by eltonn » Mon May 15, 2017 8:11 am
The young tom lifted his head as a delicious-smelling squirrel was shoved into his face, the aroma awaking him from his slumbers. Conchpaw's jaws watered, and in his half-asleep state he was just about to take a bite when Bullfrogthroat's barking orders reached his ears. His gave a light sigh, but bit into the squirrel and began to mush it to a pulp for the grumpy old hag. "You know-" he said in between gobs of chewed up squirrel, "I could always mix in a bit of water hemlock with this, and you'd never be able to tell the difference!"
Conchpaw spat the pulpy prey out onto a dock leaf, pushing it towards Bullfrogthroat with a twotches of his whiskers. The hairless tom's belly growled, but instead of going to grab prey, he dragged the leaf with the burn poultice over to himself and began licking it onto his scars. According to his mentor, it was supposed to help his burns stop aching. It did help quite a bit, because Conchpaw noticed that when he didnt use it, his leg hurt. The old shecat refused to show him how to make it, instead using it as a bartering tool to get the tom to chew her food for her. As if he wouldn't do that anyway. Inwardly, Conchpaw did care for Bullfrogthroat. Not that he would ever mention it. He could taste cob nuts in the mixture, and a hint of comfrey and fresh mint, but that was all, and he knew there was something else he couldn't pinpoint.
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