-wipwip- Honeystream

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Name: Honeystream
Age: 29 moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Medicine Cat
Short Description:

Pale beige she-cat with frosty white muzzle, chest, belly, and paws. Timid, worried, quiet.

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Picture:

[[sweet river of spring]]

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But... but, what if? What if a mouse or bird had soiled the plant's leaves beforehand, and now it would sicken her patients, instead of cure them? Oh what a disaster that would be! Her flesh twitched and crawling, forming into a shiver that danced down her spine rapidly, then fizzled away as it reached her tail tip, where it flicked, and died. Rich honey brown eyes did not meet the other she-cat's, they never did. What if they saw some terrible thing about her? What if she had lazy eyes but everyone was just too nice to tell her? Oh how embarrassing! Honeystream busied herself around her cozy little home; flitting here and there like a humming bird, her mind buzzing as would the bird's wings. All those questions, all the horrible situations and possibilities, the consequences for a single misstep! "Oh dear, oh dear.." The beautiful young pale Medicine Cat mumbled softly to herself, then jumping into a fret. What if her patient heard her? What if she thought she was insane? What if she was insane? Well that would just be no good, would it? Suddenly, her intensely questioning mind got the best of her, and her delicate little skull shot up from the flowers she was nosing into place. "Bloomingsun," The Medicine Cat mewed in her sweet, tinkling voice, gently laying her frost-tipped tail upon her clanmate's shoulder, then quickly whipped it away, paranoid. "I don't think thyme is just right for that right now, and neither is honey. Right now honey is scarce, there haven't been many bees, so why don't you go eat a little something-something, get a drink from the cold stream, and then take a little nap?" Honeystream's eyes flicked around the den for a moment, then came to rest once more on Bloomingsun's forepaws. "Well, then if your poor throat doesn't feel any better by then, you ought to come see me, then I'll give you something for it." She finished, then darted away, once mroe busying herself tidying up the already-clean den. "Oh, Bloomingsun?" She called to the ginger warrior just as she was departing. "Send Aromaberry in if you see her, will you, dear?" The pale she-cat let a small, timid smile cross her face then turned once more, closing her eyes and sighing.