Gustclan Post 59
Chapter 7
”I want to be medicine cat.” Zinniapelt announced, bursting in to Teasel-leaf’s den as he gathered more kitting herbs. Teasel-leaf sighed exasperatedly, and looked around the herb supplies. This was awful timing, and he did not want to play mentor to his sister any more.
”I have a kitting to deal with, Zinnia, this has to take priority. I’ll find you later to discuss this.”
”No you won’t.” ZInniapelt was right. ”I’ve wanted to be a med cat since we were born, you know that. And with my leg like this-“ she lifted her broken leg off the floor for emphasis, ”I’m not going to be very much use as a warrior, am I? You have a kitting to deal with, so let me help, let this be the trial!”
Teasel-leaf growled. ”Frankly, sister, you’re only going to be medicine cat if no other eligible candidates present themselves. Now let me see to Troutstripe.”