Rainsong had ventured out to collect what herbs he seemed low on... It just so happened that some of the herbs he needed were close to the border with Breezeclan. When the tom approached near, he had herbs in his jaw and a smile on his face. Rainsong always enjoyed going for walks, it was part of what he enjoyed about being a medicine cat, the ability to be able to truly appreciate his home without fear of ruining it with infighting or anything of that ilk... The dark grey dappled tom stopped, putting his herbs down an started to look for what he’d come for.
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She flicked her tail in farewell and disappeared in amougnst leaves and sticks. Doemoon walked further into the forest. She was limping on the side that her fox bite was on. She probably would need to sit down for a bit as it was causing her great pain. But she wasn’t far from camp now.