Molepaw Speaks (WIP)
Fennel, marigold, feverfew. Fennel, marigold, feverfew. Fennel... I ran throught the list of herbs in my head. It had been five days since I asked Yellowfang to be her apprentice, but she still hasn't agreed. For now, after helping the elders and other warriors with small problems, she sends me on errands to fetch herbs with another warrior. Today, I am out with Longtail. I really appreciate Longtail. He may be a real pain in the neck at times, but he is a great warrior and I admire him.
Longtail stopped and sniffed the air. "I smell fresh-kill," he mewed. "You go find herbs. I'm going to hunt." He leapt into the bushes.
I journeyed on to Stunningrocks, where the herbs grow best by the riverside. As I carefully plucked the herbs, I heard the swish of small waves. I turned around, expecting Heavypaw, but I was greeted by a cat that I did not know. She was
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