"We're going to have to carry him to the camp, so I can treat him. Can you help me pick him up?" Moonfrost asked. Leafpaw nodded silently, eyes wide. She was worried that the druid was severely hurt. She hoped it wasn't anything like that.
Leafpaw with the help of Moonfrost, took a scruff of the cat and hauled him two cats started to walk forward as they carried the druid back to the camp. For a cat, he was unnaturally heavy. It might have something to do with him being able to turn into different animals, she thought.
They trotted into the camp and through the brambles that marked the entrance to the camp. They cats in the clan started to crowd around them muttering things and asking questions. They started crowding around to much and the medicine cat started to hiss.
"Get out of the way, I can't get to the medicine den if you are all in my way!" Moonfrost snapped at the curious crowd. A few of them took a couple steps back. They stepped out of the way, making a pathway for the two cats carrying the black cat. When they got him to the medicine den, Moonfrost got to work, examining Namir.
"He has a small injury on his shoulder that's a bit infected, and he appears to be extremely exhausted," Moonfrost diagnosed. "He just needs some burdock root and cobwebs applied to his shoulder, some poppy seeds, and sleep."
Leafpaw sighed in relief. It was nothing serious, he just collapsed from pure exhaustion. She remembered how Moonfrost hissed at the crowd of cats, and decided that it was probably best if she left the den and let Moonfrost tend to Namir's wound.
She started to walk out of the vine covered den, but Moonfrost stopped her.
"You can stay, if you want. He's in a strange place, so he'll probably freak out if there's nothing familiar to him. You should probably stay. You can explain what happened when he wakes up."
"Okay," Leafpaw replied. She went over to Namir's unconscious form, and sat next to him.
Moonfrost went into the back, to get some herbs. She started to treat his wound, while Leafpaw spectated. After she finished, Moonfrost started to leave.
"I need to go collect some herbs, you stay here, okay?" Leafpaw nodded, and Moonfrost left. Leafpaw gave a small thanks to StarClan, because if he suddenly turned into an animal, Moonfrost would probably freak out.
"Whoa!" Namir suddenly jolted awake. "What in Elune's name is going on?"
"You fell unconscious from exhaustion," Leafpaw explained. She looked around, making sure no one was listening, and added in a whisper, "Don't turn into any other animal or change pelts, my clan could freak out, and I don't know what they would do to you."
"Oh…" Namir gave her a weak laugh. "I know why I fell unconscious. I wasn't being careful. I haven't gone into the Emerald Dream to complete my training yet, so my powers can take a lot out of me," he explained.
"Emerald Dream?" Leafpaw cocked her head curiously.
"The Emerald Dream is a place where druids go to complete their training. I don't know what it's like, though. The ones that have gone there aren't supposed to tell others what they've seen. When I go there, I will fall into a very deep sleep, and not wake up until it's over."
"Oh… that's strange…" Leafpaw mewed.
"So… where am I?" Namir asked.
"This is the medicine cat's den in my camp," she answered. "Moonfrost is the medicine cat."
"A medicine cat? Like, a healer?" the black tom asked curiously.
"Well, I can't answer that, because I don't know what a healer is."
"That's okay." He chuckled. "So, you have a camp? You're in a group of cats?"
"Yes, we're called PondClan. I'm an apprentice, and when I complete my apprenticeship, I will be a warrior!" Her eyes sparkled with ambition.
"Wow, so, you have a leader, as well?"
"And a deputy. Fernstar is our leader, and my father, Rainsplash, is our deputy."
"Moonfrost, Fernstar, Leafpaw, Rainsplash... you guys have odd names. I'm Namir."
"Yes, I know, you already told me." Leafpaw chuckled at the black cat. "I'll explain why our names are strange." She cleared her throat.
"When a kit is born, their parents name them something, ending with 'kit', like 'Leafkit'. When they reach six moons, they become an apprentice, and get a mentor to teach them how to be a warrior, hunting, fighting, anything.
"Most cats have a specialty, for example, a fisher, or a tree-climber, or floor-hunter. These sometimes even determine their warrior name, which is the name they get when they complete their apprenticeship. My father became Rainsplash, after his specialty, fisher, when he was Rainpaw before. There is only one other time when a cat can change their name, and that is if they become leader. They go to the Tree, and receive nine lives and their final name, ending in -star, from StarClan, our dead ancestors. Fernstar is an example. Before she became leader, I heard that she was called 'Ferntimber'." Leafpaw gasped for breath.
"Wow… that is a very complicated process…" Namir laughed.
Leafpaw smiled. "Haha. Well, your druid stuff is complicated." Leafpaw nudged him playfully with her front paw.
"Maybe…" Namir giggled.
"Oh, look, you're awake," Moonfrost mewed with a mouthful of herbs as she came in through the entrance. She walked into the back, where she had her stash of herbs, and came back moments later, herb-free.
"Wow. Herbs certainly are in abundance this year," Leafpaw mewed to the medicine cat.
"I know. It's weird. There's usually not that many around this season," Moonfrost replied. "Okay, let's check that shoulder injury." She took off the cobwebs, finding it perfectly fine.
"What?" Moonfrost exclaimed.
"Rejuvenation is a healing overtime spell," Namir mewed under his breath. Moonfrost didn't hear him, but Leafpaw did. He winked at her. Leafpaw smiled at the darkly colored cat. She knew that Namir could do extraordinary things, but that didn't mean that she was any less surprised.
She thought about the things that he had told her. The Emerald Dream, spells, shapeshifting. It was a lot for even her.
"T-That shouldn't be possible!" Moonfrost stood back, flabbergasted at what had just happened. She stumbled back a step on the soft earthy ground. The leaves crumpled at the pressure of her back paws.
"Hmm… maybe the injury was just a figment of your imagination," Namir mewed, trying not to laugh. "You might be really stressed out from all the…" He hesitated for a second trying to quickly think.
"Sickness," Leafpaw whispered under her breath.
"From all the sickness," Namir said smoothly.
Moonfrost suspiciously looked at Namir. "I remember seeing an injury on your shoulder."
Leafpaw spoke up. "I don't. Maybe you really did imagine it." She was trying not to laugh as well.
"I guess you're right. I am stressed out." As she said this, she still looked suspicious, but she let it go. "Even if you aren't injured, you need to stay in PondClan for a little while so I can make sure."
"Okay," Namir chirped. He grinned. "It'll be fun to see how a cat clan works."
Moonfrost nodded. Suddenly, Fernstar came in. The leader of the clan stood proudly, a strong sense of authority radiating off of her. "Hello, Moonfrost," she mewed. She turned to the strange black cat.
"Who are you?" she asked kindly.
"I'm Namir!" he answered cheerfully. "I'm guessing you're Fernstar." He dipped his head in respect.
"That I am," she replied, smiling.
"I was just checking him over to make sure he wasn't injured," Moonfrost mewed. "He's going to have to stay here, in the camp, for a few days."
"I see. Namir, you're welcome in PondClan."
"Thank you, Fernstar," he mewed.
"Leafpaw, you can show him around, if you want," the leader of PondClan told the apprentice.
"Okay!" she chirped. "Namir, come on!" She ran out of the medicine den, past Fernstar. Namir followed, laughing.
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