[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Blackpelt: Willowclan Camp (Medicine Den)[/color][/h1]
[h2]Medicine Den[/h2]
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He chuckles softly, seeing her reaction to his dream. He eats the rest of the starling before answering, and smiles. "I recognized all of them, from the stories. Firestar and his mate Sandstorm. Bluestar. Yellowfang and Cinderheart were there, as were Onestar and Tallstar. There was one that called himself Skystar....and Ravenpaw. He's in Starclan." He smiles. "I always though that he stayed at that barn of his, with....oh, I forget his name....Barely? Barley?" He shrugs. "Regardless, they want to see you. Sandstorm was the one who spoke with me, the others were just waiting quietly in the background. But I still recognized them. They seemed pleased with what you've done so far, but they didn't answer when I asked how it felt in Starclan. They just smiled, and I woke up."

He begins gently licking his chest fur back down, and yawns. "I'll need to get more herbs..." He looks wound his store of herbs, muttering to himself about what herbs they'll need, and what he needs to restock. [i]"Burnet, Chamomile, Daisy leaf, Heather nectar, Honey, Lamb's ear, Ragwort, Sorrel...."[/i] He sniffs each one, and mentally checks it off on his list. "I'll need a bit to finish preparing the leaf wraps of herbs we'll need, but I should be done in a little bit...."