Mourning Ruins

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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The High Priestess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

❀⊱ { + 3 lavender // + 5 chamomile } ⊰❀

❦ Angular star marked head bobbed in a nod of acknowledgment and approval to the apt apprentice and the eagerness they showed to serve their clan as its future, with a directional signalling flick of a feathery tail the lanky oriental padded out of camp on diligent paws, Mossfreckle’s pace remained hastened but smooth as he darted through underbrush and strode beneath the tall conifer canopies that filled his senses with the heady bite of alpine scented breeze. Mossy hues remained silently fixated on the two younger mollies as he allowed them to do as they pleased on their way trusting them to know the difference between work and play and to have actually remembered what was asked of them herb wise. Reaching Mourning Ruins the medicine cat stood a moment to take in his surroundings before allowing calm tones to slip from his white twinged maw, ”Lavender is used to mask the scent of death while Chamomile in layman’s terms is used as a soothing herb to ease a number of physical and mental ailments - while both are important focus on the latter, we have no chamomile in the stores as we didn’t have any when we moved camps,” a petite paw rose to point in two separate directions as the tom pointed out certain spots during the moments pause, ”There and here are where I usually find the two, lavender is most likely there if the patch remained and chamomile is over there but there will probably be some throughout us general,” aid given and mental boxed checked off in his starry mind spotted tabby pelt disappeared from view as he dipped into the underbrush and made is way to gather a few fronds of lavender before heading back and scooping up a bushel of chamomile as he made his way with the dark pelted duo back to camp but for the time being he made sure he was always within distance of the two - although hidden to any onlookers besides the scent he allowed the apprentices to smell - his eyes flitting from verdant and twiggy views to feline shadows in his peripheral. Three fronds of lavender toned fronds drooped from the herbalists mouth as he returned from his latent state to stand within the sunlit speckled gapping of trees for a moment to watch Birdpaw and Midnightpaw before he bent down to gather between his sharp teeth the small, sweetly scented daisy like flowered, ”Are you two finding everything alright?”

{ @Omari ~ Mid } { @Mica ~ Bird }
[ short /w\ I’m sorry lovlies // bonus two basic understandings of herbs as compensation /hj ]