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[Neptune.]

Hollowpaw
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4 moons || he/him || ThC medicine cat apprentice || Silk Spinner, Dream Walker
brown, masked classic tabby w/ low white; titanite eyes

In addition to learning herbs, Hollowpaw supposed that his job now would also be to check in on his patients. Which... ok, so he got the reason why in theory, but it just seemed like such a waste. If there was a problem, the sick or inured cat could just, like, yell for him or something. Why was it his responsibility to make sure the idiots weren't pushing more than they should or that they were properly resting or, like... doing whatever recovery things they had to do (he had no clue what those could be. Clueless. Entirely clueless).

So he finds himself shuffling his feet as he decides what he should do in this situation. Pinepaw recently passed out at the meeting and was in the medicine den because of it and Hollowpaw, as ThunderClan's medicine cat apprentice, was most likely obligated to make sure he was doing alright. Annoying how that all worked. Ugh, fine, okay, he'll go check on the apprentice.

"Hey," he says as he walks over to the nest Pinepaw was resting on, tone a little abrasive, "so, like... you passed out for a reason that I don't particularly care about and was probably entirely your own fault and now I gotta make sure you don't up and die so like... how's that going for you?" Seemed like it was going pretty well so far. Unless Pinepaw decided to die in the next three seconds and make Hollow feel like a moron.

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