Post by Bluedancer on Jun 7, 2006 14:17:56 GMT -5
The Medicine Cat den of Windclan was one of the most sheltered areas in the camp. Several scrub bushes gathered in a hollow made up the sides, while a dusty brown boulder created a sense of security and provided a windbreak. Inside, herbs were woven through or impaled upon the encroaching branches, while still more were wrapped in dock leaves and nestled at the base of the rock. From all these came a warm, musty smell, amplified by the close confines of the den.
Marbleface padded in his nest, a bundle of yarrow and marigold clamped in his mouth. Setting the plants down, he nosed them over to the side, to be dealt with later. There were traces of bitterness on his tongue, left behind by the plants, and he lapped gratefully at the soaked moss that he had collected earlier that day.
Refreshed, Marbleface set about scraping hollows for the new plants, mrrowing good-naturedly to himself. Some cats whispered that he was getting to old for his position, his mind slowly leaving him as he began to talk to himself. Marbleface just chuckled quietly at this and went back to his solitary den. He still had plenty of seasons in front if him before he was sent to the elder’s den. Marbleface didn’t see that talking to himself was bad – it certainly helped to pass the time.
The marigold and yarrow plants now separated and stored accordingly, Marbelface stretched and curled his lips upwards into a wide yawn. He had been gathering supplies all day, but it seemed that everything was finally finished. Reviewing his mental list of the sought after items, Marbelface checked that all the stocks had been replenished where needed. Poppy seeds… catmint… nettles… fresh mouse bile… and now the last bits, marigold and yarrow.
Satisfied that the new supplies had brought him up to a full store of plants, and amount that would last him for a good half moon, Marbleface sat on his haunches and began to groom his matted fur, roughly scraping off the dirt. Should there be any need for a medicine cat, he was certainly ready.
((If you have any sort of injury, from a thorn in your pad to green cough, come here for treatment))
Marbleface padded in his nest, a bundle of yarrow and marigold clamped in his mouth. Setting the plants down, he nosed them over to the side, to be dealt with later. There were traces of bitterness on his tongue, left behind by the plants, and he lapped gratefully at the soaked moss that he had collected earlier that day.
Refreshed, Marbleface set about scraping hollows for the new plants, mrrowing good-naturedly to himself. Some cats whispered that he was getting to old for his position, his mind slowly leaving him as he began to talk to himself. Marbleface just chuckled quietly at this and went back to his solitary den. He still had plenty of seasons in front if him before he was sent to the elder’s den. Marbleface didn’t see that talking to himself was bad – it certainly helped to pass the time.
The marigold and yarrow plants now separated and stored accordingly, Marbelface stretched and curled his lips upwards into a wide yawn. He had been gathering supplies all day, but it seemed that everything was finally finished. Reviewing his mental list of the sought after items, Marbelface checked that all the stocks had been replenished where needed. Poppy seeds… catmint… nettles… fresh mouse bile… and now the last bits, marigold and yarrow.
Satisfied that the new supplies had brought him up to a full store of plants, and amount that would last him for a good half moon, Marbleface sat on his haunches and began to groom his matted fur, roughly scraping off the dirt. Should there be any need for a medicine cat, he was certainly ready.
((If you have any sort of injury, from a thorn in your pad to green cough, come here for treatment))