Post by ghost on Sept 24, 2015 22:21:54 GMT -6
"Primrose is... for sores, and so is this, uh... mousedung, I always forget the name..."
Plumpaw pawed at a vibrant red and yellow flower at her feet, frowning at it accusingly for several moments before finally shoving it towards a cluster of identical ones to her left, and she placed the primrose on a similar pile beside them. The medicine cat apprentice was fine with memorizing the uses of herbs and flowers, but learning the names for each species was a torture she wasn't sure she deserved. Still, her mentor had told her to test herself, and that included her checking her knowledge on something as nuanced as plant names. "I'll get it eventually," she mumbled, grudgingly making a note to ask the name of the two-toned flower later.
Plumpaw continued pushing the piles together according to their uses, and although she was proud to note that she could name those used for colds and infections, there were many that she couldn't identify. The creamy she-cat sat there, seething. There was little she could do on her own, though she couldn't help it if the medicine cat was needed elsewhere. She just had to power through and try to remember. Plumpaw snorted softly, her breath causing a couple of fleabane flowers to tumble away.
Another sudden movement caught her eye, and Plumpaw reflexively lashed out with a sheathed paw, knocking over a couple piles of milkweed and marigold as she did. She let out a frustrated hiss at the mess she'd caused, but the young medicine cat quickly bit her tongue when she saw just what had caught her attention: a deep emerald beetle, still spinning on its back from the force of the she-cat's strike as its legs twitched helplessly in the air.
Plumpaw immediately crouched down and put a light paw on the insect, keeping it in place as she looked closer at its iridescent shell. "You shouldn't be here," she told it, but her bright expression suggested that she couldn't care less.
Plumpaw pawed at a vibrant red and yellow flower at her feet, frowning at it accusingly for several moments before finally shoving it towards a cluster of identical ones to her left, and she placed the primrose on a similar pile beside them. The medicine cat apprentice was fine with memorizing the uses of herbs and flowers, but learning the names for each species was a torture she wasn't sure she deserved. Still, her mentor had told her to test herself, and that included her checking her knowledge on something as nuanced as plant names. "I'll get it eventually," she mumbled, grudgingly making a note to ask the name of the two-toned flower later.
Plumpaw continued pushing the piles together according to their uses, and although she was proud to note that she could name those used for colds and infections, there were many that she couldn't identify. The creamy she-cat sat there, seething. There was little she could do on her own, though she couldn't help it if the medicine cat was needed elsewhere. She just had to power through and try to remember. Plumpaw snorted softly, her breath causing a couple of fleabane flowers to tumble away.
Another sudden movement caught her eye, and Plumpaw reflexively lashed out with a sheathed paw, knocking over a couple piles of milkweed and marigold as she did. She let out a frustrated hiss at the mess she'd caused, but the young medicine cat quickly bit her tongue when she saw just what had caught her attention: a deep emerald beetle, still spinning on its back from the force of the she-cat's strike as its legs twitched helplessly in the air.
Plumpaw immediately crouched down and put a light paw on the insect, keeping it in place as she looked closer at its iridescent shell. "You shouldn't be here," she told it, but her bright expression suggested that she couldn't care less.