Consult Your Herbalist [HERB TRYOUTS]

Sharven · Apr 1st 2013

OOC: Remember that your cat cannot possibly know everything. You will be required to write a oneshot post (please label it so we know which to review) in response to the scenario described by Sharven or Voltaire. The winner will be chosen by Sayrie and myself and will become an Herb.

Do not fight. Do not nag. Do not argue.

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[color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.

"You are all aware of our situation. I want you first to introduce yourself so that you may be accounted for. Describe to me why you feel you belong here. Then, after that is all said and done, we will begin our analysis and testing of you," Sharven said, flatly.

It wasn't as situation he wanted to find himself in, but it was the case. He didn't want that airhead, Noah, to be their only source of medical help, so this needed to happen quickly. He waited for Skulls to join and state their intentions, sitting beside Voltaire.

©katatonic 2013

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inkified · Apr 1st 2013

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[justify]This was a part of his job that Voltaire didn't enjoy. At all. While he admitted that new Herbs was one step toward Skull's reformation, the last thing he wanted to do was sit here and listen to a bunch of egotistic fools blabber on about themselves in an effort to gain a promotion. There would be no favorites here; the brown tabby was stoic and brutally critical. The only ones who survived his tests would be the ones who didn't annoy him to death.

Scowling, Voltaire curled his tail around his paws and waited somewhat impatiently for the first cat to begin. Oh, what a day this would be.[/justify]

Lakesoar · Apr 1st 2013

Zenith trotted forward, hooves clattering noisily on the cave floor. The horse was now certain that he would be staying with the Skulls, and this Herb position seemed perfect to him. He could picture himself galloping into battle, snatching up a cat by the scruff of its neck and swinging it onto his back, then taking off for the cave to heal them. His language skills were improving, and he was beginning to get a hang of grammar. Skull sexism, too, came easily to him; he was able to wholeheartedly believe that female cats were much lesser beings than male cats, and thus had to be contained for their own good.
"My name is Zenith," he began, speaking slowly to avoid messing up his words. "I belong here for my possible talent for moving ill or wound... woundi- no, wounded cats." He lashed at himself mentally for messing up. "I can also pound herbs with my hooves easy. Easily. My words are not finished yet," he apologized, "but I learn fast." He was still a foal, which made language relatively easy to master, but his voice was pitched only slightly higher than a deep, rich baritone, and he stood twice as tall as the largest cats.

Sunshade · Apr 1st 2013

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With a glance at his friend, Zenith, the brown tabby stepped forward, dipping his head in respect. "I am Collateral Damage," he started, the introduction part simple enough. After that, though, his mind fizzled out as the damager and the damaged both twisted around each other, trying to persuade him just what the best thing to say was in this situation. However, he shook them off within less than a fragmented second, recognizing that he only needed his subsets in their respective fields of fighting and cunning. This situation did not fit.

"This is my home, where my kin stay and my mind roots to," he spoke, mostly stating the reason for his loyalty more than belonging, but he considered them to be nearly the same anyway. "And so I defend it, without hesitation. I admit that I know nothing about herbs, but that is transferable knowledge--I would be deeply honored to become further bound within the Skull."
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precious3 · Apr 1st 2013

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I just saw Hayley's comet,
She waved.
Said, "Why you always running in place?"
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Boo was next, so the blue tom dutifully stepped forward, green eyes gleaming in excitement. Truthfully, he had to admit he was a little nervous, but he felt it was necessary; his clan needed him.
"Hello, my name is Boo." he said, and in that instant despised his name like he never had before. I mean what respectable tom is named Boo? Sure it was cute while he was a kitten, always following his brother Rhys around like a shadow. But now he was independent, and strong, he just wished he had a name to back it up.

"I have been a part of Skull since birth, and I feel like I haven't quite found my place here in Skull. With the shortage of Herbs, I felt it was my duty to step forward and take a chance." he added, pride for his clan seeping into his tone. He remembered in the past when the Herbs were mainly focused on declawing she-cats, and other forms of unmentionable torture, but Boo didn't feel that urge, and hoped that's what they were looking for.

