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[color=848482][color=C2DFFF][b]"Burnet, chamomille, ragwort..."[/b][/color]

A slender black tomcat sat in a large gap in the face of the mountain as he counted the bundles of herbs at his paws. His sharp, icy eyes scanned over them once, twice, three times; this gathering of small leaves was perhaps the most important bundle of plants in the whole moon, for they would do well in securing a quick and healthy passage to DuskClan territory. It would be a long journey, and Blackmoon and Hawkpaw would probably get back to the Clan during the early hours of the next morning. His wandering mind drifted to his apprentice, Hawkpaw. It was to be her first trip to the Moonbrook, and it was going to be a tough one for sure. That was why he had to be careful with the herbs he was preparing-- it was his job to make it easier for her to get there. [color=C2DFFF][i]I'll add some sorrel. Oh, and lavender flower, so it's sweeter and easier for her to eat.[/i][/color]

His gaze drifted to the medicine den's entrance. The sky turned the color of fire as the sun dipped behind the mountains. Blackmoon still had to ask Emberstar if he was able to spare them a warrior or two in order to help them cross the territories. It would be bad if they were expected to go alone with all of the death happening. Blackmoon knew how to fight a little-- his mentor, Bluebelltail, had taught him how to fight when he was an apprentice. A medicine cat should always know some basic combat techniques, she had told him. One never knew what could happen. But to defend himself and Hawkpaw against a wolf, or bear, or mountain cat? They wouldn't stand a chance. 

[color=C2DFFF][b]"That should do it,"[/b][/color] he sighed to himself before he pushed the bundles to the side. Blackmoon padded up to the entrance and slipped outside. He stood on the ledge for a few heartbeats, feeling the wind in his fur before he padded down a slope to the main clearing. Sootkit and Robinkit tusseled in the sand underneath a rocky overhang, squeaking and crying out in mock battle. There were some cats sharing tongues in the dwindling light while others ate their last meal of the day. Blackmoon paid them no mind as he walked to the freshkill pile and picked out a small bird from the bottom of the pile. [/color]