Who: Anyone!
Where: Near the Burnt Sycamore
When: 18th of Running Prey, around midday
What: Herb-gathering, socializing, etc.
shall we their fond pageant see?
Ravenblink adjusted the grip of his jaws around the stalk of rosemary and clamped down hard, sharp teeth slicing into the plant's flesh. The section of stalk tore off neatly in his mouth, and he laid it beside the other two sections he'd already gathered. He had been stocking up on herbs recently, and moreso than usual, too. The Moon of Running Prey had treated ShadowClan well so far, but complacency was for fools in any circumstances, and the vision he'd received at the medicine cats' meeting still troubled him. Part of him, the insecure part of him he'd always tried to bury deep inside, wished he could talk to Sagepelt about it -- but that was wishful thinking, idle and pointless, and he knew it. Ravenblink was the medicine cat, and it was his job to interpret StarClan's signals, whatever they might mean, and, most of all, to take care of his Clan.
He eyed another stalk of rosemary, trying to figure out which section would be best to tear off. Best to gather as many herbs as possible while the weather was still good -- yesterday's thunderstorms, while only a temporary inconvenience, had nonetheless concerned him. Hopefully the bad weather was merely an isolated incident and not the start of a pattern. lord, what fools these mortals be!
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