Tree
Rowanglade & Ashkit
Ashkit bothers Rowanglade
WindClan camp
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"I'm a big boy now! I don't need protection!"
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It was early in the morning when Ashkit decided to escape the nursery in the search of the elders to listen to more stories. However, the tomkit got sidetracked when he smelled something. Something that was familiar yet somehow unfamiliar at the same time. Without a second thought, the tom followed the smell, eventually finding himself in the den where Rowanglade stayed. With shining eyes, the feline looked around, wondering if he could eat anything from within the den. They didn't smell bad and he was a little hungry...
I play...
From WindClan
Bayflower (F) an understanding warrior
Cedarkit (NB) a loving kit
Ashkit (M) an affectionate kit
From ShadowClan
Swampkit (NB) a grumpy kit
From ThunderClan
Finchkit (M) a reserved kit
From RiverClan
Cinderwhisper (F) a silent elder
From beyond the clans
Noah (M) a lazy semi-feral
Raven (F) a playful domestic kitten
Healing is a matter of time,
but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.
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Rowanglade slide into the den quietly behind Ashkit. Her jaws were filled with fresh moss to continue rebuilding the collection in the Sick Den. The pale furred plume of her tail curling at the tip in curiosity about what had drawn the kit her to den without a greeting.
When the little tom approached the herbs stacked and sorted neatly at the back of the den she dropped the moss she was carrying to speak. ”If you wanted to start learning about herbs you could have just asked.” Her voice was light, and curiosity filled her. Rowanglade would learn which of the herbs had called Ashkit to the alcove. Clearly StarClan was guiding this next lesson.
She strode quickly up to join the nosy little creature at the alcove. ”Show me the one you want, and I’ll teach you about it.”
