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There only a few duties that made Vixenpaw regret choosing to become a garden keeper apprentice, and herb sorting was one of them. "C'mon, you stupid little..." he muttered, cursing as he struggled to pick up one of the leaves from his pile of herbs. Curse whoever designed us felines without opposable thumbs. We should be paying a monkey in bananas to do this crap.
A slight rush of air from a cat walking past disturbed his herbs, the slight breeze sending his carefully-sorted piles fluttering away across camp. "No, no, no!" he exclaimed, rushing to collect them all back. "Hey, you! Don't get so close to someone when they're sorting through herbs, alright? I've been doing this for, like, three minutes now!"
Cypresspaw was rather glad that he didn’t have to do as much as the other apprentices right now — ‘settling in’ and all that — or maybe he was and had simply been forgotten, but who was he to say what was or wasn’t right in Summerclan? He’d only been there a few weeks, and really he felt more like a trespasser than anything. Most of his time was spent around the edges of camp, or in the dark lands. He liked the hidden, cramped feeling as apprised to most of their open fields. He’d left the apprentices den a little late today, busy fluffing up his nest with extra he’d collected the other day. As usual, Cypresspaw wasn’t the best at watching where he was going, and so he hardly paid any mind to the apprentice he disturbed, only turned when he heard a shout.
He gave Vixenpaw a look of horror as he watched shin collect up all the herbs. “Oh my — oh, God, I am so sorry —“ he moved to help, haphazardly picking some up, and his swift movements only caused him to stir them more. This guy was certainly going to skin him alive or something.
“That’s a lot of lost time but look—“ he shoved a small, crumpled pile towards him, “I’ve fixed it.”
