"Herb Time!" [apprentice & kit event!]

[Ian]

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Talonpaw
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Primrosepaw's nod toward him goes unanswered as he remains focused on Brokenstream. Talonpaw isn't in the mood for socializing, so he silently stands in preparation to head out of camp as the warrior's serious gaze sweeps over the gathering apprentices.

@paedyn [brief Prim mention]

[Marigoldwhisper]

Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\10 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."

Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]


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This was it, the time and the hour. The apprentice radiated excitement from all and every side, her hazle eyes wide. She broke into a trot to keep up with the group, her ears perked and her tail high to avoid accidentally swatting at anything (or anycat) nearby. She was soooo excited! Who wouldn't be? Herbs was an interest she had no idea she even had and --- while the relationship was pretty shaky --- Marigoldpaw had to thank a certain cat for it all.