A Different Kind of Hunting [closed]

Mintwhisker stirred, looking up at Amberpaw blearily. "Hmm...? Oh, yes. Thank you, Amberpaw." Her voice was rough and gravelly- partially from sleep, and partially from the unusual cold that had settled over Skyclan territory. Mintwhisker blinked, running her nose through her fur in an effort to fluff it as much as possible. She had always envied her great-grandfather's thick black pelt- although she assumed it was never uncomfortably cold in Starclan.
After attending to her fur, Mintwhisker stretched and turned her attention to the bird that Amberpaw had retrieved for her. Her stomach rumbled, and within a few minutes, the bird had been reduced to a few feathers and a pile of bones, the latter of which Mintwhisker discarded outside.

"Alright dear," The taupe tabby was looking much more awake now, her eyes bright and alert. "I have something exciting for us to do today." There was a faint sense of urgency in Mintwhisker's tone. The cold had moved in much faster than she had anticipated. "Cold weather means dead herbs. Today, we need to gather as many as we can find. Come with me; I'll explain what we're looking for while we walk." The short she-cat flicked her tail, beckoning to the apprentice as she turned toward the camp entrance.

"Right," She began. "The first thing we need to find are some Snakeroot- little plants with white flowers. Since they're usually found in warm places, it's important that we track them down fast." The taupe tabby flicked her ears, stopping to turn to Amberpaw. "Here's your first test: Where in the territory would we find Snakeroot?"

"Excellent." Mintwhisker purred encouragingly. Amberpaw's logic already proving to be more than sufficient, especially for an apprentice who had just left the nursery. That, combined with the golden she-cat's sharp wit, would definitely be an asset if she was going to one day become a fully-named Medicine Cat. The mental abilities she needed were present- they just needed to be honed.
"Follow me, and keep an eye out for any juniper berries on the way- we're running a bit low." She instructed, leading the way through the forest at a brisk pace. They only had so much daylight left, after all.

After a short while, the pair arrived at the Halfstone. Mintwhisker flicked her tail as several mice skittered past, her claws tensing out of habit. "Be careful." She mewed softly. "Can you smell anything?"
The second test: Sense of smell. Medicine Cats required a particularly strong nose. There was a faint odor coming from a crack beneath one half of the boulder. Mintwhisker vividly remembered the predator that used to inhabit that space, as well as the dreadful day it had attacked Tigerleaf. Rippedstar was just a deputy then, and Poplarstar was barely a warrior. The plump she-cat sighed, allowing herself to be lost in the memory for a brief moment before turning her attention back to her apprentice.