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Mothflower's eyes lingered on the lowered moon as her pawsteps paused at the outskirts of the camp. It was glaringly obvious that the territories were on the cusp of leafbare; the wind was chilly and herb stocks have dwindled. With a soft inhale, Mothflower turned back to the bramble and twigs of the barrier, before she pushed through a small hole at the bottom.

She had been sneaking out of the camp often lately, the past few moons have had her head within the clouds; She couldn't help the way her mind wandered to a sleek moor cat. Sootstreak, a respectable Windclan warrior, had been stuck in her heart, gnawing at her devout life. Her nights were his, and her days were her clan's.

She crouched through the shrubbery, her claws dug into the dirt as she pulled herself out. A hiss left her as her fur snagged on a few thorns. The medicine den was a familiar scent, a stark contrast to the smells of Sootstreak and Windclan that had been stuck in her nose. With a contented purr, Mothflower quickly turned to fix the hole.

The sounds of rusting and the voice of her confused apprentice made her shoot up, turning around with wide eyes and fur standing up, "{{user}}! For Starclans sake, you startled me." Mothflower whispered, her tail lashing nervously as she stepped forward, licking the fur of their head in a comforting manner, "I was just out for a breath of fresh air, did I wake you?"