Sparrowthorn had been examining the herb stores that Batsong had organized... or whichever cat had organized in the past. How long had the herbs been organized like this? Did Batsong change it when she became the Medicine Cat? Looking back to her nest, she moved it slightly more to the side, bothered by its proximity to Batsong's. She had only ever slept near her brothers... it had been a change. Not one she had appreciated, there had been more sleepless nights than she had cared to admit.
Batsong called to the new apprentice, and Sparrowthorn had an inkling of what it would be about. She had seen her mentor carrying out herbs, placing them into piles. She was finally going to learn more. Good, the sooner the better.
Padding gingerly back out into the light, Sparrowthorn approached the piles, allowing Batsong to begin her explanations. Tormentil, yellow clovers... dry and rocky... She silently reviewed the information in her mind, doing her best to commit it to memory as fast as possible. At Batsong's request, she sniffed the herb, pulling back for a moment before sniffing again. She hadn't expected the pungent odor, but it was an herb, they all had pungent odors. Tansy, yellow and round... "Twoleg gardens. Do you bring warriors with you when you go? Sounds dangerous." Not that she was afraid, hardly. Good practice to know how dangerous a place was though. Dock, massive leaves.
"I have to understand them fast, Shadowclan is practically clawing the territory line with how badly they want to fight us. Cats'll get hurt, I won't let them die." Not because I don't have the ability. "Tormentil for extracting poison, tansy for painkiller or green cough, dock to prevent infection and treat wounds. Keep going."
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Creekpaw♀ | Apprentice | Riverclan | 20/60 | #666d96
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