+preperation+

[~Snowstar~]

Deepsoul sighed as she spat out a mouthful of unappealing-tasting herbs. "Yuck," she mumbled to herself. She was certain that she would always dislike the medicine tastes, yet she had become quick used to them.
As she continued to count her stock and grind more plants between her teeth, she thought about the Gathering that was to be held that evening. She would certainly be going; Dovestar, Snowstar and Whisperstar would certainly need their Medicine Cat's support when facing Froststar.
Froststar; she was definitely one to be feared.

[~Snowstar~]

Deepsoul groaned slightly as she heard Dovestar calling her clan. She had still not finished with her herbs and medicines, but, she thought, the gathering cannot wait.
So she jumped to her feet and bustled out of the den, wondering what her leader would say before they left.