//InNeedofAHerb\\

[[.F.]light]

He was in need of a herb that grew in the hills. The tom was running low in it, and had decided to go and fetch it. His small, dainty-like paws were silent as he paced through patches of thick, lush green grass. Bright blue optics were watchful for what he needed, finding it in none of the patches that he was looking in he moved on. Spotting it nearby he stalked over. His mouth carefully gripped the stem as he sniped it in half with his fangs. Yarrow. That was the herb. Flightfoot had noticed how low he was, it wasn't that the herb was used so often but he rarely went out to fetch any.

The hills were full of the herb, some areas had less of it than others but it was worth it to go find some. If only he had help collecting it. His brown colored tail flickered and waved as he took the yarrow and trotted away. Stopping again he looked in every direction, there was another yarrow plant. Trotting over he did the same thing before, only taking the stems that held the precious herb and leaving the bare stalk. His ears twitched listening to the calm winds. There was no time for a break. Flightfoot made sure he had a good grip on the herb before continuing on to collect more.

[dream.]

Ivorykit stalked slowly through the undergrowth. She was on a hunting mission. If any warriors saw her this time, she would be in B I G trouble. Bus she was quick. No cats would see her!
Thunk!
Ivorykit ran headlong into something. Looking up slowly, she identafied the cat as Flightfoot. The Medicine cat.
"H-hi...?"
She stammered, hoping she wouldn't be in too much trouble.

[[.F.]light]

Feeling something bump into him he dropped the herbs and turned his head. He was slightly surprised to see young Ivorykit out here in the hills. "Hello Ivorykit what are you doing out here? It is against the Warriorcode for kits to be out here." Though his words were stern and strict his eyes betrayed his words. They showed the soft, gentle emotion. His mind was turning as he thought of a good way to punish her for coming out here.

[dream.]

Ivorykit shuffled her paws.
"I was..."
She paused, and thought quickly. What sort of excuse had she not used before?
"-just...out for a stroll/"
Ivorykit knew that her attempt was corny, but it was worth a try.

[[.F.]light]

He blinked as she gave her answer. It didn't sound like the entire truth but there was no need to force it from her. "A stroll...still you must be punished. Think of what dangerous things could have happened to you." Flightfoot rolled the herb over with his paws and put it in view. "See this herb, memorize it the best you can. We are going to collect as much as we possibly can. This will be your punishment."

Picking it up he held it infront of her face. As if saying to get a whiff of it, incase she needed to use her nose instead of her memory. "Don't stray far. Keep in view." He muffled with the herbs in his light brown maw. His blue optics staring down at her for a few moments. Then he turned and started his way up a hill with occasional stops to look for Yarrow.

[dream.]

Ivorykit had given the herb a good long sniff. Now she spat in disgust.
"Eww! Whatsit called, Flightfoot?"
Ivorykit definatly wasn't looking foreward to this 'punishment'. She would rather be strutting through Windclan camp, sapping up all the attention she got from the tom-kits. Snorting, she crained her neck, looking for any sign of the herb Flightfoot had showed her.

[[.F.]light]

He looked back at her chuckling through the herbs. "Yarrow." Spotting some he pointed at it with his paw as if motioning for her to get it. Turning he crouched down to wiff a bit of grass. He followed the scent to a small patch of yarrow, the yarrow 'flower' was brightly colored.

Placing the Yarrow in his mouth down he collected the bright Yarrow and placed it on top. Taking it in his mouth again he padded away to search for more. Flightfoot glanced at Ivorykit making sure she was fine. He saw the puffy kind of yarrow. Again he placed the Yarrow in his mouth down and snipped the stems with the puffy Yarrow off. The piles was becoming to much. He took a few steps away. Choosing a small patch of grass he scraped the green plant away and dropped the yarrow. The siamese stalked away glancing at Ivorkit a few times before whiffing for more yarrow.

