|
|
Post by .:.S.:.t.:.o.:.r.:.m.:. on Aug 6, 2009 15:47:51 GMT -6
Nightpaw came back to DeathClan camp with a bundle of herbs in her mouth, heading straight for the Medicine Cat Den. She expected that there would be many fights to come in the next moon, and she wanted to make sure that there were enough herbs for the Warriors and Apprentices so they could fight as quickly as possible, and kill as many SoulCats as possible. She peaked her head into the Medicine Cat Den; Deathsong wasn't there, so she guessed she was also getting herbs. Nightpaw placed the herbs neatly along the wall, smiling at the plentiful amount of herbs they had. SoulClan won't stand a chance. she thought smugly, before her thoughts turned hopeful. I hope that Deathsong's proud of me. I haven't really been keeping up on my duties lately. I have to fix that.
|
|
|
|
Post by deathsong on Aug 6, 2009 15:54:48 GMT -6
Deathsong padded into the camp and headed towards her den. She had a few different herbs in her jaws but she could sent others and Nightpaw in a fresh trail towards their den. She walked into the den and added hers to their neat little piles and nodded her head approvingly to Nightpaw. She was still taller than her apprntice but not for long.
|
|
|
|
Post by .:.S.:.t.:.o.:.r.:.m.:. on Aug 6, 2009 16:13:53 GMT -6
Nightpaw smiled hugely when Deathsong nodded her head approvingly at her; accidently dropping the remaining herbs in her mouth, but she quickly picked them up again and made her face regain it's original composure. "Hello, Deathsong," she greeted her, nodding her head at her mentor. Her voice was slightly mumbled from the large bundle of herbs in her mouth, and she almost dropped them from talking. When Nightpaw stood up straight again, the herbs still in her mouth, the top part of her ears were taller than Deathsong's forehead; she was nearly larger than the small Medicine Cat. In a moon or so she would be larger than her. With a start, Nightpaw suddenly realized that she still had the herbs in her mouth. She quickly ran over to one of the neat piles, a pile of poppy seeds, and carefully placed them down on it, being sure to not send the seeds flying all over their den. Embarassed, Nightpaw turned her gaze to Deathsong, smiling weakly. "How are you?" She asked her.
|
|
