flower in your pocket [C]

Having Larkspring with her on one of these patrols was kinda weird. Pigeonpounce was pretty certain he still thought bitterly of her, but in honesty, she hadn’t thought about him much in… probably in moons. She wondered what he thought of her now that she became a medicine cat. What did it matter? Larkspring’s opinion of her had never mattered before. Pigeonpounce shook her head and turned toward both him and Oleanderpaw.

”Herb gatherin’s, uh, pretty easy,” she began, tail waving. It was a task she’d slowly gotten better at. She could recognize and name most of the useful flora that grew around their territory. A small bit of pride warmed in Pigeonpounce’s chest. ”Lotta herbs are real colorful--attention-grabbin’. Look fer things like that. Or, y’know--whatever y’think looks useful. Oh! An’, uh, don’t put anythin’ in your mouth. Could be pois’nous.” With that, she nodded. ”A’ight, start lookin’! Lemme know if ya find anythin’.”

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