"Though I have little knowledge of the practice, I'm sure it will come to me quickly." he said with confidence before stepping back in the line, glad it was over with.

ooc; had to edit cause I mixed up who his father was C: Even though I'm pretty sure his father Theoran was a Herb... could be mixing up the memories with Locuran.
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Even the man on the moon disappeared,
Somewhere in the stratosphere.
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Doodlestar · Apr 1st 2013

^{A tiny wisp of lilac and white fluttered onto the scene like a drifting leaf. The tom was apprentice aged by appearance but fully grown in both body and mind.
Despite his small stature he had no trouble shuffling his way to the front with interest and curious green eyes.
"My name is Fenrir" The son of Afrodita and in turn the grandson of past leader Pluxuria responded with a chipper meow.
When he was born he'd been called Deus and the tiny tom had regarded his title of 'god' with the arrogance that most kits took. He'd taken to talking in third person and deeming others to be lowly roaches to crunch beneath his paws but as he grew older he became more humble.
In time his old name meant nothing to him and so he called himself something else.
Fenrir, after the Fenris Wolf of legend. The great beast who chased the sun, dreaming of things to come.
Wolves were fierce defenders! Dreamers, singers, loyal animals! It was an apt name for the diminutive tom with high aspirations and a sudden change of heart.
"I know nothing of herbs but the basics, like cobwebs and thyme and even marigold, but I'm a fast learned and wish to assist the clan in anyway I can!"
Also because he lacked a place in the world. Rarely did he ever get noticed from where he hid in the corners prior, but no longer.
Deus-NO, Fenrir, would now strive to achieve what he could never before.}

Sharven · Apr 2nd 2013

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[color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.

"Lovely," Sharven said as they all spoke. "Any late comers can introduce themselves as they arrive. For now, I want you all to follow us to the freshkill pile and pick out a piece of kill."

These pieces of kill would be their dummies.

From here, Sharven explained, "You will need to assess it's damages, dress it's wounds, and describe your entire process. Save this freshkill as if it were your fellow Skull."

What better way to test them than this? Though the animals were small, the kill shots were very similar to those they would see returning from battle. Some of the animals may have been sick or weakly. It would be up to them to detect this and describe their prognosis and treatment.

©katatonic 2013

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OOC: Start your oneshots as you are ready!

Lakesoar · Apr 2nd 2013

[Zenith]
Zenith nodded and trotted toward the pile of prey, selecting a fresh vole with a bite on the back of its throat that still oozed blood. Seizing it gently in his jaws, he clopped carefully back to the group.
He was nervous about proving himself, but as he stared at the gash, he decided it wouldn't be too difficult to fix. He left the vole where it lay and went over to the cave wall, where thin lichen clung tenuously to the wall. His conical hooves easily scraped away a short length of the moss. The nearest spiderweb was out of reach, but he could reach it if he reared up and stretched his legs. He wrapped the lichen around the thin web and gripped it in his large teeth.
Cantering back to his charge, Zenith set about mending the vole's wound. He pressed down with a single hoof on the moss, letting the water pool to his satisfaction. Then he tilted the hoof so its sharp edge could slice away the excess moss. Gripping the damp lichen once more in his teeth, he scrubbed it as gently as he could against the freshkill's neck. This wiped away most of the congealed blood.
Working with his more clumsy front hooves this time, Zenith stretched out the sticky web and laid it on the wound, significantly lacking in any kind of precision. That kind of gentleness and grace could only come with experience, and the foal had none. The spiderweb both glued the vole's neck together and stopped what blood continued to well up. He sniffed the vole for any more wounds, and finding none, settled back on his hind legs and looked up toward Sharven and Voltaire.

Sunshade · Apr 2nd 2013

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{ Sort-of muse explosion for Damage having a 'spiritual moment' or whatnot. }

The young tomcat perked his ears at the next assignment--that sounded much more difficult than the first task of simply stating who they were. It doesn't matter; the harder the challenge, the harder we push, the more decisive and impulsive piece of his mind whispered in encouragement.

Padding over to the freshkill pile, the brown tabby didn't bother to look over the pile, and simply closed his eyes before he could see the injuries up close--he didn't want them to think that he was cheating by taking something that he knew, and ignoring the ones that he had no idea how to 'fix.' Reaching down with his mouth, he picked up a creature and padded back to his little spot where he had spoken before.

