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Post by Whitemuzzle on May 26, 2021 16:30:56 GMT -5
Graythorn stepped out of the medicine den and looked around for his new apprentice. He'd lost count of how many he had now. Is this number six or seven? It seemed that every time he got an apprentice, they decided to quit. After giving this much thought, he realized that he was the only common denominator in this equation. Maybe it wasn't so much them as it was him. Perhaps he should try to be less grumpy and irritable. Yeah right! he thought miserably. Spotting Vulturepaw, he called out him, "Come on! We need to go to the herb meadow."
After having tried his paw at becoming a warrior apprentice, Vulturepaw soon realized that was not the path for him. He had been so relieved when Greythorn had chosen him, happy to follow in the toms paw-steps. The skinny tom had a knack with herbs and a fascination with anatomy, it only seemed right that he would become a medicine cat.
When he heard his new mentors voice ring out, the grey brown tom jumped to his paws and raced after Greythorn, trying to hide his excitement. "Are we helping the gardeners out there?" he asked with a tilt of his head.
Post by Whitemuzzle on May 27, 2021 16:18:49 GMT -5
Graythorn resisted the urge to roll his eyes. In earlier times he would had done so without thinking. So maybe I am getting a little better, he thought hopefully. "Actually no," he began. "We need to get a few herbs we're running low on. This is the season for more injuries from battles and accidents. Our marigold is running low and we could use some more dock leaves. Also need some horsetail and poppy seeds."
With a swish of his tail, he turned and hurried out of the camp. Stopping in front of the small stream that flowed near the camp, he faced Vulturepaw. "You lead us to the meadow," he meowed. "I want to see if you remember the way".
As his mentor spoke, Vulturepaw ran over the list of herbs in his head. Marigold for infections, I think horsetail as well, poppy seeds for pain. He was so deep in thought that he almost ran into Greythorns chest. Giving a small yelp, he startled back, ears flattening against his skull. "Oh yeah, sorry!" he said with a shake of his head, heat flooding over him.
Narrowing his eyes, he faced and east and asked, "We gotta use the stepping stones to get there, right?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on May 29, 2021 13:46:55 GMT -5
"No," Graythorn said with a deep sigh. He didn't say anything about him running into his chest. A much younger Graythorn would have given a careless apprentice a piece of his mind. I must be getting better, he thought hopefully. "That's how you get to the rabbit meadow. The herb and wildflower meadow is on this side of the main stream, remember?"
Vulturepaw winced at his mentors sigh, ducking his head low. He didn't get out much when he was training as a warrior and hadn't learned the territory fully. "Got it," he replied with a flick of his tail. Taking the lead, the young tom set off in the direction at a trot, his head hanging low. Eventually he saw a break in the trees and tasted a hint of salt on the wind that was blowing from the south. "Just up here, yeah?" he asked over his shoulder.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 1, 2021 18:32:46 GMT -5
"Yes, you're right," Graythorn replied. "The wildflower meadow is here in our northern territory. It goes right up to the freshwater lake that lies between us and SpringClan." As he crested a rise, the lake came into view. "There is, however, an area to the east of the lake where we share a land border with them. Let's start with gathering some marigold since it's the closest. The horsetail grows nearer to the lake shore." He leaned down to inspect the marigold. It was still early in the season and many of the plants hadn't bloomed yet. But there were some early bloomers evident by their bright yellow and orange blossoms.
Vulturepaw padded up next to his mentor, giving the flower a deep sniff and committing the scent to memory. "Marigold, good for infected wounds," he recited, giving a small nod. "How far down the stem do we take, or is it just the flower head?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 2, 2021 13:21:22 GMT -5
"Bite it off about here," the gray tabby replied as he moved his paw to a place a third of the way up the stem. "Both the petals and leaves can be used in poultices." He nipped off a stem and laid it on the ground. "Do you remember what else can be used to help fight off infections?"
Seeing where Greythorn had pointed, Vulturepaw gave a small nod and chewed through the stem, curling his lip at the bitter taste. He knew the petals had been useful, knowing the leaves were too was good to know. "That means it can be harvested as long as it's growing, and not just blooming?" Greythorns next question was something he knew. "Horsetail and goldenrod, and dried oak leaf?" he stated, though his voice lifted with a question at the end.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 3, 2021 18:35:21 GMT -5
"Yes but I like to take the more mature plants," Graythorn meowed. "They have the flower and have more leaves on them. But you can take the younger growths in a pinch." He bit off another stem as he listened to Vulturepaw's answer to his question. He was pleasantly surprised by the younger cat's answer. "I'm impressed and that's something hard to do," he replied. "Yes, those are the other herbs you can use if you don't have marigold handy. Do you know what to use in case of a rat bite to stop infection? I'll give you a hint. I mentioned it in passing the other day."
Sitting up and being a bit pleased at the praise, Vulturepaw continued with, "Burdock!" His tail shooting up. That was of the first he had learned. He knew there was another, more easily accessible, but he couldn't quite name it.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 4, 2021 19:04:43 GMT -5
Now Graythorn was really impressed and it showed in his eyes. "Good, very good," he meowed trying not to sound too pleased, he had an image to keep up after all. "The roots are the most effective part of the burdock plant. Chew them up and place the pulp on the bite." He wrinkled his nose. "I'll warn you it doesn't taste the greatest."
