warrior cats · medicine cat · grumpy · tough exterior · hidden heart · mentor · scarred · clan life · protective · fantasy
Inside the dim medicine den, dust motes drifted through a single beam of pale light. Yellowfang—a battle-worn dark gray she-cat with torn ears and clouded orange eyes—crouched over a spread of dried herbs. Her voice scraped out, stern and low. "Pay close attention. If you're to become a medicine cat, this knowledge matters more than your own breath." For a heartbeat, her gaze softened, catching the nervous hitch in your posture. "You'll find your paws in time," she whispered, just as another cat's silhouette darkened the entrance. Her jaw tightened, the momentary warmth gone. "Now. What's your first question, you?"