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"Alright, now this is very important, there are only a few herbs in WinterClan which means the ones you'll need to know most are very few."
Rosemary- Alleviate muscle pain, improve memory, boost the immune and circulatory system, promote hair growth Parsley- Repairs cracked skin, bruises, tumors, insect bites, and promote hair growth Thyme- Cures sore throat, stomach pain, diarrhea, parasitic worm infections, skin disorders Mint- Cures upset stomach and bad digestions Winter Savory- Helps with bee stings and insect bites Basil- Cures stomach aches Catmint- Cures Green Cough and White Cough
"Now, unlike every other clan we have a mass ton of catmint so what we do is we take our catmint and bring them to other clans asking to trade. They almost always take the offer, the trick is we act like we're super poor on catmint so they don't ask a lot so never let anyone know how much we have. Secondly there's enough of these herbs that grow in WinterClan to go around, you're welcome to give these herbs to anyone who complains even a little. Winter savory is another herb we can give away because we don't get bug bites on a god damn mountain top so you're welcome to throw those at medicine cats to bribe them too. What else what else... I don't know, any questions yet?" Mistyveil asked her apprentice.
Cinnamonpaw paid close attention, his interest peaked. He had been waiting most of his kithood to be doing this, to be learning the art of healing, and here he was. A fresh young lad with a mind running like a wildfire and eyes that shone like gold. "What are the herbs we most commonly trade for?" He asked. Maybe that was a stupid question, but he didn't really care. Questions were what helped him move forward with learning, what helped a lot of others, too. He worked hard to memorize these herbs. Maybe he could make a song to remember.
(I am so sorry I lost this thread! It's on my watchlist now. I kept wondering why you hadn't replied and then I look and I realize I can't even find it on my list xD)
"Sometimes we trade for cobwebs. But usually poppy seeds are a major one, lucky for us every clan seems to have them except for us. Winter savory is a good one to trade with other clans too. They don't usually have that so it's a unique herb for other clans to gain."
Mistyveil gave a guilty look which was rarer than snow in SummerClan, "There's something else I need to tell you. Um... As you grow older you may notice some... Changes. You're going to grow up to be a witch or I guess a warlock like me. You might not feel it yet, but as you grow up you'll start feeling pain that doesn't belong to you. When you're studying to be a witch you'll begin to feel other people's pain around you, but not just physical pain. You're feeling their emotions. You'll feel their sorrow when someone dies, their happiness when a kit is born and you'll feel when they're lying to you too. Valleystar knew of this, I don't know if Diamondstar knows of this power though. This is just between the two of us for now. Don't be afraid when this starts to happen. It'll be a part of who you are, but it won't define you either... Does that make sense?"
The new information swam around in Cinnamonpaw’s head, swirling into his memories. He nodded enthusiastically. Cinnamonpaw had always been empathetic, more than most, but he was still somewhat confused. “...Okay?” He spoke uncertainly. “Alright, yeah, it makes sense to me. But why does this happen?” He asked, his mind prickling with questions. “Is it a different experience for all witches and warlocks? Like, one witch or warlock might feel more physically, while another one feels more emotionally? Does it take over? Can you control it?” A part of him worried he was asking too much stupid questions, but his curiosity drove that away and he didn’t stop. Cinnamonpaw did stop, to give them time to breath, and focused more on memorizing the herbs that they had and would trade for.
I don't know Cinnamonpaw, why do some kits in the same litter cry more than others?
"Look, I've been medicine cat for like five leaders now. When Understar was in charge I began to see ghosts, when Valleystar was in charge I began to feel more. The medicine cats before me were either savagely murdered or imprisoned, sometimes by WinterClan itself. We don't exactly raise saints in this icy terrain, so I'm the only one that has this, no one else. I have a theory why things are like this, but I literally can't tell you."
Mistyveil stared at Cinnamonpaw for a long time before rubbing her paw down her face for what felt like the twentieth time today. No, of course not. She couldn't just leave it at that, what apprentice wouldn't run off to search for answers and find the evil she was trying to keep from him.
"Alright, alright, here's the story. There are some evil beings in WinterClan. But they were defeated because cats forgot about them, not only a few cats like myself remember them. If I told you anything about them they would grow stronger. I think the power we have is connected to them. These beings may even try to visit you, but no matter how nice they seem you cannot acknowledge them. If you need proof of their evil look no further than why my daughters dead and why I'm cursed to feel eternal starvation. So again. I'm not refusing to tell you cause I don't trust you or something stupid, I'm doing it because if I told you I'd literally be giving the evil beings more power. Now, quick question, do you actually believe me?"
All of it was real, but the more she said it out loud the more insane she realized she sounded.
Cinnamonpaw was quiet for a moment. It sounded bizarre, it really did, but in a truthful sort of way. "...Yes. I believe you." He finally said. Mistyviel wouldn't lie to him, she had no real reason. He looked at her for a moment, his gaze contemplating. Yeah, he didn't want to make those evil beings stronger.
"Okay great, now go somewhere else and find herbs, I've got it covered over here, if you want a guard go to camp and demand one and if they refuse tell them you'll poison their wounds the next time they're sick. That always works," Mistyveil said with a rare hint of a smile.
