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Floodpaw padded up and dipped her head shyly. “Greetings.”
Floodpaw quickened her own pace, surprised at Owlherb’s speed despite her injury.
Floodpaw hesitated slightly. I’m a medicine cat now, she reminded herself, crossing the border after Owlherb.
“That should be fun,” she said sarcastically, though her eyes were good-humored.
“What kind of things do StarClan say?”
“What happens when we get there?” she asked after a slight hesitation.
Floodpaw nodded and stood up, feeling a bit nervous as all her earlier fears flooded back.
Floodpaw purred happily.
“Coltsfoot, for breathing,” she replied.
“Umm... I don’t really know,” she admitted.
“Burdock root. It’s good for infected bites, especially rat bites. I think it’s used for something else, too...”
“I know. Thank you.” She felt grateful that, for once, someone wasn’t getting fed up with her constant worrying.
“But doesn’t it get harder?” she fretted. “What if I’m not good at the harder stuff? What if I hurt someone?”
“I am, but also nervous,” she admitted. What if I don’t get accepted by StarClan?
“Thank you.” Not used to praise, she could only awkwardly repeat her previous phrase.