Uh, if it isn't too much trouble..(Grasspelt)

[Cottonpaw]

(Grasspelt only please)

Sightless blue eyes were focused on the crack in the wall that the two Medicine Cats used as an herb storehouse. The snowshoe she-cat had only started her Medicine Training about a moon ago, and she was anxious to begin learning more than cobwebs and poppy seeds, which everyone seemed to know how to use. She couldn't complain too much, however, considering she probably had the nicest, most relaxed mentor anyone could ask for, which was good considering she always required a little more time to go over new herbs, thanks to her not being able to see them. But she didn't mind, really. She had always been optimistic about her Medicine Cat duties, even when she first found out that she could never have been a warrior.

But going back to having the most relaxed mentor in the world, that meant that sometimes he would sleep in, or delay her training, or stop halfway through to grab some prey. Sometimes she didn't mind it at all. Grasspelt was a lovely tom, and she'd always be in debt to him for letting her be his apprentice, but right now, at Sun High, she simply wanted to learn how to heal her clan-mates. She sighed as she made her way over to the tom's nest, still cooled by the shade of the den's rocky roof. "Grasspelt, wake up, it's Sun High." She urged, pawing at what she could only hope was his flank, and not his eye or nose.

[Grasspelt]

He'd been in the middle of a catnip-induced dream when suddenly he felt something pawing at his face. Narrowing his eyes, he slowly rolled into a sitting position, smoothing down his fur.

"Bruh."

He paused, taking a moment to gather his surroundings, before letting out a sigh. "Cottonpaw. What's so important that you had to scratch half my face off for?" She hadn't really scratched him. In fact it hadn't hurt at all. He tended to overexaggerate things that didn't need to be overexaggerated. "Actually. Hang on."

He left the den and returned a few minutes later with a fat quail from the fresh-kill pile. Settling down, he made slow work of the thing, finishing with an enormous belch and took a few more minutes to groom himself.

"So what's this all about?" he finally asked, settling down.

[Cottonpaw]

Cottonpaw nearly fell out of her fur when the tom said she had scratched him. She wasn't used to his overexaggerations and as he removed himself from the den she sniffed at her paw, trying to find scents of blood or his fur. By the time she found out she hadn't actually hurt him, he had already gone and gotten his meal, and he was eating it.

She sighed and sat down, waiting until he was finished, and when he belched, she knew he wasn't done. The faint sounds of his grooming made her, yet again, let out a small sigh, and she again waited for him to finish with his very important tasks. Finally the licking ceased, and Grasspelt finally got to her initial question.

With a small, healfhearted smile, she kneaded the stoney floor with her paws. "Well, it's just, I've been your apprentice for a little while now, and I don't feel like we've really..Well, moved ahead in my training.." She said quietly, looking down, even if she couldn't see him.