Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2014 19:26:57 GMT -5
There was a muttering, a constant muttering, sounding from the medicine den. It was soft, but insistent as it repeated the list for the fourth time."Borage: produces milk. Burdock: soothes rat bites. Catmint: cures whitecough, blackcough and greencough. Chervil: bellyache...", it kept on as the voice repeated it. A look into the dark den, small paws worked quick as they sorted the herbs into small piles. If you traveled up the legs you'd find a small Siamese she-cat working her tail off.
She paused in her sorting as she remembered another herb that needed to be restocked, "Yarrow!" She exclaimed loudly, but quickly shut her maw and continued in the sorting. She continually pulled herbs from the store, examined them and quickly sorted them into smaller piles. She was on her last one, comfrey, when she heard a sound from the entrance, she paused. She turned her ear towards the entrance and called out, "Hello?"
