Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2015 14:25:36 GMT -5
Ivywhisker
Leaf-fall had only just settled over the valley, but StoneClan's medicine cat was already looking to the future. If she'd learnt anything from her time as a medicine cat, it was never to underestimate just how cruel leaf-bare could be. And so, in an attempt to combat this, Ivywhisker was already making preparations.
She'd already started stocking up on the herbs that would be killed by the winter frosts and snow, but there were certain plants that worked best when fresh. Her answer to the problem had to been to construct a sort of den. Using bracken and moss, she'd built a shelter for her precious supply of catmint already. It was her deepest hope that she wouldn't need the herbs, but she daren't risk it. Today she intended to build a protective shelter for her chickweed. The herb was also a cure for the dreaded greencough, although it didn't work quite as well. However, it grew in abundance around the Moss Meadow and so she thought it was good to have a back-up plan, should her catmint run out.
And so it was with her jaws clamped tightly around a large bundle of moss and bracken that she began to pad out of her den. She had absolutely no idea if her shelters would be enough to protect the plants from the cold, but it was better to give it a try than to simply leave it.
Her mind wandering and her eyes lifting to the leaden sky above, she didn't even notice the cat in front of her, and by the time she did, it was too late. Eyes widening, she walked straight into the passing cat, letting out an exclamation as she did so. "Mouse-dung!"
The bracken and moss went flying everywhere, straight over the unfortunate cat. Ears growing hot, she muttered brisk apologies. "Great StarClan, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
Picking herself up again, she began to gather together the scattered bundle, avoiding the eyes of the cat. Great StarClan, why do I have such a talent for making such a fool of myself?
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She'd already started stocking up on the herbs that would be killed by the winter frosts and snow, but there were certain plants that worked best when fresh. Her answer to the problem had to been to construct a sort of den. Using bracken and moss, she'd built a shelter for her precious supply of catmint already. It was her deepest hope that she wouldn't need the herbs, but she daren't risk it. Today she intended to build a protective shelter for her chickweed. The herb was also a cure for the dreaded greencough, although it didn't work quite as well. However, it grew in abundance around the Moss Meadow and so she thought it was good to have a back-up plan, should her catmint run out.
And so it was with her jaws clamped tightly around a large bundle of moss and bracken that she began to pad out of her den. She had absolutely no idea if her shelters would be enough to protect the plants from the cold, but it was better to give it a try than to simply leave it.
Her mind wandering and her eyes lifting to the leaden sky above, she didn't even notice the cat in front of her, and by the time she did, it was too late. Eyes widening, she walked straight into the passing cat, letting out an exclamation as she did so. "Mouse-dung!"
The bracken and moss went flying everywhere, straight over the unfortunate cat. Ears growing hot, she muttered brisk apologies. "Great StarClan, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
Picking herself up again, she began to gather together the scattered bundle, avoiding the eyes of the cat. Great StarClan, why do I have such a talent for making such a fool of myself?
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