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Post by coelacanth on Jun 3, 2009 5:39:44 GMT -5
Soul was walking. Alone. He liked it that way. Solitary, quiet, alone. There were no more words to describe that subtle feeling of tranquility. He didn't mind socializing, but he still preferred collecting herb alone. Did the clan medicine cats do that? Or did they have pesky little apprentices too? He walked over to some feverfew and nibbled the end off so that he could bring the whole stalk and all the leaves with him to camp.
As he returned, he lay the herbs in his den and proceeded to organize the others that he had all splayed out on the floor. It was busy work, not that hard for one of any intelligence, but he did not mind doing the monotonous job. Sorting, sorting, sorting. Feverfew here, Catmint there. Marigold way over in that direction. He needed more marigold, it seemed. Always being used up by the useless warriors that managed to get themselves hurt so easily.
He finished sorting, then walked out of camp and decided to snatch a bite to eat from the fresh kill pile that was also dwindling. Sitting down by the entrance of his den, he did not pay any attention to the others who might be up and about. Anyone who disturbed him might as well just go die in a hole unless they approached him correctly. Soul would stand nothing for disrespect. He did not share that friendly bond between his "clanmates" as did the cats of the true clans. |
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