Post by Thyra on Jan 28, 2019 10:18:25 GMT
The cold was harsh, sicknesses were abundant, and herbs were as scarce as prey. Already, there were a few sick cats in Mistyheart’s den, and she worried the sicknesses would only spread. It wasn’t many now, but this was a poor time. What if Riverclan’s warriors started disappearing too? Or the anger of the other clans turned upon them next? At least Windclan seemed peaceful, but Lynxstar’s hostility was alarming, and the anger between Darkclan, Thunderclan and Shadowclan....
Shaking out her pelt, as though the worry was like collected snow she helped to fling away, the young medicine cat continued to pick her way through the ice. Maybe she should have taken on an apprentice to help her. That would make things a little easier. She wished Starclan had given her a vision, a warning of some kind. She’d hated saying no to Heatherstar when she’d been asked if Starclan had spoken to her. Yet Starclan had hardly spoken at all lately.
‘Perhaps I ought to go visit them?’ she mused, before quickly shaking her head. ‘No. My clan needs me.‘
Holding back a sigh of weary discontentment, the molly soon realised where her paws had been directing her. Windclan. Well, at leas they were the least hostile of the clans, and there were some herbs over here that she could check on. Maybe she’d find a little catmint too. Any catmint was well received when it came to Leafbare, or even anything that could act as an alternative. Chickweed, perhaps? She knew there was at least some tansy she could collect.
Pointed herself toward the tansy patch she hoped had survived the frost - she made sure she and the warriors kept an eye on it, and the growth patrols were always directed toward her herbs. However, there was no promised in leafbare. Still, the medicine cat was pleased when she found the plant - still in its youth, but at least not suffering yet from the frost. Good, it was being taken care of by the earth warriors, too.
Tentatively, she concentrated on the little plant, willing it to maturity as she pressed her paws around its base to direct as much of her elemental energy as she could. Just as the herb - however meagre - was ready to be plucked, a scent reached her, and her head shot up in alarm. Windclan may be on reasonable terms with them, but that didn’t mean she was confident near the border, even on her own side. However, as she recognised her fellow medicine cat, the molly relaxed and pricked her flattened ears, returning to gently drawing the plant from the snowy earth, before placing it tenderly at her paws and cocking her head.
“Mistypelt!” she greeted warmly, tail flicking in friendly greeting. However, concern touched her gaze. “What brings you to the border? Is everything okay?”
Rune
Shaking out her pelt, as though the worry was like collected snow she helped to fling away, the young medicine cat continued to pick her way through the ice. Maybe she should have taken on an apprentice to help her. That would make things a little easier. She wished Starclan had given her a vision, a warning of some kind. She’d hated saying no to Heatherstar when she’d been asked if Starclan had spoken to her. Yet Starclan had hardly spoken at all lately.
‘Perhaps I ought to go visit them?’ she mused, before quickly shaking her head. ‘No. My clan needs me.‘
Holding back a sigh of weary discontentment, the molly soon realised where her paws had been directing her. Windclan. Well, at leas they were the least hostile of the clans, and there were some herbs over here that she could check on. Maybe she’d find a little catmint too. Any catmint was well received when it came to Leafbare, or even anything that could act as an alternative. Chickweed, perhaps? She knew there was at least some tansy she could collect.
Pointed herself toward the tansy patch she hoped had survived the frost - she made sure she and the warriors kept an eye on it, and the growth patrols were always directed toward her herbs. However, there was no promised in leafbare. Still, the medicine cat was pleased when she found the plant - still in its youth, but at least not suffering yet from the frost. Good, it was being taken care of by the earth warriors, too.
Tentatively, she concentrated on the little plant, willing it to maturity as she pressed her paws around its base to direct as much of her elemental energy as she could. Just as the herb - however meagre - was ready to be plucked, a scent reached her, and her head shot up in alarm. Windclan may be on reasonable terms with them, but that didn’t mean she was confident near the border, even on her own side. However, as she recognised her fellow medicine cat, the molly relaxed and pricked her flattened ears, returning to gently drawing the plant from the snowy earth, before placing it tenderly at her paws and cocking her head.
“Mistypelt!” she greeted warmly, tail flicking in friendly greeting. However, concern touched her gaze. “What brings you to the border? Is everything okay?”
Rune
