Post by noctemq on Jul 30, 2019 22:04:11 GMT
The Mistclan camp was FULL. Cherryhawk had no idea that both Moth and Root would end up in the same place, at the same time, both due to some sort of disaster. It was unlucky at best, though most cats seemed to be making the best of it. The once individual scents of each clan were beginning to form into some sort of hodgepodge aroma that could be best describe as soggy earth. Each clan, for the most part, seemed to keep to themselves like the cliques apprentices would form. Cherryhawk, on the other hand, was trying to stay positive by socializing with as many cats as she could. She was hesitant around Rootclan, especially since they were the ones who gave her facial scars, and stayed more on the Mist-Moth side of things. Deep inside, she felt like this quick judgement was unfair to them. Maybe now would be a good time to make some Root friends, if she didn't feel so off.
It could've been a bad fish she ate, or the stress of being away from home, but something was more different that usual. Cherryhawk felt bloated and a little strange. She wanted to talk to one of the medicine cats, but they were all busy with injuries; it would be ridiculous to disrupt their work, especially since lives were on the line. She began to think. Medicine cats use herbs to heal, and anything leafy could be a herb. So therefore, eating grass could help? Doctor Cherry was in the house and she prescribed... grass. Her brown eyes drifted over to a particularly green patch, one that may have seemed tasty if she was a bunny. Instead, she grimaced. There was no was she was going to do that to herself unless it was absolutely necessary... but, it could help, she just wouldn't know until she tried. Cherryhawk stood up with a quiet sigh and walked towards the grass and stared at it. She hesitantly pawed at a long blade with her good pad, her body still feeling odd. The longer she sat and thought about it, the longer it made sense. When she was an apprentice, she munched on some greens to help herself with a bad hairball. Maybe grass was that mystery cure that no one talked about!
Cherryhawk carefully inspected the patch, then bent down towards one of the longer bunches and touched her nose to it; this one'll have to do. She gingerly snapped them out of the ground and held the tuft in her mouth. Hopefully no one had been watching too long, considering that she looked like some strange, over-sized vole at the moment.
It could've been a bad fish she ate, or the stress of being away from home, but something was more different that usual. Cherryhawk felt bloated and a little strange. She wanted to talk to one of the medicine cats, but they were all busy with injuries; it would be ridiculous to disrupt their work, especially since lives were on the line. She began to think. Medicine cats use herbs to heal, and anything leafy could be a herb. So therefore, eating grass could help? Doctor Cherry was in the house and she prescribed... grass. Her brown eyes drifted over to a particularly green patch, one that may have seemed tasty if she was a bunny. Instead, she grimaced. There was no was she was going to do that to herself unless it was absolutely necessary... but, it could help, she just wouldn't know until she tried. Cherryhawk stood up with a quiet sigh and walked towards the grass and stared at it. She hesitantly pawed at a long blade with her good pad, her body still feeling odd. The longer she sat and thought about it, the longer it made sense. When she was an apprentice, she munched on some greens to help herself with a bad hairball. Maybe grass was that mystery cure that no one talked about!
Cherryhawk carefully inspected the patch, then bent down towards one of the longer bunches and touched her nose to it; this one'll have to do. She gingerly snapped them out of the ground and held the tuft in her mouth. Hopefully no one had been watching too long, considering that she looked like some strange, over-sized vole at the moment.