Opening his eyes, the apprentice was slightly dismayed that he had chosen a squirrel with its head smashed in, dried blood coating the torn flesh and white bone visible. At a closer look, the brown tabby though he saw pieces of brain matter--and promptly took a deep breath to calm himself down.

With a glance towards the herb pile, the brown tabby recalled that they had to dress the wounds--with herbs. Taking another deep breath (but otherwise fully calm), the young tomcat walked up to the pile, gritting his teeth slightly. His eyes recognized hardly anything on the cave floor, and he was pretty much considering giving up.

But then something hissed within his mind, a voice so faint that it was often overlooked. It was the damaged, one of his two 'subsets' that tended to give advice whether it was wanted or not. In due time, Damage would come to learn just where they came from, and then they would disappear right into his mind through absorption. However, that is neither here nor there in this situation.

Comfrey for the bone, marigold for the injury, cobwebs for the bandage, this sly voice whispered. As Damage moved to take the herbs carefully in his mouth, he almost felt possessed by the damaged, but it wasn't a foreign feeling--it felt like an extension of his mind. Now slightly disturbed but much calmer than he was before, the brown tabby walked back to the squirrel with what he needed in mouth.

Sitting down next to his, er, patient, he started to chew the comfrey and marigold together. Slapping the mix on his right paw once he finished, the brown tabby carefully applied it to the squirrel; with his left, he prepared to paste cobwebs to the wound. Stepping back once he felt that he had done an adequate job, the brown tabby ran his tongue over his teeth in slight nervousness.

Of course, he was forgetting somethings, but he didn’t know it. The voice of cunning didn’t mention anything else—maybe it considered poppy seeds to be for the weak or other helpful herbs as unnecessary. Perhaps it just didn’t know. But, whatever the case, Damage had done far much more with the damaged’s help than he would have thought possible. In fact, he was actually standing there with a slightly stunned expression on his face, eyes wide and unblinking in confusion as he stared at the ‘repaired’ creature.
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firedancer · Apr 2nd 2013

Mosaic padded after, though she had missed the first part.
" My names Mosaic and I used to be from The Blackhearted Rouges but I left for personal reasons.
" I have a knowledge of herbs after I spent an evening with Tango, the Oracle there. "
The chocolate tabby dipped her head before leaning down to pick up a magpie.
" Our prey isn't like us so it's going to be hard. " The she-cat muttered to herself but laid down the bird in a clear space.
First she scraped some leaves into something that resembled a nest and laid the bird down, face down.
Oh, well done, Mos! A bird is the closest thing in the pile that was as close to a feline as possible!
The she-cat scolded her choice but wouldn't take it back.

First, the she-cat checked her paws to make sure they were clean of dust and splinters and such. After removing a small stone from between her toes, the she-cat first cleaned the wound from any objects.
The wound was a bite to the neck and a few scratches near the magpies wings.
Whoever caught this was a lousey hunter.
Then, casting a glance at the herb pile, she left the bird to gather some herbs that Mosaic thought she would need.
Cobweb, Marigold an- Wait, I think that's it for bleeding.
Mosaic pressed the cobweb on both wounds until she felt that in reality the blood would have clotted and stopped bleeding heavily. Then she removed the sliky silver web gradually and applied marigold to fight against any chance of infection.
After that, the she-cat got some fresh cobwebs and reapplied them to the wound, ensuring that they would stay in.
A gleam in her eye, the she-cat went back to pile for some honey and collected some burrs.
When she got back to her 'patient' she made shure the cobweb covered the wound completely before letting the honey drizzle across the wound and dry rather quick. her paw scooped up the burrs and she scattered them over the honey.

" Many cats feel embarrast about having treatment so they try to lick it off despite the taste. This- " Motioning to the burr covered honey, " Will stop the cat from licking it off, however, he/ she will look a little strange until the applier is satasfied."

