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Fawnpelt, as SwiftClan's medicine cat, was very resourceful. She may not always have the herbs she wanted to use, but could almost always find a way to address any ache or pain with what she had. Almost. SwiftClan's new camp location didn't have the one herb she needed most for her own aches and pains, chamomile, so she'd decided to take a trip to the forest Clans which eventually lead her to FallClan.
"I hope Weaselpaw has what I need in stock," She said to herself as she made her way toward where she assumed the camp was.
Post by complacentdevil on Nov 27, 2021 19:26:30 GMT -5
Weaselpaw was doing what he always did. Which to everyone else seemed like a whole lot of nothing. He was wandering around with dirty paws, normally pristine, a crisp- snow colored white was now almost grey, covered in soot and bits of straw. He had been digging spots to plant some new herbs. It was fine going and foraging, but if he had been taught anything, having your garden as close to you as possible was very useful. A clump of catmint hung from his jaws, and he plopped it into a small hole he had dug, pushing soil up over its roots.
"Oh! Are you planting something!?" With a surprising about of luck, Fawnpelt saw the very cat she was looking for wandering around outside of FallClan's camp. As soon as she recognized Weaselpaw she practically skipped over to him, her baby blue eyes widening as she realized he was growing herbs, "I've always wanted to try doing that! Of course, since SwiftClan is always moving around, we never stay in any place long enough to do any gardening. I'm so jealous!"
Post by complacentdevil on Dec 13, 2021 0:09:59 GMT -5
The medicine cat's head shot upright, his icy blues wide as he met Fawnpelts softer gaze. His look of panic ebbed and turned into one of familiarity, a small smile spreading under his nose. He chuffed, finding her excitement kind of funny. "Yes, FallClan seems to be in a perpetual state of moistness..." he explained, "Hystericstar said we could use it to our advantage by growing herbs instead of hunting them down. Best thing he ever taught me." His gaze wandered over the Swiftclanner for a second before he asked, with a cocked brow, "What brings you here?"
"Oh, that's right! I'm hunting down some chamomile. Do you have any to spare?" Fawnpelt replied, her eyes lighting up as she remembered her entire reason for being here, "If you don't, that's quite alright, I do have a couple alternatives I can use in a pinch. It's just the best treatment I've got for a current patient of mine."