She padded into the medicine cat den and looked around. Some herbs lay on the floor, needing to be sorted. She sighed and picked them up. "Whatever happened to my apprentice," she muttered. Just then a tabby padded into the den. "Where've you been?" She demanded. "I, I" He stammered "I just went," He paused "Out, I guess," She raised her eyebrows at him "You're limping," He nodded slowly "I just want to be a normal warrior! It's so hard to be a medicine cat sometimes," She understood. Of course she did. She had often felt like that herself when she was an apprentice. She loved the wind in her fur and the feeling of a mouse in between her jaws in her first moons of being an apprentice. Being a warrior. But then things changed, and just like that, she became a medicine cat apprentice. "You know what?" She mewed. "Go play with your littermates. I'm think they should be back by now," He looked shocked, as if he was about protest but the she-cat rest her tail tip on his shoulder for a heartbeat "Go," She whispered before he ran off through the bushes.