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The gray she-cat for once wasn’t busying herself with organizing herbs, or coming up with an obscure remedy to help with someone’s anxiety. No, today was just for Tempest to relax, only she wasn’t exactly how to do that… She genuinely found her daily tasks relaxing but according to some know it all hunter, you couldn’t work and be relaxed at the same time? Who knew? Now she found herself either working or relaxing, she was just bored. It wasn’t like she would go out of her way to socialize either, so instead she kind of… just sat in the middle of camp… doing nothing.
"Taking a break?" Creek had a knack for showing up when he wasn't wanted so, the moment his apprentice decided to relax, of course he would materialize out of thin air. He did not seem very busy either, though. Normally he was dragging around an herb or a book but today he had nothing in his jaws. The young bengal tom yawned and sat down next to Tempest, his tail tip switching every now and again, "I suppose there's not much work to do. I changed Louella's bandages this morning, no one else seems ill and our stores are overflowing..."
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POSTEDJul 20, 2020 12:26:38 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
If it bothered Tempest that her mentor was younger than her, she never showed it. She treated Creek the same way she treated all the others, keeping him at least a tail length away from her at all times. The only difference was she actually had to respond to him when he spoke to her. She nodded to the first part of his question shifting away from him ever so slightly when he sat down. "Mhm" she murmured in response regarding their supply of herbs. "Even Lyn seems to be scratching at his pelt less" she remarked, she hadn't shared the fact that she had been practically soaking the white tom in mouse bile since he arrived but, she wasn't trying to keep it a secret either.
"No surprise there, you more than took care of him." The silence that followed Creek's statement was long and awkward but he didn't seem bothered by it much at all. He yawned again, arched his back, then laid down with his belly to the ground. He was uncomfortably crowd to Tempest; their pelts were brushing, "Tell me, why did you want to be Mage? You don't seem to like anyone, much less me." He was highly conversational, there was no aggression or tension in his words, he was honestly curious.
