Post by Mousenose on Jun 30, 2013 6:17:13 GMT
One of Mousenose’s many duties, he remembered Smallstorm lecturing him, was to periodically check up on the health of his clanmates; to ensure that one hadn’t gotten sick somewhere along the line. It was one of the few duties he had that didn’t involve close proximity to the overpowering herbs he had stored away in his den. The tom sighed quietly. Nearly thirty moons of dealing with herbs, and he had only moderately adjusted to tolerate the scents.
He tucked the last of the comfrey roots into a pocket of his den, a scoop in the land that had once been a home for a family of rabbits many moons ago. With the last of his herbs he had collected that morning organized, Mousenose shook out his pelt and padded out into the open camp.
It was cloudy, which the small tabby appreciated greatly; he hadn’t appreciated the heat the past couple of days. But greenleaf had just passed, transitioning smoothly into leaf-fall as the air cooled, and he wouldn’t have to worry about any cats overheating anymore.
As the medicine cat padded his way around the open space, he vaguely wondered how the other medicine cats did it. Probably went poking their heads into all the dens, checking on each cat individually. Mousenose couldn’t help but think that WindClan had the advantage in the respect; an open camp meant that he could survey most of the cats at once.
He had nearly finished one round around the camp when he paused to sit close to the thorny gorse wall that protected its inhabitants. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary so far, but he’d have to inspect closer sometime. A chill or innocent cough could be easily missed, he recalled from his studies; and anything could happen while a cat was on patrol. But for now, he felt that he could afford to set aside such studious thoughts and enjoy the change in weather. Honestly, his own thoughts were starting to sound like an apprentice's, and that was annoying to say the least. Mousenose's tail curled around his paws and his shoulders released their tension. It was turning out to be a decent day after all.
He tucked the last of the comfrey roots into a pocket of his den, a scoop in the land that had once been a home for a family of rabbits many moons ago. With the last of his herbs he had collected that morning organized, Mousenose shook out his pelt and padded out into the open camp.
It was cloudy, which the small tabby appreciated greatly; he hadn’t appreciated the heat the past couple of days. But greenleaf had just passed, transitioning smoothly into leaf-fall as the air cooled, and he wouldn’t have to worry about any cats overheating anymore.
As the medicine cat padded his way around the open space, he vaguely wondered how the other medicine cats did it. Probably went poking their heads into all the dens, checking on each cat individually. Mousenose couldn’t help but think that WindClan had the advantage in the respect; an open camp meant that he could survey most of the cats at once.
He had nearly finished one round around the camp when he paused to sit close to the thorny gorse wall that protected its inhabitants. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary so far, but he’d have to inspect closer sometime. A chill or innocent cough could be easily missed, he recalled from his studies; and anything could happen while a cat was on patrol. But for now, he felt that he could afford to set aside such studious thoughts and enjoy the change in weather. Honestly, his own thoughts were starting to sound like an apprentice's, and that was annoying to say the least. Mousenose's tail curled around his paws and his shoulders released their tension. It was turning out to be a decent day after all.