Berrytail1777 · Apr 2nd 2013

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once upon a time, there was a skull cat named leon.
leon | male | skull | future | five moons

[introduction]
"Sorry I'm late, all." Leon mewed one Mosaic and Sharven had finished speaking. His dipped his head to the high positions in presence and turned his attention to the fresh-kill pile. He was thankful he had been in time to hear the explanation of their task and took a moment to introduce himself before starting on the fresh-kill. "My name is Leon. I feel I deserve to be here as service to the Skulls in hopes to help them by healing our fighters if I am chosen."

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Leon reached a white paw into the recesses of the pile, his head turned from the pile to keep from unfairly picking a piece with few injuries. Once one had been coaxed out of the pile, he saw that it was a small rabbit. The basic catch, it had a bite to the neck which had killed it and a small injury where the hunter had dug their claws in. He took a deep breath and looked at the herbs he had been supplied.

He knew next to none.

He did know the basic herbs though; catnip, borage leaves, mouse bile, those wouldn't help him here, but the others might. If I had these injuries, I might be panicking. He thought and put some poppy seeds next to the rabbit's mouth. Next he started on the neck wound.

Infection. He couldn't remember the name for the herb, but knew what it looked like from when he scraped his leg against a rock as a young kitten. Thank god for that. He took the leaves from the golden flower in his herb pile and chewed the leaves to an acceptable poultice. Not being skilled in the art, it wasn't perfection, but it would work. He applied this concoction to the neck wound and with what he had left over treated the other wound. Coating the wounds in cobwebs he stepped back to admire his work. Figuring that was either all that the wounds needed or he had forgotten what else to do, Leon stepped back and looked to Sharven for any indication of what to do once they had finished.

precious3 · Apr 3rd 2013

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She waved.
Said, "Why you always running in place?"
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Boo internally chastised himself for hesitating so long. They most definitely wouldn't pick a tom that had no confidence, so without giving himself a chance to delay a moment longer, he stepped forward. He glanced at the fresh kill pile and chose the first thing he saw, which happened to be the lower half of what seemed to be a small hare. The top half was hidden by a few squirrels, which he delicately removed to see what he was working with.

"Lovely..." he groaned, as he looked down at what was left of the corpse. Whoever had killed it had a sick sense of humor as both ears were torn off, and the jaw was broken to one side as if they had decided to start eating from the face, then got bored and discarded it in the pile for someone else to eat.

Gingerly he picked it up by it's scruff, and carried it a few tail-lengths from the pile before setting it down on it's stomach, and going over the damage again in his head. Okay, he would need something for the pain, especially, and since the wounds weren't a simple scrape, or scratch, there was infection to worry about.

He looked over at the herb pile, and immediately recognized one plant. He remembered it being used often when the Herbs had first begun de-clawing she-cats, and there was all that blood to deal with. Surely it had to help somehow, and couldn't be a complete shot in the dark? So first he went over, and picked up a decent amount of the green stems with white flowers that were just starting to wilt, and with some concentration and the willingness not to puke, he made a poultice out of the herb he would later come to recognize as yarrow.

With great care, he spread the yarrow over what was left of the ears, but was sure to avoid the mouth. No other cat should have to taste this stuff, yuck. Next he followed suite with the most common, the cobwebs, and placed them over the ears, pressing gently with his paws to make sure they stayed in place. Now was the tough part, the jaw. Broken bones was a tricky subject, what would he give a cat for that?

He sweated over it a moment, and just as he was about to give up and step away he took another look at the herb pile. Pain, there was many herbs for that, he just had to pick the right one. After a few sniffs around he came across poppy, now that looked like a familiar one, and had a good feeling about it. So he brought over a few seeds, and inserted them into the mangled mouth of the rabbit.