[untilthis.echo]

A pair of heated gold eyes watched the two cats silently, pale acid green flecks dilating in the creature's eyes. Paws were softly tucked under the cat's body as his eyes scored over the hills and rested on the two herb collectors. Twitching his ears in just the right angle to listen to them, the tom's whiskers twitched in amusement at Ivorykit's loud mew of disdain. A tremor spiraled down the tomcat's body, gently racking the autumn chest of the cat in a series of soft chuckles. Tail neatly wrapping around motted paws, Echostar waited to see what Flightfloot would do. He felt no need to reveal that he was watching the two cats high up on a hill, gold eyes watching with intrigue. Besides, this patch of grass he was currently nestled in was far too soft and comfy, why leave it? Tucking in closer, he rested his paws on it and smiled slightly.

[dream.]

Ivorykit sniffed miserably. Why was she left to do this...icky job. Spotting a clump of the yarrow stuff, she pattered over to it, and tore it out of the ground, violently, her explosive temper rising by the second. Reaching Flightfoot, she opened her mouth, so the herb fell out at his feet. "That good enough?" She asked, rudely.

[[.F.]light]

Flightfoot stared down at her. A hint of anger in those bright blue eyes. Setting down the herbs in his mouth he gazed at her with a stern look. "If you are not going to take your punishment seriously I shall take you to Echostar and have him give you something harder. I'm sure you wouldn't want that hmm?" He had figured the that one who was watching them was Echostar. He wasn't for certain though.

[dream.]

Ivorykit flinched away. "Sorry, Flightfoot." She whispered. Ivorykit wanted nothing to do with Echostar. He scared her. Then again, all cats in a position of high authority scared her. Ivorykit pattered away, but looked back more than a few times.

ooc; ugh. sorry for teh bad post. =3

[[.F.]light]

"Tis alright Ivorykit just watch what you do next time." He placed the herbs in his pile, taking hers to. His eyes wandered to where the cat was hiding. Flightfoot was caustious as he made his way down to the bushes carefully taking in the aromas of them. Glancing back at Ivorykit he slipped through it and on to the other side. "Heh...so I was right. What are you doing out here Echostar?"

[untilthis.echo]

Echostar's ears perked and he lifted his head from his paws. With a lot purr, the bengal tom rose to his paws and stretched. His claws sank into the soft earth as his muscles unclenched and then relaxed. With a long, lazy yawn, he shook himself and waved his tail joyfully. Blinking green-gold eyes on Flightfloot, Echostar mewed, "Ah Flightfloot! Lovely day isn't it? Thought I'd get off my behind and go for a stroll! The sun is shining, the breeze is nice, the sky is blue! What a day!"

Grinning from ear to ear, the playful leader twitched his tail before tilting his head as he mewed, "Quick question though my swift friend, just what is Ivorykit doing way out here? Away from the nursery hm?" the tom mewed, a smile curling his lips as his eyes glinted mischieviously.

[[.F.]light]

Flightfoot chuckled softly as he heard Echostar's reply. Yes the day was a fine one! Perfect for his Yarrow collecting. "She told me she was on a stroll which I believe is partially a lie. I punished her even if it was a stroll, her punishment is collecting Yarrow." A soft breeze tickled his face as it blew by. The tom didn't react in any way, but he stared in the direction it was blowing in. Flightfoot blinked and turned his gaze onto Echostar.

[untilthis.echo]

Echostar's gold-green eyes twinkled as the gears in his mind started to churn. Ivorykit going out for a stroll ey? So far away from the nursery, where she was supposed to be? Twitching his whiskers, the bengal tom waved his tail languidly from side to side, hypnotizing himself as his eyes followed the smooth movement. Feeling the breeze, he too turned in its direction. His heated eyes grazed over the grassy hills as he mewed, keeping his voice playful but his meaning serious, "Good good. She may not like collecting yarrow, but we can't have kits wandering all over Windclan without punishment. They might get it into their heads to go out for a rather crazy adventure, and then what kind of cats would we be, letting kits romp all over," he mewed, twitching his ear in Flightfoot's direction, "Where is the little scrap anyway?"