[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Blackpelt: Willowclan Camp (Medicine Den)[/color][/h1]
[h2]Medicine Den[/h2]
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He chuckles, and nods. "Sure. Gimme a bit. I'll be over when I finish with what I'm working on." He finishes wrapping up the traveling herbs, then yawns. He checks that everything is well stocked, and sorts out a few extra herbs, making sure to hide his small stash of Foxglove, a rare, useful, but potentially deadly herb, with the other....poisons he's found. He frowns, tucking them up as high as he can, hidden on a shelf with the mystery herbs he's found. He sighs at the secrets he's hiding from everyone, including his leader. [i]I can't let anyone know I have these. Not even Fernstar.[/i] He sighs again. [i]I guess I'm just paranoid. But something feels....off.[/i]

He sets the traveling herbs to one side, and lightly hops out of his cave, walking to the middle of the camp to stretch his tired limbs. He sits down in a patch of light, and purrs, letting the light and warmth soak into his fur. [i]This feels so....relaxing.[/i] He looks around, with a vague sense of unease. [i]Why do I feel so jumpy?[/i]