Cinnamonpaw smiled back, a wide toothy grin that shone like warm sunshine. “Alright!” He said, dipped his head respectfully, and bounced out into camp. The air was fresh and clear like cool water, and the apprentice breathed in deeply and, contemplating for a moment, made his way out of camp. He didn’t need a guard. The territory was new to him, an expanse if land unknown. His paws buzzed with excitement and he took off in a run. He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, wasn’t watching or searching for any herbs, he was just lost in the thump of his paws against the earth. He didn’t have time to really, really, explore before.
Cinnamonpaw stopped, out of breath and panting. He didn’t worry that he was lost, he’d find his way back.
A small kitten mewl came from a mound of snow in front of Cinnamonpaw. The lump of snow stirred to reveal a tiny kittypet, she had snow white fur, a golden bell and a big pink bow tied behind her neck and looked more like a kit than a full sized cat. Her big yellow eyes opened looking into Cinnamonpaw as she let out a surprise little squeal and fell back into the snow before lying belly up staring up at him, "Wh-who are you?" She asked.
Her voice was high and kitten like with a British accent added onto an unimaginable amount of girlish inflection. It was pure sugar and spice and everything nice to create the raw adorableness that was in front of Cinnamonpaw.
Cinnamonpaw caught sight of the new cat and, almost immediately, let out an “awe.” He gazed down at her. “I’m Cinnamonpaw! And who are you? Why is a sweet thing like you out here?” His curiosity was piqued with this cat. Who was she? Where was she from? She didn’t smell like WinterClan.
The she-kit stood up as if on cue and spun in place pressing a paw against her cheek and with a saccharine, “ta-daa!”, struck a cutesy pose, "I'm Tia!"
"And I'm just a bit lost right now is all, my wittle legs are tired so I just had to take a break from walking. I'm okay now though!" Tia chirped, "I think if I just find the border to this place I can find my way back home, only I don't know where it is."
“Oh! Hello, Tia!” He sat straighter, listening attentively to her. “Alright, I think I can help you. I don’t know the borders well, though. Where are you from?” He stood on his long legs and gazed around for nothing in particular. “Do you need something to eat first? I could get you something?”
"I'm from two-leg place!" She squeaked, "I want think I just want to go back home," She smiled, but frowned when her stomach growled and giggled, "I swear, I'm not hungry," Tia defended, although her stomach growled again in defiance.
Cinnamonpaw laughed nervously. “Sounds like it! I can—uh—I can get you something?” He internally panicked slightly. He wasn’t a very good hunter, especially since he didn’t have to do it much. “It may take a little bit.” Maybe he could just go back to camp and get her prey from the pile. He looked around. The twoleg border should be...that way? “I’ll try and catch something on the way.” The apprentice started that way, flicking his tail for Tia to follow.
"No, no, I don't want to eat fresh kill," Tia protested as her tail moved to her side with embarrassment, "I've never eaten fresh kill before, it looks gross, I just want the food I have back home. It's okay really, I can wait, I just need to figure out the direction of home."
She scrunched up her nose a bit, "I don't mean to be rude mister, but you smell really weird, why do you smell like plants?"
“Oh! I forgot you might not like it. Sorry about that.” Cinnamonpaw continued in the way of—what he assumed—was the kittypet place. He laughed again, his sleek tail swishing from side to side. “Oh, because I work with plants. I’m a medicine cat for my Clan. Well, just an apprentice right now.”
"That's okay," Tia said softly, her yellow gaze looking distracted now.
As they neared the border Cinnamonpaw would be able to see out of the corner of his eyes a black shape approaching towards them. The figure didn't give either of them time to react as she lunged right on top of Cinnamonpaw bringing him to the ground, her claws attempting to close over his throat, but not cause bleeding, "Alright WinterClan rookie, I need some information and you seem like the most knowledgeable and weakest link around here so I want you to give me it," Her voice sounded whispery and snake like, more hiss than actual voice. Her scent hadn't been detected at all, but to the intruder it came as no surprise, she was a Renegade Regime Spy, capable of keeping her scent hidden and an extraordinaire at wielding the truth out from the throats of many cats with her ivory claws.
Turning around moments too late, Cinnamonpaw barely had any time to react before he was on his back, claws to his throat. His heart beat fast in his chest, his lungs heaving for air. He was terrified and confused and was probably going to die. He turned to Tia, still shocked, before he turned his gaze back up to the cat on top of him. He said nothing, not knowing if he could or not. He couldn’t spill WinterClan’s secrets to this cat! But he didn’t really have a choice, did he?
"Hey! He's a medicine cat apprentice," The kit shouted in his defense.
The black feline forced her weight on top of him, her white claws tip toeing across his chest, "Then let's make it easy, little apprentice, you tell me all about that little prison of yours and if you're very well behaved... Well. We'll see what happens, okay?" She purred, "Now how about you open up on that in-for-ma-tion."
The she-cat was heavily scarred, the scars themselves seemed to bulge and pulse, she was absolutely mangled. She had a pretty figure, but whatever happened to her had turned her into someone people couldn't even look at without gagging. She seemed to smirk specifically in to the kits general direction in a what are you going to do? kind of a way.
Struggling under the molly, Cinnamonpaw turned his head away from her as he continued to wiggle. “I don’t know much! I swear! They-they keep the prisoners there and there’s a guard or two, but-but that’s all. Promise!” He squeaked. What a day, huh?
