[ti]Open[/ti]Collecting Herbs

[silverfang218]

Silverfang was fishing around in the stream near the twoleg farm, looking for watermint, marigold, and feverfew. She is as near to the massive twoleg den as she dares to go, but this is the perfect spot to look for certain herbs. Eventually she figures that she’ll have to go closer to the den, as there are several herbs she has been told that often can be found where there are twolegs, with catmint being one of the most important. Ah yes, catmint. It would be wise to have a large store of that before leaf-bare. For the moment, however, Silverfang is content to carefully pluck a few green, leafy watermint plants and bright yellow marigold flowers. There was a small bush of feverfew next to the stream that she could easily pick a few of the flowers from before she heads back to camp. She also recalls seeing some coltsfoot growing near the MistClan waterfall; she’ll also have to pick some of that as well.

The medicine cat adds another golden flower to the pile beside her just as her ears prick up from the sound of approaching pawsteps. Her ears twitch as the silvery she-cat's head turns, her blue gaze searching for the source of the sound.

[Blossompaw]

Blossompaw ★

she turned to the sunlight                 and shook her yellow head   And whispered to her neighbor:"Winter is dead.” Blossompaw was doing her daily, 'I want to be alone' thing. The young chocolate tortoiseshell , she-cat began to wonder around the area, which she probably shouldn't be doing alone  without her mentor. But it wasn't like the first time she's done it and she pretty sure as long as she stayed in their territory, it's fine. She didn't need to be supervised all the time anyway. The small apperentice gave a small snort as she padded on through, still not use to the different scents of animals that ran around this place. They were stronger than the cats, but she suppose that you have to get use to it. Even with the over powering smell of farm animals, she was able to pick up one familiar one. So she slowly followed it. It didn't take long until she happened upon a long haired, grey she-cat, Silverfang the medicine cat. Blossompaw kinda perked up. She was always interested in the herbs and plant. But she'll probably won't ever get the chance to actually be a medicine cat herself. But maybe she could learn just a few things. "Oh, hi Silverfang." she meowed the greeting to the older cat. "Are you looking for herbs? Do you need help?"         TAGS: silverfang218 NOTES: ugh, bad post @w@

[silverfang218]

A familiar face moves into Silverfang’s view and the medicine cat smiles as she recognizes Blossompaw. A wave of her long, fluffy tail beckons the apprentice over to Silver’s side. “Hello, Blossompaw. What are you doing so far away from your mentor.” While the statement is worded like a question, Silverfang’s tone is not questioning. The medicine cat has a knowing smile on her face; it’s pretty common for apprentices to sneak away from their mentors, but for as long as Blossom is with her, then Silver will vouch for her.

“Yes in fact I am collecting herbs and a little bit of help would be appreciated. Do you see the bush with the small white flowers and the sharp scent?” Silver uses her tail to point towards the nearby bush. “Do you think you can bring me some of the leaves and flowers? That’s feverfew.” Silver has a small pile that she’s making next to her, and she gestures for Blossom to put the feverfew she picks on the pile.

[Dofferz!]

Shoe had heard about the new cats that had suddenly appeared all around the surrounding lands. Passing loners and rogues claimed that some of them lived in the forest, some on the other side of where the roaring snakes lived, and some who's territory suddenly surrounded the whole of the farm. Many came bearing thin scratches where they had refused to leave the land, while as others passed spreading stories about how they were considering joining the friendly groups, or so called 'clans,' that were established.

Shoe was a curious little fella, and since it was rumored that they now lived on the land of one, he wanted to reach good terms. He would only consider joining when the cows turned black and blue, but that didn't mean that he couldn't show some hospitality. A little 'welcome to the neighborhood' greeting because after all, was nice to have friendly neighbors to approach for a cup of sugar or a juicy mouse in the winter time. The ones from the barn seemed to always be plump from feasting on oats and bits of grain that the upwalkers fed the cows and the goats and the sheep.

Currently, the Japanese bobtail was trotting along, his brother close behind. In his jaws clamped a puffy, white ball of wool that a sheep had lost after getting it snagged on something in their field. Surely this would make one of of some of their nests warmer for winter moons, or even for the playtime of curious and bored kits who were tired of simply playing with moss and dead mice (as not every cat respected the idea not to play with their food when they lived in an area as abundant in prey as their own).

It wasn't too long until some new scents wafted to his nose, but as he breathed it in, the wool tickled his nose and the male sneezed, spitting the wool onto the ground I the process. Oh dear..! The tabby paused to lick the snot off his nose (shh cats don't care) before grasping the ground-level cloud in his jaws again. "C'mn, Socpf!" he muffled around his bundle, putting some more pep in his step as he bounded towards the growing scents—two cats.

Mama

[Mama]

Shoe was very content with his lifestyle: No annoying cats, and plenty of food. What else could a cat need? When he'd heard that those clans, which were big groups of cats, had moved in, it made him feel uneasy. Would they take their food? And their barn? The thought sent a shiver down the felines spine, and he trotted next to his twin with a gulp.

Of course he'd be the one to carry back wool, he hated the substance as it got stuck in his teeth and rather annoyed him trying to pull it out. He didn't like the idea, but the tom declared it was a good way to say bye to kits that passed by. Usually if there was visitors, he stayed as far away as he could, other cats made him a bit uneasy. What if they tried to kill Shoe in his sleep?

