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Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life
@ Charmer (sorry for the really late post and sorry it's so short)
Gorsepaw stepped slowly into the den. Almost instantly the potent scent of herbs filled her nostrils, making her eyes water slightly. " H-hello, Shinefang?" The brown tabby mewed anxiously. The Molly's tail had started throbbing and was slightly numb. |
Shinefang was just getting back from gathering herbs near the camp. His jaws were loaded up with thick, stocky plants covered in yellow flowers, the last of the broom plants he'd find this year. But it was a good haul. Seeing that the entrance to the den was being plugged by a cat, the old tom shoved past with a grunt. "Watch it!" me growled as best he could with his full jaws. Pushing past, he dropped the herbs on the ground next to his herb wall and fixed his eye on the cat at the entrance. He was an apprentice for sure, but what was his name? Not only that, but at first glance he couldn't see anything immediately wrong with the younger cat. "Grousepaw, right? What is it?" said the old tome, getting right to the point.