| Lightningpaw |
Flock Together [Tier 2] - Inactive
An amused purr escaped Lightningpaw at her mentor's response, allowing a moment of affection to pass between them as she attempted to nuzzle his shoulder. Well... lower shoulder. Their size difference was... remaining apparent no matter how old she got.
"You know I love to tease," she mewed, her voice kinder than it had been throughout the night despite the playful words.
Taking a small breather, she turned to the dilute ThunderClan calico as she began to speak, teaching of herbs she had learned of recently herself. As with all new knowledge gained, Lightningpaw's large ears perked up, alert and ready to absorb all the information Springpaw had to offer. The lithe molly had never been one for gossip herself, finding the idle chatter of things that were rarely ever even half truths dull and unnecessary. Facts, however? Things she could use. That would only raise her use to the clan, give her even more capabilities to atone for those she had been unable to save? Unwilling to, in one instance? Those she lapped up with gusto. Savoring every word and holding it dear in her mind, safely guarded for a time she might need it.
A part of her wondered if she would ever have something to share here with these cats. Some herb she'd found out about that no one else had any knowledge of. She supposed she might, although... maybe not everything? Maybe not things that she felt they might not get in their own territories. Bumblestar had already shown to feel like she was above clan borders when it came to her own clan. She wouldn't be surprised if she sent herb patrols to find herbs unavailable in the woods towards the other clans. Or worse. Gain territory until she alone held all the cures in the forest. It was probably unfair of her to assume such grandiosely evil plans, but her imagination had always had the tendency to go big on such situations. Making bad things inevitably worse.
Deciding to not dwell on such things, she instead opted for offering the ThunderClan medicine cat apprentice a playful grin, blue eyes lighting up as her thirst for knowledge lay temporarily sated.
"Look at you, being mentor for the night. Cheers on that, love. Always good to hear new uses well known herbs. The more common the herb, the better. Easier to keep in stock, really."
Interrupted by her mentor's gesturing once more, Lightningpaw quirked her brow before her mouth rounded in a silent
oh. Right. She had been so focused on translating, she hadn't noticed they hadn't described the sunset roses. It was a shame they didn't have any on them after the fire, although frankly, she would prefer it if they never needed them again. Still... with leafbare soon upon them, maybe it would be wise to send a patrol or two out to potentially find them. In the meantime, maybe the other clans could try to find them on their own with the description provided here today.
"Right, forgot to mention. For the sunset roses. They are... well... roses, like the name implies. Beautiful shades of red and orange, like a proper sunset when the light hits them just right, innit?" she mewed, turning a grin at her mentor, the memory of their discovery still one she relished.
"They seem to prefer low amounts of sunlight, so well covered areas with little exposure should be best for them."
The conversation taking a small turn after Lightningpaw asked for more information on Coldamber, however, she had to admit to being in complete shock because... well... Cowtuft was talking. Proper talking! In front of others! He seemed... distressed, and by instinct the medicine cat apprentice raised a paw and attempted to place it comfortingly at his forelimb as she often did.
Still... attempts to comfort her mentor aside, what he said did not add up. Did Coldamber defect to ThunderClan at some point? Huh... that was strange. But, why would she abandon WindClan to become a retired medicine cat in ThunderClan? Why not just ask to step down in WindClan itself? She couldn't imagine doing it herself, leaving her job of helping the wounded and sick. But she could understand that it wasn't for everyone. She certainly wouldn't have seen herself doing such when she was younger.
Before she could ask for more details, however, Cowtuft was mentioning that it was time to go in. It would probably be cruel of her. To ask him to speak more than necessary. Especially after he'd already spoken so much tonight! And besides, she wanted to know what was starting! Curiosity sparking in her gaze, she got up, her dainty paws giddily stomping on the ground like a kit being taken out of the nursery for the first time. Turning to the rest, she offered a grin before speaking.
"Looks like it's time, unless anyone's got any objections?"
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Omari [Drizzlecloud] | @
Pitou [Elmshadow] | @
carmen.
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ares [Springpaw]