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Post by ;;Herb;; on Apr 22, 2009 19:51:11 GMT -5
[please only two ACTIVE people respond to this thread]HerbDoes it look like I care... really? These nasty cats think I'm their slave... hah! Aren't they in for a surprise? Herb... do this... Herb... do that. Yeah, I may be their herbalist, but that doesn't mean I have to like this, those sleazy fur balls! The anger in Herb's head ran and ran like horrible memories that you can never seem to forget, no matter how hard you tried. She knew she was being used by these nomad cats for her skills, and she was okay with that really... they gave her a home and resources to go out and find what she wanted to find... an answer, but now it seemed as if recognition was going through the roof. This might be Ari's Clan, and yes, she loved her leader dearly for he was surprisingly a loyal cat, but she just wanted to be more to this group of nomad cats... more.
"I do so much work... protect them, heal them... I should be honored... not just a plain ol' herbalist. I am more... she rambled on, not really caring who heard her. Oh, too bad Herb... just shut up and stop complaining. Your here, in this new forest whether you like it or not. You're apart of this group, even if you are the smartest cat around. Herb fur was up and down consistently as she focused her anger on a leaf she was trying to smash in front of her. It was her job to take care of the clan, and she knew it. She had no problem... just wanted to be informed, as most influential cats would.
The warm sun beat down on her brown fur, warming up her body dearly. It was mid-day, a good time to be out for the sun was out and the sky was clear of all clouds and objects that may pass during the day. Surprising even to Herb, she loved the sun and the outdoors, hated being inside with the herbs and cats she tendered to. She would often make her patients be treated outside, next to her den so she could enjoy the surrounding area and sun... however it was not the case here, in this thick forest. The outside was clouded by trees, and the ground they were on was sticky and wet at some points... no, this place was not all she had hoped for. [/blockquote]
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Post by Properties <3 on May 21, 2009 21:48:58 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day outside, and Properties wished to enjoy it. Was that the case, most days? No. Of course not. The nomads always needed her to organize things, to take care of them. They were warriors, were they not? They should have been able to care for themselves, like they had before ever joining with her and her . . . Clan. Her Clan. It was a strange thing to say, strange to feel like she belonged somewhere. But . . . she did, in a way, belong here. As much as every other cat, at least. Her pelt ruffled and she tilted her head softly as she scented Herb, as well as the annoyance that seemed to be coming off her pelt. Properties couldn't say she didn't feel at least similar; Herb was badly treated, asked to do a million chores while the warriors sat back and watched her.
"Hey, Herb," she murmured as she padded into the herbalist's den. "Aside from the fact that you're used like a tool, how's life treating you?" Tilting her head as she sat at the side of the nest, claws flexing into the cool soil at her paws, Properties let out a soft sigh. "Sometimes, our warriors seem so juvenile. They should be able to put herbs on their own wounds, without you standing there and holding them to their leg. Unless they can't stand, you shouldn't do their work for them. And I think that cats are smart enough to organize their own patrols, aren't they?" She sighed. "Well, I guess it's partly my own fault*, which I can't really mend. After all, I'm second in command . . . and I don't think Ari would appreciate it much if I stepped down now would he?"
[ *we had the performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream today and I've got all the lines stuck in my head o3o xD and it's kinda short, sorryy. ]
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Post by ;;Herb;; on May 22, 2009 14:45:28 GMT -5
[**That is not short at all- just perfect. Not too much to read-- but long enough to look nice. We can't all write mega posts all the time-- I just do not have time] Herb
Herb only smiled at her friend, not answering any of her comments for a moment. The history between Herb and her deputy friend went back a long way-- why Properties was the main reason she was let in. For some reason, they had a bond-- neither knew why, or cared to admit the fact, but either way, it was true and it was there. Properties had really been one of the few cats Herb cold stand. Although she loved being with the group, many of the warrior got on her nerves often-- the herbalist wasn't really a talking person, and was especially not the most friendly cat around. However, she put on her happy face and consistently smiled at the other cats-- she had to for now... it was the only way they would not turn on her, well that and she knew all the herb combinations of the world.
"My life is fine, Properties, just taking in some view of the pitiful camp. My-- the day we move into a better area will be a wonderful day. How on earth am I to keep things dry in the middle of a marsh?" She spat on the ground in disgust, staring back at her pitiful, lonely den. "Use like a tool? Haha-- if only I was half as lucky. It's no bother. I earn my keep. I heal, I deal...." Her voice trailed off for a moment as the words were sitting in her head, but not leaving her mouth. It had been an especially long day.
"Ari needs you, my friend. Your an important part of this group-- why you helped plan half the reason we're here. You were right-- we needed some new territory. Don't be too hard on yourself, these spiteful clan cats will learn to like us, and if not, deal with us... any more news on Ari's plan?" She sighed. News was scarce around the camp. They had yet to make contact with a Clan cat, even though Herb had seen a few, and suspected the Clans knew of their whereabouts.
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Post by ( ARGoT ) on May 22, 2009 17:47:22 GMT -5
Argot pricked his ears and shut his glassy green eyes to listen easier to the she-cats' talk. He was curious and didn't want to be seen - not yet, at least. Herb seemed quite unhappy with her Clan. He felt a sting of annoyance. All the cats were thinking the same thing, he could've guessed. He listened to Properties argue with the herbilist to let her stay.
He pleaded with the nomad deputy. Argot didn't know all the herbs as well as Herb did. She was brilliant at what she did and he couldn't understand why she didn't like to help her Clan this way. He helped the nomads as best he could, with a calm cool attitude and never letting loose his fury at the rotten place they were living. The mud sank into his claws as he dug them into the marsh. They needed to leave this stinking marsh where no living cat could possibly survive. There wasn't much prey here, anyway.
Argot slipped out of his hiding place, making his black fur lie flat like he was calm and didn't know Herb wanted to leave. Or that Properties herself wanted to leave with her friend.
He met their eyes with a steady look and made it look like he hadn't been spying on them. One of his best skills was lying, and he was slightly proud of it. Just as proud as he was of his skillful running. |
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Post by Ari on May 22, 2009 20:50:27 GMT -5
[ehh. recap: aren't the nomads supposed to love each other? and like, care so much for each other that they /hate/ everyone else? just curious. i know about herb, but why properties?]
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Post by ( ARGoT ) on May 24, 2009 10:34:36 GMT -5
[not sure. i'm gonna check. xDD]
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Post by Properties <3 on May 24, 2009 14:34:05 GMT -5
[ well, Properties is a little annoyed at the fact that she's deputy and has to organize stuff and whatnot when she thinks others should be mature enough to : P but behind all her annoyance she loves them all. ]
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Post by ( ARGoT ) on May 25, 2009 8:50:23 GMT -5
[that's nice. xP um, I read the plot and it shows nothing about loving each other. but I'm sure we all do!]
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Post by Meerful on Sept 24, 2009 21:02:10 GMT -5
// it was in a mass pm sent out by starclan. //
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