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Post by aemin on May 17, 2007 15:35:51 GMT -5
The medicine cat apprentice stared at her mentor, dumbfounded but trying not to show it. Her pretty amber fur rose suddenly as a sudden cold overtook her. Head rose to look at the oncoming clouds, their grey color turning darker by the second. She must hurry to answer the question. Bending back down her head, Dreampaw finished her prey and buried the remnants. She thought carefully about the answer before lifting her head to reply. So that you're not a mess of blood by the time you get back to camp? Blood can look very intimidating if it's dried on you. Especially on the muzzle.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on May 18, 2007 19:06:34 GMT -5
Your reason is quite a fair one, but the reason you must lick it off is because you mustn’t smell of blood when you go hunting again. He explained, his pea-green pools locked into her amber fur. His gaze broke from her, and he trotted over to the pile of herbs he laid out earlier. You can think about that later though, there’s a storm coming, and it would be a waste to leave these herbs here. He mewed, picking up the leaf of poppy seeds and the feverfew’s stem. He flicked his tail to the cobweb, and started to set towards camp.
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Post by aemin on Jun 12, 2007 15:05:29 GMT -5
ooc|: I'm so sorry for keeping so long! So very sorry!
bic|: The apprentice also bent her head to take a mouthful of cobwebs, her head buzzing. It had been easy to answer the medicine questions, but those of a warrior? Impossible. Dreampaw felt proud, though, at knowing that she was right to follow this path of a medicine cat, and not that of a warrior. Her strengths were herbs and healing, her weakness fighting and hunting. Following her mentor, the lilac apprentice glanced at the sky to see clouds rolling in, dark gray clouds. They had to get back to the RiverClan camp now, unless they wanted wetter pelts than the usual warrior's.
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