Blackpelt: Camp, Medicine Den
He snorts. "Oh really now? Tell me, do you know what could happen if you eat the wrong herb. Hum? You could get sick, or even die
. Some of my herbs can't be eaten, they're just applied, because they're dangerous.
It's my job to make sure you're back to full health, not to watch careless kits who can't seem to keep their paws where they belong!" His tail lashes around, betraying his seething anger. His eyes are slits, and it's evidently taking all of his self control not to cuff her ear with a paw.