Post by radical on Oct 23, 2014 17:16:50 GMT -5
Mintpaw swiped his pad across the rocky floor of the medicine den, brushing away the dust from a withered leaf that had crackled and powdered under his paws. Although he hadn't been in the medicine cat business for a moon yet, but he felt as if he was already doing fairly well. Sparrowtail spent a lot of time shoving his nose in herbs, and the young apprentice found confidence in being able to name a fair bit of them. Sniffing, he slipped out of the crevice that held their den, padding out into the center of camp.
The night before he'd gone to Sparrowtail about collecting herbs on his own for once, but he'd been denied the luxury. Of course, he understood why he couldn't do it, but that still didn't make him feel any better. Tail-tip twitching, Mintpaw hopped carefully over to the warriors edge of camp and scanned the grounds. The sun was only just peeking over the horizon, and a couple of warriors were awake, but the object of his attention was dozing a few paces away.
He was completely out of his comfort zone, but the apprentice picked his way cautiously through the dim light and stopped above Stonefang. Clearing his throat, Mintpaw reached forward and prodded the warrior in the muzzle with a paw.