Some would say the tom worried too much, which would get Sock to grow moodier, but it was true. Despite them never having to fight for food, he always knew one day, if he wasn't careful, he'll get attacked. Of course it was very unlikely, but the Japanese Bobtail liked to believe it. Most of the cats he did meet didn't stay long enough for him to get attached, but either way he was very happy with just his brother... who seemed to be ready to rush into anything a cat asked. Thank the stars for Sock to protect him.


As his brother mumbled something that was a cross between Soup and his name, he gave a snort and followed after him. Of course, he didn't mind the walks... until the scent of cat hit his nose and he gave a yowl. "SHOE! STRANGER DANGER! RUN!" He yowled, taking off before leaping foolishly into a bush nearby. There, he was safe... now Shoe just needed to follow.

[Blossompaw]

Blossompaw ★

she turned to the sunlight                 and shook her yellow head   And whispered to her neighbor:"Winter is dead.” Blossompaw's shifted her gaze to the ground, her paws kneading the grass slightly. "Well, I just wanted to kinda be alone..." she trailed off a bit. At least it wasn't a lie. "But since you are out here, I'll help you out. You can't possibly carry all that by yourself." Her voice perked up, always glad to help out. She nodded her head as the medicine cat gave her a task to fetch a herb, Feverfew. "Oh yes, of course!" she said eagerly as she basically hopped her way over to the bush that Silverfang pointed out. The bush was dotted with the white flowers and she was right about the scent as well. So this had to be it! Blossompaw hummed to herself as she went about picking a few of the herbs. But that was when she caught two new scents coming closer. It wasn't the barnyard animals this time or the two legs. No, these belong to cats. Unfamiliar ones at that! She quickly went back to her fellow clan member, the herbs, dangling in her jaws. "Silverfang! There are unfamiliar cats here!" she reported. And it was then there was the unmistakable sound of a yowl and rustle of the bush she was just near. Blossompaw's fur fluffed up, and her stompy tail stuck out. Ready to bolt if needed. She wasn't exactly taught to handle threats just yet, so running is the next best thing. But is she had too..."W-what should we do?"  TAGS: silverfang218   | Dofferz! ! | Mama NOTES: ugh, bad post @w@

[silverfang218]

Silverfang steps into the stream, dipping her nose into the water briefly to fish out some watermint. Just as she steps back onto shore and dips her head to place the watermint on her little pile, the she-cat hears a dreadful yowl. Her gaze snaps up just in time to see one cat dive into a bush… for some reason… while another one approaches them. The medicine cat tilts her head up a bit and takes a couple limping steps towards the pair as she scents the air. They don’t smell of MistClan nor do they look familiar to her, so they aren’t clanmates. They don’t smell of IvyClan or the twisted scent of MothClan either. These two strangers must be loners or rouges then. If they had met a patrol of warriors, then she had little doubt that the two would be instantly chased away, but luckily they managed to run into the peaceful medicine cat. The last thing she wanted was a fight. With peace in mind, the medicine cat waves her tail in greeting, a small smile gracing her features. After all, if one is going to dive into a bush screeching like they are dying, then surely these two loners can’t be too big of a threat.

Blossompaw reports that she sees the cats too. Silverfang lets her tail gently brush against the apprentice’s side in a comforting gesture. “Don’t worry. You are safe with me.” Silver assures Blossom. Even if the pair of strange cats are hostile, Silver figures that she can at least keep them at bay long enough for Blossom to get away. Either way, Silver doesn’t want this to dissolve into violence. She’s going to do her best to keep it from devolving to that point. “Just let me handle this, Blossompaw.” Silver still has a warm, soft smile on her face.

[Dofferz!]

Sock was such a worrywart, Shoe believed. Surely he could tell that the cats that often passed through meant no harm.They could sleep in a warm nest and hunt, and if they wanted distance, the male would allow them that. Was no issue.

Shoe jumped slightly at Sock's sudden outburst, even if he should of been expecting it. "Waif!" he muffled, attempting to speak 'wait.' There were two cats, and they seemed to of seen the two of them already. The older, silver one was even making her way over. Shoe set the wool down at his paws andstepped over to the bush, attempting to stick his head in to shove Sock out. "If they wanted to hurt us they probably would of done it already!" it was nothing a little good conversation couldn't handle.

"Greetings!" Shoe would chirp, pulling his head out from the bush and attempting to look aesthetically pleasing.

[silverfang218]

Silverfang’s gait is slow as she limps over to the strange pair hanging out in the bush. She stops a little bit of a distance away. “Hello,” she responds in a friendly voice to the one cat’s greeting. “My name is Silverfang, may I help the two of you?” She gives them both a soft smile. While it was true that the lone cats would have something to fear if they had come across a patrol of warriors, they had been lucky enough to stumble upon the medicine cat. They also don't seem like they have any interest in fighting, if the one cat flying into a bush is any indication.

((We did have a post order, but everyone stopped responding so I went ahead and posted.))

[Blossompaw]

Blossompaw ★

she turned to the sunlight                 and shook her yellow head   And whispered to her neighbor:"Winter is dead.” Silverfang's response seems rather calm. But shouldn't they be giving the two loners a warning and sending them on their way? Isn't that what suppose to happen? But the medicinecat was basically welcoming them with open paws. Blossompaw didn't know what to do. If her mentor was around, if would of gone differently, but.... The young she-cat decided to just stay way from the two weird cats, till highly defensive just in case something happens. TAGS: silverfang218   | Dofferz! ! | Mama NOTES: So, we don't have a post order?I'm confused....