- Feb 9, 2023
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Cottonkit's recent visit to the medicine den was, thankfully, not for her own injury. She had stopped in to visit and cheer up a friend, an act she would like to think herself successful in, in one way or another. Regardless of her successes in that matter, however, the grey soon-to-be-apprentice couldn't get out of her head the multitudes of curiosities she spied whilst just being near the medicine den. What was that smell? What had Vulturemask used on Sunflowerpaw? Would her friend just die like Juniperfrost, and become a worthless husk? Questions, questions - and she has the time to ask them!
Surely, however, the medicine cat must be paid for his time. Cottonkit knows nothing about herbs, perhaps even less than the next cat given her age and ineptitude. She finds a spot of freshly sprouted crabgrass of all things and bites off several blades, excitement fueling her steps as she trots towards the crowded medicine den. She spies the dark furred tom lingering not far from it, and another question sparks on her tongue.
The kitten nears him with a wave of her tail. The blades of grass fall deftly to his paws - payment, maybe. "Hi, Vulturemask!" she greets him, however it's far from a bid to be polite as she launches directly into her intentions, "I've brought you... uh... herbs...! You need lots of those, right?" It's not yet occurred to Cottonkit that not only has she only brought him grass five feet from his very own paws, but that there are several other plants out there with potentially medicinal qualities. She is unwavering when she continues, "Yeah, so I brought you these in exchange for some..." Training? It's not like she wants to be his apprentice - she's destined to be a tunneller after all. "Answers," she eventually decides, tail twitching, "To start - where'd you get th'scars from? Why haven't y'made them go away yet?" It doesn't make too much sense that a cat with so much herbal knowledge would have such blatant scars on his muzzle, unless he purposefully retained them. That should be an interesting story, she thinks.
[ pls wait for @VULTUREMASK !! <3 ]
Surely, however, the medicine cat must be paid for his time. Cottonkit knows nothing about herbs, perhaps even less than the next cat given her age and ineptitude. She finds a spot of freshly sprouted crabgrass of all things and bites off several blades, excitement fueling her steps as she trots towards the crowded medicine den. She spies the dark furred tom lingering not far from it, and another question sparks on her tongue.
The kitten nears him with a wave of her tail. The blades of grass fall deftly to his paws - payment, maybe. "Hi, Vulturemask!" she greets him, however it's far from a bid to be polite as she launches directly into her intentions, "I've brought you... uh... herbs...! You need lots of those, right?" It's not yet occurred to Cottonkit that not only has she only brought him grass five feet from his very own paws, but that there are several other plants out there with potentially medicinal qualities. She is unwavering when she continues, "Yeah, so I brought you these in exchange for some..." Training? It's not like she wants to be his apprentice - she's destined to be a tunneller after all. "Answers," she eventually decides, tail twitching, "To start - where'd you get th'scars from? Why haven't y'made them go away yet?" It doesn't make too much sense that a cat with so much herbal knowledge would have such blatant scars on his muzzle, unless he purposefully retained them. That should be an interesting story, she thinks.
[ pls wait for @VULTUREMASK !! <3 ]