Squirrelpaw giggled and allowed the torso of the furry creature to fall limp from her grasp, Standing up straight, "Nice chase!" She purred, Nodding her approval. (Wb)
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{[Ok, if you really want to Spirit. But you're going have to write a bit more if you mentoring. You should put lots of detail into your posts so the apprentice can easily reply. Are you still up to it?}} Oakpaw Oakpaw's eyes light up. "Thanks, but the chase is nothing if you can't make the kill," he said looking away. Oakpaw brighten up again, giving himself one last shaking he bounded away from the river's edge and farther into the grass.
"Here you go." Goldenpaw gave Hawkfeathers the traveling herbs and purred. "Who ever the trouble maker is, they have herb knowledge. They sorted the piles into different ways of using them."
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{{Um… I don't think much happened since you were last here. Hawkfeathers and Goldenpaw are going to the moon pool so that Goldenpaw can become a medicine cat. I'll try my best to put recent events on the front so people don't have to ask for recaps. }}
Hawkfeathers "Really? In what new ways were they sorted?" Hawkfeathers asked curiously as she consumed her portion of the herbs. They tasted biter but the bedicine barely noticed. She was used to it after her many trips to the moon pool.
Goldenpaw ate the herbs hurriedly and looked back at her mentor. "In the different ways you use them. Like pulps, the cats eating them, that sort of thing."
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