Blackpelt: Willowclan Camp (Medicine Den)
Medicine Den
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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 can't let anyone know I have these. Not even Fernstar. He sighs again.
I guess I'm just paranoid. But something feels....off.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.
This feels so....relaxing. He looks around, with a vague sense of unease.
Why do I feel so jumpy?