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@ Duststorm
Juniperpaw left the grieving family to mourn their awful loss, slowly sulking over to her herb store to fix the mess she created in her search for the deathberries that were well-hidden. She picked up fallen leaves and seeds, placing them in their respectful groove. Of course, she didn't yet know the use or even the names of these herbs, but she was able to place them based off appearances and texture. She was sitting at the base of her herb store, gently messing with each slot just to keep busy. She didn't want to think about her first patient - a defenseless kit - who she had lost. She didn't want to think about the fact that her first patient's family was grieving just behind her - all because Juniperpaw didn't know how to use herbs. What a lovely medicine cat I am!
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The air was tense. That definitely wasn't what she had anticipated or expected as the old cat made her way into the medicine den. With the recent disappearance of Geckoleaf, it pained the elder to have to ask this young apprentice to do such a heavy task. With a grunt, Phantomwhisper took a feeble step towards Juniperpaw, her voice raspy as she meowed a greeting. "Hello there young one." Phantomwhisper dipped her head respectfully, sliding down onto the floor of the den. Once a strong warrior, the elder was now emaciated, her fur patchy and coarse. Letting out a soft sigh, she waited patiently for the medicine cat to approach her.