[Freesia]

@Peachy

Here she was. Again. Tallmarsh had been cooping herself up in the medicine den all week trying to memorize the many, many herbs and their uses, and so far she had gotten nowhere. The dark tabby was currently sitting in front of her store of herbs with a variety of flowers, leaves, and seeds sitting in neat piles in front of her. Putting a paw on a pile of yellow flowers, she muttered, "This is tansy--no, marigold. And it's used for pain--no infection--no wait...Ugh!" With a frustrated scream through clenched teeth, the medicine cat swiped the piles of herbs with her paw, sending them flying across the den. Realizing what she just did, the medicine cat stood up and began gathering the plants back into neat little piles, grumbling all the way. Once she had finished, she decided that she'd had enough for today and stormed out of the medicine den in search of a friendly face. She needed to cool down, and she knew just the cat to go to. Her green eyes scanned the clearing for the familiar black pelt of her former apprentice, Nightpaw. She was one of the few cats that Tallmarsh enjoyed hanging around still--probably because they were so alike. "Nightpaw?" she called out.

((I suppose you can reply in the clearing?))