the little herb thief [open]
Jul 15, 2014 10:05:08 GMT -4
Post by greystorm on Jul 15, 2014 10:05:08 GMT -4
GREYSTORM
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A large grey tom walked through the thick underbrush of the Evergreen forest, his amber eyes gleaming in the shadows of the trees. They stood before him like petrified colossi towering over his comparably minuscule frame and casting a darkness upon the land. He was born in the darkness, molded by it, and he would die in this darkness. But right now he had a job to do. Greystorm was searching for something, it wasn’t prey or enemies, things one would think the battle hardened tom would be looking for. No, he had to go find some stupid plant. An herb specifically, one he was running low on. Kind to think of it, he was running low on all sorts of things, but there wasn’t much to begin with anyways. He had to go find some chervil deep within the forest, something he had taken long ago when he was a kit. The tom remembered he once ate some crowfood that made him sick to his stomach. The medicine cat of his time used chervil to help with the constant bellyache even after expelling the rotten food with yarrow. Greystorm looked for the herb in frustration, he had not been a medicine cat apprentice so he had to figure things out for himself. The elders and others of Shadowclan were helping him out, recalling herbs and what they do. The ex warrior had recalled many they listed for him, and he was learning steadily. If only it wasn’t so boring.
Greystorm let out an exasperated sigh as he trudge along, wishing for some excitement. But it seemed like he wasn’t getting any today, it was a perfect day today. A boring, perfect, predictable day. Birds flittered about over his head and he could hear the croaks of frogs and toads just beyond the brush. He must have been nearing a part of the marsh. He thought briefly about going over to catch some frogs for his clanmates, cashing after live prey would be a lot funner than finding some bellyache herb in the forest. But he shook his head, he was a medicine cat now, he had different tasks set out for him. He focused his golden eyes on the planets before him, taking in their intricate leaf patterns and crawling stems. What did chervil look like again? He tried to recall what one of the elders told him. It was a small plant with delicate stems and a fan of leaves almost like a fern in shape. He eyed the plants around him and took in their scents. While he could vaguely recall what they looked like, he remembered their smell a lot clearer. Whenever he came across its scent before it always gave him a soothing feeling as he remembered how it helped.
The toms’ nose fell upon a familiar scent that sent him on the hunt for his stoic quarry. He bumbled through the underbrush in a less than graceful fashion, and soon found himself at a patch of the herb he was looking for. Finally! But, when he tried to reach down and start picking the plant skittered out of his reach. Plants couldn’t move! Could they? Honestly he didn’t pay attention to them too much before, maybe he had to kill it like prey? Lifting up one of his massive front paws he brought it down on the escaping plant and heard a squeak. Curious he moved the other plants with his free paw to see that he had caught a mouse that was carrying the herb. Of course, how stupid could he be thinking plants could move? He glared at the little rodent that tried desperately to escape beneath his unsheathed paw, a toothy malicious grin was plastered on his face. “This seems to be a very unlucky day for you...” He said in an almost feral tone, no doubt scaring the mouse half to death. With a quick bite he ended its life, and the chervil thief lay limply on the soft ground before him. Now he’d have some herbs and a mouse to bring back, how nice was he? With a smirk Greystorm continued to pick the much needed herbs.
OOC unashamed use of my tryout post herp derp
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