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Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 31, 2020 16:42:18 GMT -5
Graythorn paced restlessly outside his den. The pending war against Primal Instinct weighed heavily on his mind. He felt like he was caught in a holding pattern until Ratstar made his final decision after the voting. He longed for peace but knew he had to follow his leader if he decided for war. He was waiting for Thistlepaw so they could stock up on medicines and webbing that would be needed in case there was a battle. There was a sheltered place near the SpringClan border that would be a good spot to store the items if they needed to be used. When is she coming? He waved his tail irritably.
A blur of orange came skyrocketing toward Graythorn, narrowly avoiding him as it hit the den and bounced off. In a daze, Thistlepaw picked herself up off the ground and shook. "Sorry Graythorn, paws started moving too quickly," she said. There was a warm smile on her face as she looked at her mentor, who seemed a bit grumpy if his tail was any indication. She didn't pick up on why though.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 1, 2020 17:26:01 GMT -5
Graythorn had quickly stepped sideways to avoid a collision causing a branch from the outside of the den wall to poke him in the side. "Ouch!" he grumbled. "It's about time. Let's get going so we can collect herbs for this mouse-brained battle that might happen." He leaned around and licked the spot where the branch got him. At least it's not bleeding, he thought.
Somebody was prickly this morning. Although her sister Sunpaw had been the medicine apprentice, Thistlepaw had never really interacted with Graythorn. The tabby nodded enthusiastically at his suggestion. "What kind of herbs are we gonna get, Graythorn?" She had worked in the gardens before now and evidently there were way more things to collect outside of camp than they grew themselves. That was exciting. His words about the battle made her perk up her ears but for the moment she remained silent on the topic.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 2, 2020 19:07:14 GMT -5
"A lot of marigold and some horsetail to stave off infections," he replied as he started to leave the camp. "Horsetail can be found growing in the marshy areas by the lake. We'll also need plenty of webs to stop any bleeding. Thankfully it's worm season right now. Their webs are around in abundance and they're stronger than ordinary spider webs." He had gathered some for his own stores just the other day.
"That's so interesting," said the apprentice. Graythorn sure had a bunch of knowledge. Thistlepaw worried that she would never be able to absorb all of it. "How do you know where to find the worm webs?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 18, 2020 15:44:09 GMT -5
"Up in the trees," Graythorn replied. "**RACIST ALERT** moths lay their eggs in the trees. When they hatch, the worms make a web nest to live in. Be sure when you collect the webs that you don't take any of the worms. They're not poisonous or anything," he clarified. "I just don't like them around."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 21, 2020 13:01:07 GMT -5
(Racist alert?? What? Since when is the name of that kind of moth racist?)
"We'll head towards the lake and pick up any webbing we see along our way," Graythorn replied. "From there we'll go to the herb and wildflower meadow to get some marigold." He stretched his legs then started to walk out of the camp.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 25, 2020 10:30:31 GMT -5
"Slow down!" Graythorn grumbled. Even when he was younger he didn't dash about from place to place. "You might miss seeing something important. You can never tell when StarClan might send you a vision and you don't want to rush right past it. Or you might find a plant you need and didn't know it was there."
(ooc - g....y....p....s....ymoth caterpillars. Just wanted to see if it would block this out.)
She halted instantly, stumbling as she forced her legs to stand still and wait on him to catch up. "Oops. Sorry, Graythorn."
Thistlepaw loved getting to leave camp and she was excited to get to do something, but her mentor was right. She needed to be more aware of her surroundings and pay attention.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 26, 2020 14:15:45 GMT -5
The hollow log Graythorn always carried when collecting herbs banged lightly against his chest as he walked. When he caught up to his apprentice he stopped and motioned with his tail for her to lead the way. "I want see if you know your way around our territory." Up until now he had always taken the lead. "So take us to the lake where the horsetail grows."
Thistlepaw raised an eyebrow, taken by surprise. Graythorn wanted her to lead the way? "Sure thing!" she replied, excited because this was finally something she could do. The apprentice had taken part in the exchange with SpringClan back when she was training to be a garden keeper. While she wasn't sure where horsetail would grow at the lake, she could at least get to the SpringClan border. The lake touched it. Graythorn could show her from there where the horsetail would be. Whitemuzzle
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 23, 2020 19:43:36 GMT -5
He could tell his apprentice was surprised at his suggestion. Smiling just a little, he began to follow Thistlepaw. "The best way to learn things is by doing them," he meowed. "Do you remember what horsetail looks and smells like?" There had been one or two old pieces back in the herb stores in the den.
Padding along, Thistlepaw tried to imagine the horsetail in her mind. "It's ... it's long, isn't it?" She stepped around a large piece of foliage, letting her fur brush along it for a little scratch. "But I can't remember the color."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 23, 2020 20:18:04 GMT -5
Graythorn rolled his eyes. Good thing he was slightly behind Thistlepaw. "Um, green," he meowed. "It has long, thicker stems than most herbs and has darker tips. There's a large patch of them where the main stream empties into the lake."
"Pretty sure the one I saw in the medicine den was brown though," she argued lightly, scenting the air. They were nearing the lake by the SpringClan border now.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 26, 2020 17:44:59 GMT -5
"That's because they're old and need to be replaced," Graythorn grumbled. "The main stream is to the west, our left." He hoped there were still some green ones left now that the cold weather had set in. If not, they'd just have to make do with what they could find.
"Left, got it." Thistlepaw moved her direction to head the way Graythorn had said. She began searching for the horsetail, eyes scanning the edge of the water as they neared it. There was something that looked vaguely familiar. The apprentice bounded up to it, gesturing with one fuzzy paw. "Graythorn, over here! Is this it?"
