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Post by storm on Nov 8, 2009 22:09:51 GMT -5
CinderpeltThe healing Artist. .[/font][/i][/color] Within the medicine cat's den a figure shifted left to right one moment, then she was hunched over a small pile of herbs. Bowing her crown at her catch, she eased her nose along the scented leafs and flowers with a huff of approval. The apprentice she had sent out to find some good herbs had done well, but the little one had forgotten the catmint. Cinderpelt could only shake her head and then she decided that she herself would go to the two-leg place to take some. Afterall catmint was needed in order to keep those who had greencough well.
Cinderpelt's orange and white and ash colored bodice shifted over the stacks of herbs seperating them into small piles. Once she was content with this, she then scooped out a hole in the shelves and began to clear out the old herbs and replace them with the newer herbs. Huffing out a breath of ease, the young medicine cat then plopped onto her haunches. Bright amber eyes locked on the crack that led into her den.
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