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You could tell him all day that he had to be patient, he had to wait for Dawnglare to teach him new herbs. So far, he'd only really understood that sticks and cobwebs were important. Being stuck with grunt work, cleaning up any leftovers and sweeping the den of any debris. If it wasn't cleaning, it was prepping. Rolling cobwebs onto sticks, organizing herbs in fours- if it wasn't perfectly organized, it drove him mad.
One, two, three, four.
"Crap.." He curses under his breath, noticing he was down one stick. This wouldn't work. Nope, nope. There needed to be four, or else.. Else.. Something bad would happen. "This isn't good. I need one more. Just- Just one more, gah!" He gives up then, pushing a bundled set of herbs away from him and storming out of the medicine den. His face twists with irritation, frustration bubbling up inside of him. That's it, I'm going out to search for sticks.
One thing he noticed now that Dawnglare was teaching him, was that the tom was messy. He left herbs all over the ground, everything wasn't organized- how was he supposed to know which was which? Ugh.. He'll have to start organizing for him, then.
One, two, three, four.
"Crap.." He curses under his breath, noticing he was down one stick. This wouldn't work. Nope, nope. There needed to be four, or else.. Else.. Something bad would happen. "This isn't good. I need one more. Just- Just one more, gah!" He gives up then, pushing a bundled set of herbs away from him and storming out of the medicine den. His face twists with irritation, frustration bubbling up inside of him. That's it, I'm going out to search for sticks.
One thing he noticed now that Dawnglare was teaching him, was that the tom was messy. He left herbs all over the ground, everything wasn't organized- how was he supposed to know which was which? Ugh.. He'll have to start organizing for him, then.