"I think we have enough marigold for now," he said as he looked at what they had gathered. He had brought his herb carrying log with him so he placed the marigold inside. "Let's go to the water's edge and get some horsetail."
ooc - Graythorn has a hollow log which he uses to carry herbs back to the camp. It's about 14 inches long and 4 inches around. Vines are wrapped around it and create a loop where he can either stick his head though and carry it around his neck or he can bite down on the vine and tote it that way. Feel free to use it for Vulturepaw after Graythorn's accident if you wish.
Warmed by the praise, Vulturepaw gave a small nod and helped back away his gathered herbs and trotted after his mentor, keeping his eyes open. "It's spiky, right?" he asked, trying to picture the dried version of the herb in his mind.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 6, 2021 11:07:24 GMT -5
"Yes, it has little spikes all over and even the blueish-purple flower it has looks like pointy spikes," the gray tabby replied. As he neared the water he squatted down to take a drink. The air was getting warmer as the sun shone down from a nearly cloudless sky. A few birds flew overhead safely out of the cat's reach.
After drinking his fill, Graythorn looked up and saw a nest on the ground not far from where he was standing. From that vantage point he could see at least four large eggs nestled down inside it. "Hey, look over here!" he called to Vulturepaw. The eggs were a great find. They'd make a nice addition to the fresh kill pile. As he started to move closer to the nest, a loud honking sounded somewhere to his left. Startled, he turned to see a huge white goose barreling down toward him.
Vulturepaw nodded, casting his gaze around to find the plant in question. He was enjoying himself, seeming to learn how his mentor worked and what his quirks were. The log was really cool, made it gathering a lot of herbs a lot easier. The warmth of the new summer sun warmed his back, and the young tom paused to pull himself out in a long stretch.
At Greythorn's call, Vulturepaw trotted over to the nest, already swiping his tongue around his jaws. The horrible honking sound stopped the young tom in his tracks, turning with a back arched to see the angry hen barreling towards them. He saw the white feathered beast rush past, and in a blink, reacted. Having had some warrior training beforehand, Vulturepaw launched himself into the air and latched onto the fat rear-end of the angry goose, tufts of white feathers flying as he tried to distract it from the older tom.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 8, 2021 18:05:34 GMT -5
Graythorn was momentarily frozen in place as he watched the goose come charging and then saw Vulturepaw leap upon it's back. His trance-like state was broken when he heard a second honking sound coming from behind him. This was the first goose's mate coming to help out. It didn't take Graythorn long to figure out that this was a lopsided fight. The geese were bigger than they were and they had a bigger reason to fight - the preservation of their family. "RUN FOR IT!" he yowled to his apprentice. He hoped the geese would give up the chase once they were sufficiently away from their nest. Then a sharp pain radiated from the base of his tail. The mate had bit down hard there. Spinning around, he struck a blow to the side of it's head causing the goose to release him. In an instant, he was off and running with the goose following close behind.
Hearing his mentor, Vulturepaw had released his grip, only to have a claw snag in the feathers and drag the young tom for a moment as he saw the other evil long-necked chicken try to take a chunk out of his mentors tail. Ripping his claws free, along with a cloud of feathers, Vulturepaw dashed after Greythorn, giving the other goose a swipe and making sure his mentor didn't drop his herb cache.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 11, 2021 19:23:41 GMT -5
(I need to apologize about something. I told you the wild flower and herb meadow was on the same side of the main stream as the camp. It had been there originally while the rabbit meadow was on the western side. It was that way for years. Yesterday I saw the new map of SummerClan and someone had flipped them around. The herb meadow is now to the west and the rabbit meadow on the east. One would have to cross the main stream using the stepping stones to get to the herb meadow now. So I'm sorry I misinformed you about that.)
Graythorn heard the paws of his apprentice beat the ground behind him as they ran so he knew he was following him. He also heard the honking racket the two geese were making as they gave chase but soon those sounds died out. The birds stopped chasing them when they were far enough away from their nest. "That was close," he huffed as he slowed to a stop. When he turned to look back, he saw the two geese disappear back into the reeds near their nest. He also saw that some of the marigold they picked had fallen out of his log in the mad dash he made. Backtracking a few paces, regathered some that had come out. "It's a shame those geese built their nest near the best place for horsetail. Now we'll have to go farther along the shore until we can come to another place where it grows." Then looking at Vulturepaw, he asked, "Did you get hurt from that goose? One bit my tail but I'm fine."
[ i was going off the map so i just assumed i had looked at it wrong, no worries muzz. the clans change over the years, i get it c: it made for some interesting interactions! ]
The air was hot in his lungs as Vulturepaw raced after his mentor, his long legs eating up the ground underpaw. He risked a chance looking over his shoulder, happy to see that the geese has retreated to guard their nest. Part of his wondered what their skulls would look like, and part of him wondered how that fatty flesh would taste. If only they weren't so big and scary, he thought, paws slowing to a walk.
Looking back at Greythorn, Vulturepaw offered him a rare grin, flicking his tail happily. "Didn't even touch me," he crowed, tilting his chin up with pride. But when his mentor mentioned the bite, he turned serious. "That could get infected, do you want me to treat it?" he asked with a tilt of his head, eyes wide. He could at least help clean the wound, seeing the scarlet seep through his mentors fur.
