Drizzleface | 32 Moons | She-cat | Medicine Cat | Location: Med Den | Mentions: Wolfbreeze, Spiderpaw, Hollowstep (indirectly)

Finishing dressing each of the wounds on the grey warriors pelt, Drizzleface moved back, examining her work. Satisfied, she turned to Wolfbreeze. "Alright you should be good to go!" She smiled kindly, and rose to her paws. "But make sure you take it easy for a few days. No hunting or patrolling. And come visit me once a day. I want to keep an eye on your back." She turned and began clearing out the area, in anticipation of the returning patrol. She pushed any stray herbs to the side, and padded over to the nests lined against the side of the den. She began freshening them up, and tearing at the moss with her claws, fluffing up the nest in case she needed to keep one of the warriors over night.
Upon hearing Spiderpaw enter the den, Drizzleface gave the nest she was working on one last glance over, before turning to the apprentice.
"Hello Spiderpaw!" She cheerfully greeted the young grey tom, admiring the fresh herbs sitting at his paws. "That's lovely! They'll come in handy for something though! We have plenty of herbs for the situation right now." She thought about his question for a moment, thinking hard for something that needed to be done. "I don't think there is anything else that needs to be done, until the patrol gets here. Which should be soon I hope. At least they have Hollowstep with them though." She knew the warriors had a Medicine cat with them, so if there were any injuries that couldn't wait, Hollowstep would have taken care of them.

Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: Hollowstep, Kestrelpaw(indirectly), Pebbleleap(indirectly), Wolfbreeze, Spiderpaw, Drizzleface

"Oh good. Thank you." Meadowstar dipped her head politely to the medicine cat. She knew Hollowstep had always had a fascination with new herbs, so the new territory was surely full of new plants for her to discover. I wonder how she knows which ones are safe? Although she wasn't so sure of how she thought of Hollowstep, she knew the tortoiseshell she-cat would make sure something was safe before she treated her patients with it. She may be different, but she was still a medicine cat.
Overly relieved as the patrol filled into camp through the small entrance, Meadowstar breathed in the camps scent. By now, the cats were all beginning to have a similar scent, the distinct smell each clan possessed was muddled together, mingled with the new scents of this forest. It was different, but comforting nonetheless.
It was clear that Wolfbreeze had safely made it back to camp, and had alerted the Medicine cats of the battle. They were meet by Kestrelpaw almost immediately after entering the camp, the young tom rushing to the side of his injured mother. Meadowstar limped past the two, making her way to the Medicine Cats den.
She poked her head in, already expecting to see Wolfbreeze, Drizzleface, and Spiderpaw. She'd scented them before she'd reached the den. "Hello, Drizzleface? The patrol has returned." She pushed her way into the dimly lit den, gazing around at her surroundings. She'd only been in here once before. It was a decent sized den, enough space for both medicine cats and their apprentices, however, if all the spare nest ever had to be used, she figured it would be very close quarters for the healers and their patients.
She padded to the back of the den, nodding her head to Wolfbreeze and Spiderpaw as she passed them. She stopped beside what she assumed to be their herb store, judging by all the herbs tucked away in little nooks and crannies. She gingerly sat down, wrapping her tail around her white paws. "I have the least injuries of the group, so Hollowstep said I could be treated last."

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Two-leg place | Mentions: Minkleap, Ivypaw(indirectly), Echopaw (indirectly)

(Yea that'd be fun! Perhaps they could be on their way back to camp, but are stopped just before they reach the end of city?)

Baywish nodded his head, completely agreeing with Minkleap. "Yea, I don't think I could ever get use to living here. So many strong smells and noises! I don't think there's a single peaceful, quite place here." He looked around at the two-leg garden, still on edge about being spotted by kittypets. He knew most of them were soft-hearted, lazy fluffballs, but he'd heard of some that could prove to be a challenge to a warrior. As his eyes traveled over the short cropped grass and the brightly colored flowers, he followed them up to the side of two-leg den. He looked up at the strange square holes in its sides, which appeared to be covered by something transparent, but shiny. Ice maybe? No, its not cold enough. He had no idea what it was, but he could see into the two-leg den, and noticed movement inside. The two-legs must be home! Suddenly nervous again, Baywish turned to Minkleap.

"Maybe we should start heading back? It's getting late." Although there was still hours left in the day, he'd had enough of two-leg place for the day. All he wanted to do was head back to the familiarity of the forest. And they had apprentices now to train! For a while, Baywish had completely forgotten that he'd received his first apprentice not long ago. He still wasn't use to being responsible for another cat. "And we have to train Ivypaw and Echopaw! We've left them for the whole day without having anything to do." He played it off as if he totally hadn't forgotten about having an apprentice.

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Two-leg place | Mentions: Minkleap

"I hope so." Baywish followed Minkleap up to the two-leg fence, glancing over his shoulder at the empty garden once more. He still saw no kittypets, so he crouched down, and pushed off with his legs, leaping to the top of the bright, white two-leg fence. He expected his hind legs to slip off the narrow top again, but all four paws landed atop the fence. I'm getting better at this!

Baywish smiled at Minkleaps compliment, embarrassed by her praise. "Well, ya know it wasn't that scary and I-" The grey furred tom stopped himself, green eyes narrowed at Minkleap. "Hey! I wasn't a wimp! I was just-just..." He paused, trying to find another word to describe his somewhat wimpy kithood. "Just cautious!" He settled on that, pleased that he'd found, in his opinion, a much more appropriate word.

As they padded across the fence, Baywish tried remembering a time when they were kits that he'd been brave, just to shove in his sisters face, but he couldn't come up with anything. Maybe I was a wimp.Well, not anymore! I'm a warrior! He thought of the Dark Forest attack, and how many cats had fled their camp when the attack first started. But Baywish had stayed and fought the evil ghostly cats up until the end, when his clan had no choice but to retreat. I was a real warrior then! Spirits lifted, Baywishs tail stuck up straight in the air, and he walked with his head held high.

Approaching the area where they'd originally hoped onto the fence, Baywish peered down the grassy ground below him, before jumping down. He turned to wait for Minkleap, but movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. A couple gardens down, a rotting, falling apart fence lined the outside of the garden, and where a missing log had left a gap in the fence, two cats strolled out. It was clear they were headed towards the warriors, and Baywish crouched down, teeth bared. Please be weak little kittypets! But as the two grew closer, it was obvious they were not Kittypets. They had no collars, and their pelts where littered with scars. Their menacing eyes were narrowed as they closed the distance between Baywish.

"What are you Wild Cats doing in our territory?"