Post by Snowberry on Jul 2, 2013 17:33:09 GMT
The island that the Riverclan camp resided on was well drained, moist and relatively free of the shadowing trees of Thunderclan. That meant that it was one of the best places in the forest to find certain herbs. Snowberry didn't envy poor Yellowtail, who had to hunt through the shadows of her territory to find the more shade-shy plants. The tom had set off that morning with jovial goodbyes to the camp, his heart set on retrieving parsley. He was starting to run a bit low and leaf-fall was one of the best seasons for the plant.
Gathering parsley was done with a heavy heart. It was useful for stomach aches, yes, but there was one use in particular that made the sharp scented plant useful. Parsley could help dry up a queens milk, and with Mapleflight close to kitting there was a grim possibility that the herb might be needed. Hopefully, the litter would be healthy. But there was always a chance that the kits wouldn't make it and he would have to turn to the trusty herb.
The pointed cat shook his head. Now wasn't the time to think that. Mapleflight would probably have a healthy litter full of kits that would soon enough be ready to annoy mentors of their own. Starclan would surely warn him before all of the kits of an otherwise healthy clean were stolen away. With a flick of his tail, the tom peered around a clump of tall grass in search of his quarry. "If there are kits, there are tummy aches." He said, his whiskers twitching in amusement. Kits always seemed to be managing to make their stomachs hurt. Parsley would be useful no matter what.
He didn't smell that familiar, sharp scent, which meant he needed to keep looking. He was careful to keep an eye out for other herbs, just in case, but he didn't really have high hopes. It was early in the season for the leaf-fall and leafbare fond herbs to be growing strong and many of the ones that favored greenleaf and newleaf were already beginning to die.
A crack of thunder drew his gaze to the darkening sky. "Oh." With only one more rumble for warning, rain began to fall upon the Riverclan medicine cat. He sighed, looking about for a dry place to wait out the storm. He wouldn't be able to collect many herbs so long as they were wet, but luckily the parsley would be fine. "Well, at least it's pretty." He said cheerfully. "Hopefully it won't get much worse then a little drizzle!"
The rain strengthened to a torrent, soaking the medicine cat to punish him for his optimism. "Well, a little rain never hurt anyone!"
Gathering parsley was done with a heavy heart. It was useful for stomach aches, yes, but there was one use in particular that made the sharp scented plant useful. Parsley could help dry up a queens milk, and with Mapleflight close to kitting there was a grim possibility that the herb might be needed. Hopefully, the litter would be healthy. But there was always a chance that the kits wouldn't make it and he would have to turn to the trusty herb.
The pointed cat shook his head. Now wasn't the time to think that. Mapleflight would probably have a healthy litter full of kits that would soon enough be ready to annoy mentors of their own. Starclan would surely warn him before all of the kits of an otherwise healthy clean were stolen away. With a flick of his tail, the tom peered around a clump of tall grass in search of his quarry. "If there are kits, there are tummy aches." He said, his whiskers twitching in amusement. Kits always seemed to be managing to make their stomachs hurt. Parsley would be useful no matter what.
He didn't smell that familiar, sharp scent, which meant he needed to keep looking. He was careful to keep an eye out for other herbs, just in case, but he didn't really have high hopes. It was early in the season for the leaf-fall and leafbare fond herbs to be growing strong and many of the ones that favored greenleaf and newleaf were already beginning to die.
A crack of thunder drew his gaze to the darkening sky. "Oh." With only one more rumble for warning, rain began to fall upon the Riverclan medicine cat. He sighed, looking about for a dry place to wait out the storm. He wouldn't be able to collect many herbs so long as they were wet, but luckily the parsley would be fine. "Well, at least it's pretty." He said cheerfully. "Hopefully it won't get much worse then a little drizzle!"
The rain strengthened to a torrent, soaking the medicine cat to punish him for his optimism. "Well, a little rain never hurt anyone!"
