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Post by .:Lion:. on Aug 16, 2011 12:07:21 GMT -5
The Twolegplace was filled with a mass of scents and sounds. How any cat could live in a place like this, Lastsong couldn't even begin to imagine. He hated the stench of the Thunderpaths, the growl of dogs, the lilting voices of some pampered kittypets sitting on their garden fences. Even if he had been used to gathering herbs there, he hated being anywhere within the vicinity of the Twolegplace. Twitching his whiskers, the dark grey tabby tom sighed and turned to see if his apprentice had decided to leave the cover of the forest.
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Post by Lemon Zinger on Aug 16, 2011 12:12:07 GMT -5
Siennapaw trotted up to Lastsong, eyes darting about wildly. She wasn't scared for herself, but ready to deal out death to anything that messed with her mentor. "What in Starclan grows here?" She asked with surprise. She shook her head, trying to clear out some of the scents so she could better sense what was around.
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Post by .:Lion:. on Aug 16, 2011 12:22:14 GMT -5
Lastsong glanced at Siennapaw as she joined him. Her question didn't catch him off guard - most cats couldn't believe that anything useful grew in this stinky, loud place. With a twitch of his whiskers, the medicine cat turned his attention back to the garden closest to them.
"Only the most important herb in my stores come Leafbare," the tom replied, leaping onto the fence. He pulled himself up with a grunt, then paused to look out over the garden. The dog that sometimes lingered in the garden was gone, much to his relief. His eyes scoured the plants that grew within the fence line. They stopped on a fine-smelling plant that made his mouth water even from a distance. No amount of time as a medicine cat could make this herb smell like anything but what it was. Lastsong made his way down to the clump of herbs and began biting off the stems, remembering his first time coming here with his mentor. At the thought of Softfeather, a twinge of guilt and pain gripped Lastsong's heart. He sighed and tried to shrug it off. It was better not to remember. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.
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Post by Lemon Zinger on Aug 17, 2011 22:34:09 GMT -5
"Are you okay?" Siennapaw asked, following him over and bristling at the scent of dog. Just let it try to pick on her mentor... "And catmint?" She asked, her eyes glowing. It wasn't the scent, or at least that wasn't the only reason. She was proud of herself for knowing anything at all.
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Post by .:Lion:. on Aug 18, 2011 11:08:51 GMT -5
Lastsong looked up at his apprentice, thankful for the distraction she presented. The last thing he wanted was to reminisce about his past.
"That's right," he meowed, the whiskers above his eyes rising slightly, "And can you tell me what we use catmint for?" Lastsong set some of the stems down, counting them in his head and comparing them to his stores. That would probably be just enough. He'd let Siennapaw pick the rest, so that she got the hang of it.
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Post by Lemon Zinger on Aug 19, 2011 14:00:47 GMT -5
"Greencough." Siennapaw wasn't as certain this time about her answer, but she tried to be confident nonetheless. She flicked her brown tail with a grin as she watched her mentor. He was fun to have around and yet at the same time a mentor that could guide her and earn her respect. She counted herself lucky to have him. And he was beginning to smooth her rough edges.
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Post by .:Lion:. on Aug 20, 2011 14:30:10 GMT -5
Lastsong nodded.
"Yep. Catmint is the best cure for Greencough that exists. SkyClan is lucky to have an abundant supply here in the Twolegplace." He remembered his own mentor telling him this, when he was first apprenticed. Lastsong had been stubborn as a kit, and had insisted that he knew everything. He'd been mortified to have to go near the Twolegplace, and had sniffed at the idea that his Clan would need herbs grown by Twolegs. But Lastsong had lived long enough to know that any herbs that could be had were blessings, and would be useful in caring for his Clan.
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Post by Lemon Zinger on Aug 20, 2011 14:42:45 GMT -5
"We are fortunate." Siennapaw agreed. She didn't want anyone to die, least of all her mentor or sister. She would hate to loose them. It would be easy to bear, and she doubted she'd survive it. She flicked her tail and trotted over to another portion of the fence, sniffing around to see what was there, and trying to be helpful.
(Half want her attacked by the dog...)
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Post by .:Lion:. on Aug 25, 2011 14:47:45 GMT -5
OOC: Go ahead then.
BIC: Lastsong sniffed the air. He thought he tasted something strange. Pricking his ears, he felt a spark of unease. Clipping a few more stems, the medicine cat gathered up the store of catmint.
"Come help me carry these," he called out to his apprentice, wanting to be gone quickly.
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Post by StarClan (Admin) on Aug 26, 2011 18:38:34 GMT -5
Siennapaw turned. "In a moment." She thought she'd found some marigold along the fence. Then in a flash she felt herself struck by a tremendous weight and taken up in strong jaws before she was shaken. She squealed in pain and fear.
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Post by .:Lion:. on Aug 30, 2011 20:25:44 GMT -5
Lastsong whirled around, seeing too late what had made him feel uneasy. The dog! Even if he'd never been trained for intense battle, Lastsong did have the heart of a warrior. He didn't waste a moment. Dropping the catmint, the medicine cat flew forward, slithering by the dog's face. He latched himself onto its throat, tearing and biting so that it would release his apprentice.
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Post by Lemon Zinger on Aug 31, 2011 23:35:57 GMT -5
The dog dropped Siennapaw and moved back. He was young and a bit unprepared for such an attack, so he just tried to loosen Lastsong's hold. Siennapaw cried out as she was dropped and then struggled to try to rise to help. She wouldn't let Lastsong take it alone. She rushed in and bit it's tail, making it yelp.
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Post by .:Lion:. on Sept 11, 2011 20:07:41 GMT -5
Lastsong struggled to keep himself fixed on the dog's throat. It was lashing its head back and forth, making it difficult to hold on. Finally the medicine cat was forced to let go. He was thrown into a little clump of sweet-smelling plants. Leaping onto his paws, the tom shook himself off and then darted forwards again, aiming a strike at the dog's snout.
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