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His paws moved almost automatically. Or at least, at a distance it might seem like that. His paws were certainly moving quickly, tuft of a tail twitching repeatedly behind him, but the shift of herbs and occasional muttered comment was largely random guesswork. He had barely gotten the chance to really start his training by the time NightClan arrived and captured his Clan. There wasn't much time while trapped in SunClan territory to continue learning herbs and treatments from Fawnheart, and it hadn't been long since SpringClan managed to return to their own camp. His total training could probably not even count towards a full moons worth, and he was spending every moment he could trying to rush the process. He didn't want another attack to happen while he was completely helpless to do anything.
Regardless of how much information he actually knew, Whitepaw was completely absorbed in his self-assigned work. He was crouched over the semi-scattered herbs, trying to match names to each plant with only minor success. He was paying no attention to anything around himself, mouth moving with softly-muttered names and treatments that, half the time, he backed out on, uncertain if he was anywhere near correct.
"Whitepaw" Fawnheart's gentle voice interrupted the young apprentice's concentration. She was standing over him, her amber eyes were soft and almost a glint of pity. "I cant apologize to you enough for missing much of your training. Im afraid I havent been a good mentor. Hopefully now that we are back, I can be that mentor that you need."
He jumped at the soft voice, head tilting up to look at his mentor. For a moment his mismatched gaze flickered past Fawnheart as he wondered if perhaps she needed to get at the herbs for a patient, but they turned back onto her as she spoke. "You don't need to be sorry," he meowed automatically, not wanting his mentor to feel guilty especially considering the circumstances. There wasn't any reason he could see for her to apologize. "I hadn't really been your apprentice for very long before NightClan showed up." As far as Whitepaw cared, his lack of training was mostly the fault of the trio of Clans that worked to capture his Clan alongside DayClan. Sure, he'd gotten the opportunity to see what the far-off SunClan was really like and got to see some parts of how the other three Clans involved in the situation worked, but there hadn't really been time to work on his training while SpringClan was prisoners, especially with him spending time as an Initiate. He couldn't see there being much Fawnheart could've done about that.
He tried, and largely failed, to hide the worry that sparked in him at his mentor's question. He carefully reached out a paw, nudging a single berry closer as though a closer look would spark some memory that likely didn't exist. After a moment he replied with a hesitant, "Black...berries?" He remembered hearing his mother mention something called that before, something their Twolegs ate occasionally, but he couldn't recall what they looked like. Forget remembering if these were the same thing.
She giggled, "thats a good guess but this one is very tricky. I just wanted to see if you actually knew it. This is a Belladonna berry. They are used for calming spasms and cramps."
The disappointment that sparked in the young apprentice was dampened some by Fawnheart's comment on the herb being a tricky one. He repeated the plant's name under his breath several times to try to remember. Maybe he could remember that it started with the same sound blackberry started with. After a few moment of trying to force the knowledge into his mind he glanced back up at Fawnheart as he asked, "Are there a lot of tricky herbs I'll have to learn?"
"Some are tricky and others are simple. But once youve finished your raining, all of it will become second nature to you" she encouraged. "You will be surprised how quickly you pick up on herbs when your sorting and piling" she joked, twitching her whiskers in amusement.
He gave a low groan at her answer. "It certainly didn't seem easy when I was trying that earlier," he muttered, though he knew it was because he had been working with practically nothing. At least if he were to do it again, he'd know this herb and not think it was something else.
