dried herbs [closed]

Driftcloud led the way through the territory, looking back over his shoulder ever-so often to make sure his little apprentice Chivepaw was still following. He, admittedly...was slacking on his training. Those creepy dead foxhearts made him wary and uncomfortable, and the thought of them tailing after him and his apprentice was disturbing. Even now, three of them limped a foxlength behind the mentor and apprentice, and Driftcloud's nose wrinkled.

Freaks... he thought, then cleared his throat to get Chivepaw's attention. "So, uh...I'm kinda the worst mentor ever I think, an' I'm real sorry for not takin' ya out more. I'm gonna change that, startin' today. That bein' said, what do you wanna start with? I can show ya around the territory, we could practice huntin', we could spar a bit...whatever ya wanna do." The bulky warrior leaned in close to his apprentice, muttering in his ear just loud enough for the young tom to hear, "If I were you, I think I would like to practice sparrin', to show those foxhearts behind us what's what. But, up t' you, 'paw. I'm simple here to help."