Sleepykit watched the red berry, it’s image engraving itself in her mind. Kill in seconds… The berries were lethal, a small part of her intrigued by this notion. How could such a small and innocent looking berry be this dangerous? At least they were safe to touch, as made evident by Mossfreckle touching it, it’s bush described as being large a branchy, much like a little pine tree. Well, it was evident that none of the plants in this course were to be consumed. Vibrant blue eyes flickered upwards at the mention of Deadly Nightshade – or just Nightshade – before looking back down once more to carefully observe that herb, too. Purple flowers with an erect, yellow centre – dark, blackberry-like buds when the flower wilted, sticking out of it like a star. Another plant that killed in an instant. Gagging, vomiting – signs of impending death upon consumption of the plant, it nearly sent a shudder down the kit’s spine, the thought. Blue eyes looked around the ground of kits seated, observing their reactions before her eyes briefly fell on Nightshiver, who gave Mossfreckle a grateful nod for allowing her to stay. She took to mind the notion of deathberries and nightshade – their appearances, their dangers. Stars forbid any kits ever find them. When Mossfreckle disappeared, seemingly leaving the kits in her charge – which wasn’t much different from her day-to-day – she smiled, silently keeping an eye on the kits. They were being good, that was a pleasure to see.