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Harvestcharm was a loner by choice, only finding true comfort in the company of others when it came to his own family he was raised by. He got along with everyone in DayClan fairly well, doing his part to contribute to the clan, never complaining about work. However the only friend he had made thus far was Eaglepaw in NightClan and really since their run in last time he hadn't seen the apprentice, but knew he had to be a warrior by now like he was.
He was focused on carefully applying some herbs into his mixture when he noticed Brakewings. His career as a medicine cat ended the moment Goldenstar's began. Everyone witnessed it and everyone watched him try to fight it, screaming at the new leader, the entire scene was brutal to watch. Since then it seemed like everyone's life improved except for Brakewings.
"Hey do you maybe want to help me with something?" Harvestcharm asked Brakewings. He was putting his best effort in to be nice. "I'm working with herbs, but I don't know what I'm doing. Although it is kind of fun to watch," He smirked.
The medicine cat had been fuming for the last days. Every night he nearly walked into the den he had spent most of his within, and every day he had to stop and turn his paws to the warriors' den. It was loud and crowded, so many cats fidgeting and snoring, and he couldn't even hear the quiet wind sweeping through his stores and rattling the berries in their cleft. It was cruel to take his position, crueler still to take his den away from him, and perhaps the worst part was leaving him here as a warrior. Brakewings was still loyal to his clan, he wasn't going to let them fall apart without him, but the bitterest parts of him longed to stalk off instead of sitting here and being humiliated.
It had been a long time since he'd had to hunt, and two patrols in a row he had come up with empty paws. He was too distracted by the sweet scents of herbs nearby, and his pawsteps were not as soft as they once were. As the tom sulked into camp without prey once again, his nose stinging from a clump of nettles he had tripped and fallen into, he heard Harvestcharm call out to him.
He hesitated, then nodded once and switched directions to join him. "Of course," he responded, "I'm happy to help with anything." He met Harvestcharm's gaze with a smile, relieved that someone still cared about his opinion, even if it was just a young warrior. "What are you trying to do?"
"Eh, just trying to make this potion. I want to alter someone's mood into a rage. So I got one herb for causing discomfort, another that plays with the part of the brain that's guessed to focus more on emotion. But I need that final spark that can trigger a rage reaction in someone," Harvestcharm said. Thanks to his family he had some capabilities in herbs from his mom and older sister, but unfortunately he never learned any herb vocabulary. Therefore he knew what things could do, but couldn't communicate effectively what herb it was or fully memorize what each one looked like or where to find it.
He did feel grateful seeing the ex medicine cat walk over to him. Because of his sisters he had a bitter feeling in the backdrop of his mind about people going through trauma. For them it always seemed they never made effort to work through their issues and only made other people in their lives miserable for their own shortcomings. But at least with Brakewings he didn't let his defeat drag him down by snapping at him or anything, he could respect him for that.
Brakewings narrowed his eyes warily. Was this some kind of trick? He thought his clanmates were more kindhearted than to try and trick him into using his knowledge for blatant evil in front of him. There was no reason for him to be creating a rage-inducing potion, and to do so would only help their argument against him. But he had also thought his clan trusted him as their medicine cat, and he was wrong about that, so was he wrong now too?
He turned and scanned the herbs piled at the warrior's paws. Though Harvestcharm seemed to have no idea what they were, a quick glance revealed to Brakewings that he had chosen well so far based on their uses. He wouldn't typically think to cause discomfort, but he knew it was a common side effect, so he supposed it could work to weaponize it.
"You don't need herbs to trigger the rage," he answered finally, looking back up at him. He was still suspicious, but he trusted the tom for now. He did seem to be making some type of rage potion. "Once you've unstabilized them, all they need a little push. Literally, you can shove them, or just whisper something irritating in their ear. That should be enough. If you're set on an herbal remedy, though..." he considered, "bay leaves might work. They don't grow in our territory, though." Through the years of being a medicine cat, he had spoken frequently to the other healers and learned that some of them used bay leaves to cure a variety of minor afflictions. The problem was that the rapid effects of the herb sometimes caused ringing in the ears, and what better to infuriate a cat?
