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Post by silentreflection on Jan 18, 2007 17:02:12 GMT -5
Green eyes turned skyward as the tom lay at the edge of his den. His den. He savored the words. At last, a place to be alone, to think, to meditate. Oh, it did not come without its price: The death of his mentor and closest friend, the sudden feeling of duty, of responsibility. If any cat died now, it would be all him. All his fault. He would have to take each blow, each death, each illness personally. What else could he do? There was no other way he would remain focused. Remain calm. Help others. Help others. The core, the passion of his life. Yes, he would save them. He loved the rush he got when he brought someone back from joining StarClan. No, they could not have them. Not yet.
The late afternoon sun was warm, but that was good in winter. Warmth cutting through icy air. He hoped there wouldn't been illness. Anything that would deplete his meager stores was bad, for herbs were hard to find in winter. If only he had an apprentice to help him, assist him. Someone to whom he could pass on the art.
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Post by mystickit on Jan 20, 2007 20:20:23 GMT -5
A young, small ginger she-cat walked into the den. Her tail swushed back and fowrth behide her. She looked toward Elmheart. "Hello Elmheart," she meowed. He looked distracted to her. The she-cat walked over to the store of herbs and looked at them. They were low on catmint, a herb that grow near twoleg nests. If any sickness broke out, they would need it. Without waiting for her mentor to reply, she meowed hardly, "We're low on catmint."
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Post by silentreflection on Jan 21, 2007 10:18:41 GMT -5
{Erm, I have an apprentice? Since when?}
Elmheart nodded casually to the apprentice. At her statement, he sighed.
"Do you know where we can find it?" he asked, worriedly. The herb was difficult enough to find when it was in season, and just about anything was harder to find in winter.
{Sorry, shortness, I have to go}
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Post by mystickit on Jan 21, 2007 15:16:34 GMT -5
ooc: ahah, ya. I had made her before Elmheart was the medicine cat  Hope you don't mind having an apprentice. ic: The she-cat swpied her tail around herself. She had remembered seeing some a while back at a twoleg nest. "I know a place, not sure if it's still there," she meowed, still looking at the herbs. Coralpaw turned around and looked at her mentor. "Want me to go?" |
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Post by silentreflection on Jan 21, 2007 20:43:58 GMT -5
{XD 'sfine. I never realized ^^}
Elmheart considered for a moment slowly.
"Take me with you. In the course of your... exploring... have you ever found the location of any other herbs? I'd like a place which would have a steady supply of anything during the winter."
He spoke to his apprentice as an equal. After all, one never knew what one might learn in the most unexpected places. Elmheart like his helpful young apprentice.
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Post by mystickit on Jan 24, 2007 16:24:37 GMT -5
Coralpaw shook her head, she'd never found any other herbs. "Let's get moving," she meowed, and started to walk out of the den, stopping to make sure Elmheart was behind her.
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Post by silentreflection on Jan 26, 2007 20:23:10 GMT -5
Elmheart smiled kindly at his young apprentice. "Show me the way," he told her.
He liked that she was eager. She was a good apprentice, observant, clearly. And she had initiative, to go find the herb sources herself. Perhaps she would not need the usual length of time to train before she received her name.
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Post by mystickit on Jan 27, 2007 12:09:37 GMT -5
To: Herbs
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Post by wowposter on Nov 7, 2008 3:27:12 GMT -5
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