most of the herbs seemed fine, his cobwebs needed to be replaced and the honey was surprisingly fine as he must have caught the tabby right when he found it; but the extra effort to reorganize and clean was going to cut into his other business today. With a sigh Dandelionwish stepped back into the den to go picking things up and placing them back neatly into piles. He was in the process of digging little ruts into the wall for the new plants he'd gotten because the previous hollows were getting full and he preferred them off the floor incase some eager kittens wandered in when he wasn't looking.


 
Mousebrain wore his new name with pride, cheerfully strolling through camp with his head held high. Only a few sunrises past he'd been Mousepaw—lowly apprentice, greenhorn hunter and battler, inexperience marked by his very name—but now! Now he was Mousebrain. And stars above, was he a new man.

As he made his way over to the medicine den, Mousebrain.

There he'd find Dandelionwish, the lovely fella. Someone Mousebrain truly believed he could consider a best friend. After all, Dandelionwish had spoken vaguely in his direction once. And if that wasn't a mark of real best friendship then Mousebrain didn't know what was. Sure, Dandelion had been speaking to someone else entirely... sure, he might not have even seen Mousebrain nearby... but these were all silly semantics. The takeaway was the same. Truly Mousebrain and Dandelionwish were a friendship fated by the stars.

"Howdy there, best friend!" Mousebrain greets cheerfully. "Let me help you with that!"

He notes the fellow's distress—the snippety medicine cat was yelling at an apprentice whom Mousebrain actually considers another of his best friends—but figures it best not to address it. He just needs a little help, of course. And Mousebrain is here to provide!

But Mousebrain... may not be wholly prepared for the consistency of honey all over the floor. The sticky, slippery mess has him slipping and tripping before he can be of any use, and suddenly Mousebrain is falling! And after that he's colliding! What is he colliding with?

Lots of Dandelionwish's herbs.

"YEOWCH!" Mousebrain yells. He thinks he's hit his head. A pile of leafy-looking herbs flies into the air and flutters down around Mousebrain's collapsed form.