Post by Smokepelt on Jun 30, 2018 15:31:30 GMT
A grey and black streaked Tom enters the slumbering lake. He has a mission in mind. Herbs are needed so he can provide medicine to the clan and do his duty. Surely it would be fine if he was only briefly absent from the den. It was always nice to get out and about, despite how gloomy this once proud lake could be. If only he had more guidance as to what to look for. He had forgotten what exactly he needed, so he knew he had to just take whatever he could find. Herbs much like everything else was becoming scarce. His amber eyes darted around, trying to spot anything he could use. Of course due to everything in the area he was struggling to identify anything by scent alone, which could be both a good and a bad problem.
Smokepelt paused and sat on the incline to think out a strategy. I know I need cobwebs and moss. Hopefully one if not both are here. I honestly need everything. The den is a mess. He was slightly disgruntled with the job he had been doing as of late. The shortages did not make his life any easier. The clan was growing again, finally, and he needed to adapt quickly. He still needed an apprentice and he would take any help he could get, but such was the life of a Medicine Cat. If only Cloudclan could help him, but no Medicine Cat had heard from their ancestors in moons. He worried about the future, but he had to focus on the present. Now where could those herb be hiding?