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Post by Fallenpaw on Jul 10, 2014 1:51:10 GMT
@meowz
Fallenpaw whisked through the camp entrance, appearing a heartbeat later on the other side. The strong smell of herbs clung to her black and grey striped pelt, but didn't bother her. The sounds and smells of the forest spilled out around her. The soft chirp of a cardinal rang lightly in the forest. Fallenpaw continued, padding lightly in the forest. A few leaves fell here and there, and a few grass tussocks were lit with the gloomy sunlight. The forest was dark and gloomy, but she could see fine. Fallenpaw strode confidently through the forest, stepping over an oak root. The mute medicine cat apprentice pinpointed a heap of scattered marigold, and approached apon hearing a disturbing sound. She whipped around, eyes narrowed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 2:49:27 GMT
Pouncepaw jumped back, still being an apprentice, he still had to learn how to use his scents well, for he never knew that Fallenpaw was here, but at least he knew that a cat was here. And herbs. And that the cat was a Nightclan cat. Was that hostility in her eyes? PouncepW thought that the medicine cat apprentice didn't like him due to his Flashclan origins.
"Uhh.." he stammered, "Hi?"
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Post by Fallenpaw on Jul 10, 2014 3:08:33 GMT
Fallenpaw recognized a cat she vaguely knew. She dipped her head politely. She turned back to the clump of marigold, and plucked the flowers from the earth.
(Lazy)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 9:32:31 GMT
"Okay..." Pouncepaw turned around, "See you when I see you!" He called turning back to camp. "Awkward," He murmured, half to himself.
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Post by Fallenpaw on Jul 10, 2014 12:21:04 GMT
The shecat went back to work, continuing on the narrow path leading to an old abandon two-leg garden. Her sharp ears caught the mumbled words from her clanmate. Growling, she plucked some of the tempting smelling plants out of the earth.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 1:02:53 GMT
Pouncepaw looked at his paws. He was also a new apprentice and didn't know what he was doing. Is that the same case with medicine cats? he wondered. His knowledge about medicine cats was little, he knew that they could have friendships in other clans but they couldn't love. He also knew that they did little battle training. Would medicine cats be strong? Wouldn't they get all their strength from gathering herbs? On the thought of it, he returned to the place were he last saw Fallenpaw, but she wasn't there. Mouse-dung! And her scent is stale!
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Post by Fallenpaw on Jul 11, 2014 1:59:01 GMT
Pouncepaw's scent slashed at her and Fallenpaw retraced her steps. She dipped her head to Pouncepaw.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 5:48:20 GMT
Pouncepaw dipped his head awkwardly to her. Why does everything have to be so akward around her? he thought desperately. Shifting his weight, he asked, "D-do you need any help with anything?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 7:18:22 GMT
"Sorry Pouncepaw, but Fallenpaw has to come with me." Pineleaf mewed, standing up, "I need her in the nursery with Creamfoot. There's soothing I need to ask her. You can go back to camp. Fallenpaw can come back here and collect herbs with you, but not now." Pineleaf signaled with her tail for Fallenpaw to go back to camp with her.
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Post by Fallenpaw on Jul 11, 2014 15:09:13 GMT
Fallenpaw scented Pineleaf before she heard her. Just before Pineleaf began speaking, Pouncepaw asked if she needed help. But before she could answer, Pineleaf bit into the short-talk. With a slight nod, Fallenpaw set the herbs down and whisked over to Pineleaf's side. With one last glance over her shoulder, she continued on.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 9:47:23 GMT
"Now, Fallenpaw, do you know which herb stops milk? I need you to get it and give it to Creamfoot in the nursery." Pineleaf looked at a rock sheltering a clump of small leaves. Nodding her head, she continued to the nursery, where Creamfoot was waiting for her.
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Post by Fallenpaw on Jul 13, 2014 15:52:39 GMT
Nodding to her question, Fallenpaw slipped away to hunt some borage. Spotting some, she plucked thm out of the ground and then streaked back.
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