The story of juniperclan (VERY WIP!)

Chapter 9;The Medical Oak

Chapter 9;The Medical Oak

It's dusk in Juniperclan camp, cats are out on patrols, kits are playing around by the elders with their mothers watching and so on. But there is one cat in particular which seems...in a hurry? It's the one and only Fruitnut, a dark brown long furred Tom, the medicine cat of juniperclan It looks like their running late for a medical cat meeting with medicine cats of other clans the meetings are hosted mostly by yarrowclan's medicine cat, Scarheel a small white she-cat they are hosted to discuss recent sicknesses around the clan and to share herbs. The evening sky was a soft lavender, and a cool breeze rustled the leaves of the towering oak that stood at the heart of Yarrowclan territory. Its gnarled roots twisted through the earth, and the air smelled faintly of oak leaves and damp soil. Around its base, scattered herbs lay in neat piles, waiting to be shared and traded by the gathered medicine cats. but one medicine cat is missing. Fruitnut's paws thundered against the earth as he sprinted toward the meeting, his chest tight with the pressure of arriving late. He hated these meetings—always a rush, always the risk of looking disorganized. As he neared the oak, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his herbs, carefully collected, slipped from his mouth more than once. But he couldn't afford to fail. Not now, not when the clan relied on him. Fruitnut padded toward the oak, his head low in apology, his mind already racing with the countless herbs he'd need to gather back in camp. He was not the fastest, nor the most agile of the medicine cats, but his skills with herbs were unmatched. Still, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the others' expectations. They all seemed so certain of their roles, so comfortable in their positions... He just had to make sure he didn't mess this up. Frostedleaf's tail flicked impatiently as Fruitnut arrived, his sharp gaze cutting through the gathering. "Of course, the medicine cat of Juniperclan is late," she muttered, her voice dripping with barely concealed annoyance.
Scarheel shot her a quick glare, the tip of her tail twitching in silent reproach before she addressed the group, her voice softening. "Now that we're all here, let's get started. We've got illnesses to discuss, herbs to share..."

which the other three medicine cats nodded too, though Fruitnut nodded more stressfully still breathing quite rapidly from the run not being the most agile out of the cats. As the last of the sun's rays faded, and the medicine cats turned to leave, Scarheel paused for a moment, looking at Fruitnut with a surprising warmth. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, Fruitnut," she said, her voice more kind than before. "Don't let the rush of these meetings get to you. Just remember to breathe."

Fruitnut nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Thanks, Scarheel. I'll try."

(Creator's note: Hey yall! Ik it took a while to get this part out but here it is! I FRIGGIN LOVE SCARHEEL >:3)