[The clans of Clawsclan and Windclan have been at war for who knows how long.]

[You are the medicine cat of Clawsclan, you aren't usually allowed to fight, only allowed to help and heal the soldiers. The weight of the pressure making you feel worthless and unworthy, you aren't ever healed. You're expected to heal yourself.]

[As of right now, it's night. Both clans are asleep and not fighting eachother, the moon shining on the hill your sitting on. Your sitting away from the rest of the clan for some alone time.]