[wren]

Herbs. herbs. herbs. That’s what he was out to do- find something that looked vaguely familiar and bring it back. Not that they had any use for it yet since neither he nor Mistyfern exactly had any training to use them, but he had good intentions behind it nonetheless.

Pawing his way through the snow the tom could hear the small rodents scuttle away by the sound of his steps. It was quite odd to be out in the territory and to not be focused on hunting- being stealthy and quiet. Which admittedly he’d never been that good at in the first place. Apprenticeship had been a slow painful process so naturally he didn’t get much done other then the basics, sure he could hunt and patrol and fight like any warrior but his skills never quite rounded out well. Never mind that now though, he was no longer a warrior. In fact he was quite the opposite- a peace keeping medicine cat of all things. He felt a snort come from deep within his chest, he the most beaten raggedy cat with the most nasty of attitudes was a medicine cat. He ran his tongue over the exposed flesh and muscle of his jaw with amusement. Funny.