Snippet #2484013

The leader pauses his conversation as he hears the skilled Healer apprentice call out.Clan leader Rikaisstar and Deputy Mikapelt, there is something that is distressing me. Would you hear me out?

What is wrong Mochi?

the lithe tom propels himself onto the petal covered ground, a few stirring in his presence. He sits down, wrapping his tail neatly around his front paws. Rikaistars intelligent emerald optics scan the Healer apprentice, waiting for her to continue.
The clan healer has not been seen in almost three moons, I am worried the healer has never been gone this long at least without telling me or anyone else."

He flicks his ears and draws a slender paw over his finely sculpted muzzle.

I thought the Healer has been gone. I just thought they went on a trip to the Spirit tree, to see if there was a prophecy from starclan

Rikaistar stands up, flicking his tail towards Mochi, gesturing for her to follow. We should check the Healer den, to see if they left any evidence. We also need to seriously discuss this, I may need to call a clan meeting.

They pad across the clearing, to a small weeping willow, separating the heart of the camp from the privacy of the Healer den. The hanging tendrils from the willow brushed gently across his back, parting the leaves so the lithe apprentice could go in before himself. The small tunnel led into a grassy clearing, with spiralling stepping stones, leading into the middle. Cherry blossom petals had been purposely placed there, leaving a fresh fragrance in the air. A small pool of water ran around the edge of the cave. There were nest made out of briar, leaves, feathers and petals, for sick cats to stay in there while they were recovering. A frail fae elder, named Kishay, was laying in one of the nests, her brown tabby coat was dull, and her muzzle was covered with specks of grey.


Mochi leg him into a small crack in the wall, which spread wider. Cracks in the walls held all sorts of herbs, that all you could smell was freshly picked herbs. The roof of the herb carven was made out of tendrils of vines, that allowed sunlight to fall into the cave. Rikaistar turned to the apprentice, You know the healers scent best; how old is this scent? he pointed his blotched paw to the healers scent, where obviously they had rolled around on the cool stone.