[Aolani]

Originally Posted by Tiabirb

Sweetsong
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She wasn't convinced by her sister's forced cheer, and she watched worriedly while Fallenwish pulled herself from her nest, but while she did she was quick to pluck the scraps of moss from her sister's pelt with her small white paws as Fallenwish headed outside. Sweetsong followed close, her head tilting to one side as she noticed the heavy limp.

Outside of camp the air just felt cleaner and fresher, and Sweetsong was ready to start bounding with the butterflies when Fallenwish stopped suddenly and spoke. Sweetsong listened, her expression changing from worry to horror to anxiety. She looked down at her paws, plucking the grass with her claws.

"I wish there was a place for the cats like us..." Sweetsong whispered, "Cats who aren't medicine cats, but they aren't warriors either...I'd call them Herbalists. Cats specially picked and qualified to keep herb patrols flowing and to assist in healing after battles...but something like that is far out of line for us to suggest...I don't think I'll...be medicine cat either." Sweetsong forced back a tearful sob.
But the topic of Poisonberry and StarClan made her pelt bristle uneasily. "Definitely...not a dream from StarClan," She whispered, her eyes clouding over once more with anxiety. How was Poisonberry getting through? Was it because of her?
"I-I saw her as well...but as a shadow almost..." She hesitated, glancing at Fallenwish nervously. "But I was..I was in someone else's dream."

"But what..what if it does?" Sweetsong asked, "I want to be a medicine cat too...it's a shared dream for us both. But I've already sullied my chances...Birdsnow...she's angry with me and...while I understand why, I feel she overreacted...yet I can't blame her...so much burden and pressure was thrown onto her shoulders..." Tears began to fall freely, "But if I still have a chance...what if who I am seeing...if that is shared...that would only jeopardize my chances more...."

But she owed Fallenwish her honesty. Fallenwish shared hers, and Sweetsong hated keeping secrets. She had more than enough...with Fallenwish being one of the only cats who knew of some. Like her vegetarianism. Her dreamwalking. Her fears and deepest worries...
"I-I was...I found myself speaking to Crowpaw..." She said finally, her voice so low that it was barely perceptible. The worst part had yet to be said.
A part that she knew would shock and anger Fallenwish. She had sustained an injury in the recent attack, and as Sweetsong's eyes lifted, they rested on Fallenwish's injured limb, her eyes two liquid pools of sadness and remorse.

"Of ThunderClan...."

@hades.

I like your Herbalist idea. Kinda sounds a lot like just being a medicine cat, though." Fallenwish said. She thought for a moment, sitting under the shade of a willow tree. "You know what?" Fallenwish said, dragging her claw through the dirt, which was damp from the melted snow.

In her picture, she drew a leaf. She thought it looked like comfrey. She drew a figure, too- it wasn't a good picture, but it worked. She crossed off the tail midway- she drew a bunch of lines where was crossed. The thing she didn't draw related to medicine cats was the night sky.

"Why do medicine cats need to be the ones to connect to Starclan? Do they learn to? Are they born with it? If you can learn it, or earn it, then I could understand that. But if not..." Fallenwish paused. "There should be someone else to do it."

Fallenwish looked up at Sweetsong. "What? You're perfect! You know more herbs than me. You have the spirit skills." Fallenwish said with a tone of bitter jealousy. She meant to be supporting, though.

"Oh, yes, absolutely not. Poisonberry in an unholy creature." She glared upwards, hoping Poisonberry could see her. "Foxdung! She mentioned seeing you." Fallenwish almost said something about the dreamwalking, but she remembered right before a word slipped from her mouth. She did, however, look back at her scene. She wiped it away and looked back up.

"It won't change who you are. We're both related to... her. But you're, like, the polar opposite. Take that as a compliment." She said.

"For the record, I still don't think any less of you. You did what you thought was right. You might have even been right." Fallenwish offered, smiling for a second. "I wouldn't consider telling Birdsnow for a second."

Crowpaw? She didn't know a cat named that. Fallenwish patiently watched Sweetsong. "Sweetsong? You good?" It was a stupid question. She obviously wasn't okay. She placed her paw on a ruffled part of Sweetsong's fur and flattened it.

Fallenwish sat for a few moments. Of Thunderclan. She thought. "Okay." She said. That was one of the many things that made her strange. She didn't feel much concern for labels or groups. She didn't think Thunderclan broke her leg, Skunkstripe did. She didn't know when it would turn on her. "Your secret is safe with me."