~*ValleyClan*~ [Roleplay Here)

[8デス·ザ·キッド8]

Moonstar pressed her muzzle into his fur, "Ghostheart..." she meowed softly, "I..I just..."

[Steam]

Ghostheart sighed, his eyes flickering, "It's going to rain soon, a storm possibly." he informed, "I hope it does, the land needs rain."
Moving away from his leader Ghostheart meowed, "If only I was a warrior." he joked half heartedly.

[8デス·ザ·キッド8]

She gave a noncommittal grunt. Closing her eyes and looking down, Moonstar whispered, "If you were a warrior you wouldn't be the same tom you are today. I don't want you to change, Ghostheart. Being a Medicine Cat is what you were born to do, and you do it better than any other cat."

[Steam]

Gjostheart pressed his pelt up against hers as a friendly gesture, "I know." he said.
"I have stuff to do, if you could please leave me to my work." he said almost apologeticly.

[8デス·ザ·キッド8]

Moonstar nodded, "O-of course." she turned around slowly and went to leave. But, before she had reached the exit of the den, she turned her head and looked at him, "Ghostheart, I've been thinking about what you said..." with that, she turned back around and left.

[Steam]

"Yea, me too." Ghostheart said once Moonstar was out of earshot.
The white serval jumped up onto the stone ledge that had his nest on it and curled into the soft moss and bracken.

[8デス·ザ·キッド8]

Moonstar went to her den and lay down, suddenly feeling quite oddly tired.

[Steam]

Falling asleep, Ghostheart drept he ws in the forest, the rain beeting down on his white pelt. He was running towards a cat, but the nearer he got to it, the farther it became and the more tired he felt.

Ghostheart's eyes snapped open, warms spring air was blowing into his den; making hisfur ruffle.
The medicine cat shifted positions and washed himself.

[8デス·ザ·キッド8]

Moonstar woke up and stretched, "Aaah what a nice day!" she meowed happily.

[Steam]

Picking out a carp from the pile, Ghostheart padded next to his favorite spot in the camp and lied down; right beside a maple tree sapling that had sprouted up in camp by the warriors den, he loved it.

[8デス·ザ·キッド8]

Moonstar groomed her dusty ginger fur.

[Steam]

Finishing, the white serval stretched his limbs and went to his den to organize his herbs.

[8デス·ザ·キッド8]

Moonstar went to get something to eat from the fresh kill pile. She kept looking towards the medicine den...

[Steam]

Ghostheart was focused on his herbs, eyes locked and flickering from leaf to seed at a fast pace. The white serval's tail flicked with consentration as he whispered all the herbs and their meaning under his breath.

[8デス·ザ·キッド8]

Moonstar watched him with curiosity, wondering how he managed to remember all those herbs.