Despite what some may think, herb maintenance and collection was undeniably one of Mistyheart’s favourite tasks. Sure, she had her own personal garden near her den she maintained with her earth powers and the help of water elementals upon request. However, she did indeed have to maintain the health of her other stocks, monitoring them lest she need them on the chance her garden wasn’t enough, or the plants she needed couldn’t grow there. Besides, sometimes it was best to collect from other places. Not only to give her garden a rest to keep it healthy, but also to provide and change of pace and a relaxing walk.

There was the slight risk that without an apprentice, the lack of a healer in camp could be an issue. However, she trusted her clanmates enough not to trip over their paws too much in her absence. Besides, her route and destination were always known, and her path wasn’t difficult to follow with the way nature seemed to blossom and thrive in the wake of her pale silver paws.

Sighing softly in contentment, the healer wove calmly along her pleasantly lonesome path. The large weeping willow she ought to pass soon was within site, her branches bowing low in an attempt to scrape her back with no avail. Yet this was not Mistyheart’s destination. No. She intended to make her way around the tree, along the riverbank, and toward the Windclan border. For tucked along in the wedged land between said border and the river was an amazingly fruitful place to find herbs.

Still, the willow tree was a good stop.

Padding over to it’s base with her ever constant humming emitting a soft, melodic tune, the lynx pointed molly placed the comfrey roots she’d collected earlier upon the ground. An elder had been complaining lately of stiff and aching joints, and she was hardly going to neglect the issue. Besides, it was a useful root to have on paw. Pausing in her tune, Mistyheart gently touched her nose to the rough but useful bark, breathing in its scent of life in a silent thanks to Starclan, before pulling away. Not that her thanks were truly silent, for the very tune she soon resumed humming as she scooped up the roots was a thanks she’d learnt as an apprentice.

After locating some dock by the sight of its broad leaves, along with its tangy scent, she allowed her power to gently liven it up, before lightly plucking some leaves. Adding this find to her pile, the healer continued on her way toward the river.

Even if she weren’t collecting herbs, Mistyheart knew she would be drawn to the water. It made sense, certainly, seeing as she was Riverclan by birth as well as abode. One could not blame her love for it, either. After all, so drawn as she was to nature, of course she would appreciate it’s life giving qualities. That, and the river was soothing. On many occasions, as she did today upon approach after lowering her herbs to the ground, she would sit by the bank and simply watch it ripple and flow before continuing her tasks. Still on her list were borage and feverfew, but they could certainly wait a moment.

She liked to think, at times, that she was much like the river. Calm, steady, and with a clear direction to flow in.

Other times...such a thing was not so easy.

(Open to Windclan, Riverclan, or even both ^^)