Now I plum reckon ya’ll are gettin’ real sick of this 🎩 character carryin’ on an’ on, so ‘fortunately I only got myself one more YeeyeeClan cat to introduce ‘fore I turn things over to my rootin’ tootin’ cowgirls, and ‘course since you already been ‘quainted with the leader and the deputy, I’m here to give a holler to YeeyeeClan’s trusty medicine cat, Tumbleweed.
Now Tumbleweed is as friendly as anythin’ but he’s a no-nonsense sorta feller when it comes to his work. See, YeeyeeClans prairies can be right dangerous, with all them cows and horses and crop monsters and ironmouths and snakes and all manner of varmints and critters, so Tumbleweed ain’t got time to be dallyin’ with every little scrape an’ splinter, and he’ll give ya the what fer if you come to him a-whinin’ and a-hollerin’ about some nonsense. He ain’t bothered by gettin’ his paws dirty, diggin’ out rusty nails and closin’ up gashes and hell, the feller is even gnawed a Warrior’s tail clean off on account of it gettin’ stepped on. Even his own tail’s seen better days—it ain’t got much hair on it no more and it bends in all sort of unsightly places, but y’see, a grown cowpoke ‘round here losin’ his tail will give his clanmates quite the fodder for some laughin’, so Tumbleweed ain’t partin’ with his tail no time soon. He ain't partin' with his apprentice, Wheatgrass, neither, and I'd say she's rightly the gentle side this paws-on country doc needs
