[Serendipity]

Originally Posted by Chameleon eats a doughnut

@Sweet Bread
Pistachio sorted through a stash of leaves muttering the names," yew, heather, poppyseeds, sticks...," she finished the stash and padded over to the puddle in the den quietly grousing," They need to fix this hole in the roof, though on the bright side it is nice for cleaning your paws of giving injured cats water, however it dampens the herbs..." she rinsed her paws and sighed," that marygold doesn't seem to come off...oh well..." she smiled to herself and glanced around to see if anyone needed help, Strange, there usually is atleast one cat who is in here... Scorn is out collecting herbs, Perchent our extremely injured cat is doing physical training in the clearing for the first time with the help of Tiger, our new trainee, Blotch, is learning the territory with Plum. And Willowdove, that clanner who thinks they can convert us talking of Starclan and how there is just warriors and medicine cats and the leader and deputy is... she flicked her ears listening to Willowdove shouting about that it is an atrocity that they don't have Starclan to guide them in the clearing ranting, as usual, she doesn't even heal when we need her. She flicked her ear at the sound of a kit pattering towards the den," Hello?" she asked cautiously resisting the instinct to run.

Sneeze padded into the healer den, limping and coughing as usual. He was bleeding from many wounds on his legs and chest. "Pistachoo..." The little clanner-tom padded towards the healer. "The other kits hurt me again...." He collapsed on a thin layer of moss, his body shaking from the cough. He looked frail and underfed compared to the other kits of his age, proving that he was an underdog. Ever since he'd woken up on Dusk Syndicate territorry that stormy night, he'd been kept a secret prisoner. It pained him to think that Russetstar had not yet organized a search party, but he guessed that Russetstar had more thing on his mind, dealing with the end of the EE and all that, but he still hoped they'd come, one day, to save him. Another fit of coughing shook him from his thoughts. Turning up to face Pistachio, he mewled softly. "Do you have some Tansy? And I'd probably need some Borage Leaves for the infected wound on my leg, and cobwebs for the new one" He recited his order, noticing that he knew very well what each herb did. Maybe cricketpaw will make me his apprentice when he's a medicine cat...