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A rust-colored muzzle emerged from the safety of the sandy shaman's den. The sun had just become visible above the tops of the Great Pines surrounding Ashtribe's camp. Even so, the crisp air cut through Dawnleaf's fur, making him shiver. It seemed appropriate, though; the weather had adapted to match the mood of Ashtribe —cold and unforgiving. As he looked over the camp, Dawnleaf could feel the anger and discontent radiating from his tribe-members. If only I could make a medicine for injured pride, he thought. He returned to the sanity of his den, resuming his earlier task of taking stock for the cold season. It seemed that he was well stocked, apart from a few things —too many for one cat to take care of in time. It was instances like these that made Dawnleaf wish he had an apprentice, someone to collect necessary herbs and whatnot.
He made his way outside the den to where the Koa, Smokepelt, sat assigning duties to the tribe warriors. After he had finished, Dawnleaf approached the warrior and apprentice that had been assigned border patrol along Wavetribe territory. He recognized the grey tom as one of the more... rebellious of the tribe. Even still, it was unlikely that any warrior would refuse a request from the shaman. "Good morning to you. I hope it's not too inconvenient, but I was hoping you might be able to pick an herb for me on your patrol. We are low on Blue Ginger, a blue flower common around the Mossy Rocks of Wavetribe. I would get it myself, but I must search for a few other herbs to prepare for greencough. It seems one of the elders is already showing signs." Dawnleaf was reluctant to ask Torncoat, but was desperate; he had little help from anyone these days.
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A rust-colored muzzle emerged from the safety of the sandy shaman's den. The sun had just become visible above the tops of the Great Pines surrounding Ashtribe's camp. Even so, the crisp air cut through Dawnleaf's fur, making him shiver. It seemed appropriate, though; the weather had adapted to match the mood of Ashtribe —cold and unforgiving. As he looked over the camp, Dawnleaf could feel the anger and discontent radiating from his tribe-members. If only I could make a medicine for injured pride, he thought. He returned to the sanity of his den, resuming his earlier task of taking stock for the cold season. It seemed that he was well stocked, apart from a few things —too many for one cat to take care of in time. It was instances like these that made Dawnleaf wish he had an apprentice, someone to collect necessary herbs and whatnot.
He made his way outside the den to where the Koa, Smokepelt, sat assigning duties to the tribe warriors. After he had finished, Dawnleaf approached the warrior and apprentice that had been assigned border patrol along Wavetribe territory. He recognized the grey tom as one of the more... rebellious of the tribe. Even still, it was unlikely that any warrior would refuse a request from the shaman. "Good morning to you. I hope it's not too inconvenient, but I was hoping you might be able to pick an herb for me on your patrol. We are low on Blue Ginger, a blue flower common around the Mossy Rocks of Wavetribe. I would get it myself, but I must search for a few other herbs to prepare for greencough. It seems one of the elders is already showing signs." Dawnleaf was reluctant to ask Torncoat, but was desperate; he had little help from anyone these days.
