Early Spring
Mintswirl let out a little puff of air. Shellpaw eyed them, his paws hard at work on the poultice for the infection in Burdockheart's bone.
"Are you okay?" Shellpaw asked eventually.
"Being a healer is exhausting," Mintswirl answered simply. Shellpaw nodded.
"At least the infection in Skyrumble's tail has healed." Mintswirl hummed in agreement. "It may not have finished healing, but it's on its way." Mintswirl considered this for a moment, then purred, reached over, and patted Shellpaw's head.
"Thank you, Shellpaw. You're a very good apprentice."
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
Skyrumble flinched in surprise as Asphodelfang stormed up to him.
"I like you, and I think we should be mates," she informed him sternly. He stared at her, gaping.
"Oh. Uhh.. okay. I like you too?" He stammered. "I would... I would really like to be mates. Yeah."
Asphodelfang nodded curtly, and turned tail to pad towards the freshkill pile. Skyrumble stared after her, his mouth still open and his ears hot.