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

[nyme]

WE'LL BUILD A FIRE IN YOUR EYES

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SALAMANDERPAW . 7 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN

☆ attendance here precedes punishment+confinement to camp!

Salamanderpaw perks up, seeing who she's on errands with. Her right-hand-cat and...thay other guy!! Beaverpaw!! Aaaand someone else!!! She can recall wanting Beaverpaw in on her warband many moons ago...now, with a long and skeptical look shot at the tom, she wonders if that plan might still be worth enacting. Every warrior worth a damn needs a posse to roll with, right? She's got to start hers somewhere...

"Hey! Beaverpaw! How hard can you hit?" She's not thinking about herbs at all right now. After an attempt at greeting Seapaw the usual way (a rough headbump aimed at their shoulder), she gets straight to interviewing. "Did your mentor teach you how to mess cats up yet? You have to tell me." In fact, she's so not paying attention to their task that she makes a mess of her collection of the little orangey-yellow whatever-they-ares, yanking up sprouts with such force that she gets a few roots unearthed in the process. Yuck, this is so lame! Medicine cats must have been invented as some kind of sick punishment from Starclan.

+3 ???

"Gleh, theshe tase rodden!" She complains through her mouthful, hauling it back to Berryshine quickly. Salamanderpaw spits the flowers out after a moment, not letting the unknown cat (to her) in their little entourage go unquestioned:

"Hey, Cricketpaw! That's you, right? Cricketpaw? How hard can you hit?"

@Silvershadow13 ; CRICKETPAW
@Idiotic.Bean101 ; BEAVERPAW
@sleepyyjax ; SEAPAW