Skyclaw Visits Shadowfang

Skyclaw was walking towards Shadowfang's den. Once again his joints were in pain. He was growing old-in three sunrises he had already seen Shadowfang about his pain two times- and the thought was killing him. Sighing, he padded into the medicine cat den.

Shadowfang dipped his head to Skyclaw as the tom entered, "Is it the joint's again?" He meowed.

"You guessed it, Shadowfang," Skyclaw replied. "Im getting old!" he said playfully.

Shadowfang purred, "Alright then, some more Daisy leaf should do the trick." He headed towards his herbs, and found the dark green herb. He began to into a paste and applied it to Skyclaw's joints.

"I appreciate the concern Shadowfang," he replied, watching as Shadowfang rubbed the mixture on his joints.

Shadowfang twitched his right ear, "It's my job to place my clan first," once he had finished he meowed, "If there's any more trouble let me know, I'll try my best to fix up those joints of yours."

(He's a softie towards elders or senior warriors the most.)

"Thank you, Shadowfang. Without you, I'd be lying around all day in the elders den!" Skyclaw exclaimed, dipping his head. "And I will be back if they begin aching again."

Shadowfang nodded, even though he was young, he knew that when his day come, he may have to retire to the elders den... and he was without an apprentice.