Feeling like this was his best at the moment, he took a step back, and hoped he didn't do too terribly.

ooc; sorry for the crappy post had a busy day, but I just had to write this now! lol C:

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Doodlestar · Apr 3rd 2013

^{Despite an intense desire to help and a will to learn he knew next to nothing of herblore aside from the basics and that was, cobwebs stopped bleeding and marigold helped infection and something about poppy flowers for pain.
Seeds-Poppy seeds for pain. Not the flowers.
Feeling his stomach fill with dread as he stared at the prey pile the young tom closed his eyes and randomly selected a plump rabbit to drag off carefully to the side where he could work without bumping into anyone else.
Okay. What to do first. Assess the situation? No. If he was hurt he'd want comfort first.
"U-um-" Fenrir wrinkled his nose at the carcass and willed himself to pretend it was a living clanmate who was in serious pain. The lilac tabby nodded softly as he brought the visual image to mind.
"It'll be okay. You'll be fine. I just need to take a look at it, so hold still."
With a paw he careful rolled the rabbit to one side, it was laced with various cuts that were all clean and neat as if carved with smooth claws. Which he supposed was the case if Sharven had prepared the prey to be their patients.
The majority of the scars were small and shallow, but one across the side was deep and meant to be a killing stroke.
He'd start with that one. Fix the biggest and most life-threatening injury first and then patch up the rest. It was common sense really...
"How bad does it hurt?" He asked suddenly, forgetting it was a dead rabbit and raising a paw to smack his forehead he moved to push a small collection of poppy seeds before it. He'd pretend it ate them, he didn't want to force its jaw open. In death rigamortis kept those firmly closed.
It was a struggle he wasn't going to deal with.
He had to clean the wound first so he shifted next to the rabbit and held it still with one paw as he lightly licked at the injury with an inward grimace. He was licking a dead carcass, it wasn't fun.
That done the white and lilac spotted tom regarded the situation for his next step.
Fenrir quickly pulled together his limited storage of herb knowledge and grabbed himself a mouth full of Marigold flowers dotting the nearby edges of the camp before rushing back to chew it up and apply it to the wound.
He knew of marigold if only because he'd had some put on a cut on his forepaw once and Sarathi had told him it was to make sure he didn't get an infection.
From there cobwebs were applied to it to keep the marigold in place and stop any excess bleeding and then he was free to patch up and do the same to the smaller wounds.}

^{Dusting off his paws he stepped back to survey his now practically mummified patient. Maybe he'd used too much cobweb...}

layspotatochips · Apr 4th 2013

LABASCO.
[color=black]no one can hurt you now.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=times new roman][color=black]The tom did not see himself fit for the life of a powerful Skull. No, never. He was tall, but definately did not have the heart or muscle to be a fighter. Labasco was a Latin term for "shy" which made up the larger part of his personality - timid, shy, quiet - that was Lab for you. Not to mention he was very small in terms of bulk compared to most toms. His gray ticked tabby fur clung tightly to his bony body. He had never given the thought to being an Herb before, and didn't really give an interest in herbs or healing, but perhaps this would be the job for him. Fighting would be necessary to learn, but it wouldn't be something he'd have to do for a living if he became an Herb.

Lightly the tom stepped towards the group of cats, keeping his hazel eyes on the floor to avoid unnecessary eye contact with his Skullmates. He then flicked his gaze up long enough to look at Voltaire and Sharven. "I am Labasco," he announced to them quietly. "lived here all my life. I haven't g-given much thought to b-being an Herb... b-but we all like to try new things, I g-guess." The tom then walked over to the fresh-kill pile and selected a fat squirrel. He picked up the dead quarrel by the tail and delicately laid it down.

*oneshot*

Before starting, Labasco examined the other cats as they worked with their carcasses. Most of them worked on in silence, but one tom was talking to his healing dummy. Lab heaved a sigh and gathered something's he thought he would need. Sticks, poppy seeds, cobwebs, and marigold. That should be enough, plus he could always go back for more if he had to. The gray ticked tabby scuffed back over to his squirrel and set down his supplies.

"Lets see..." he murmured to himself. He sniffed at the prey and found it had a broken leg, and its neck was bleeding. He licked away the blood with a watering mouth, wishing much rather to eat the squirrel than to dress it's wounds. "Trauma to the neck. B-Broken leg. I'll need a s-splint." The tom first treated the neck, thinking that if this was a cat, he should stop the bleeding before going on to wrap a broken limb. He chewed up marigold as he'd seen Herbs do, and spit the poultice onto its neck and then smoothed it into the wound. He pressed cobwebs onto the wound, put poppy seeds in its mouth, and then turned towards the leg.

A splint. Right. Labasco sighed and sat down, pondering over what to do. How would you make a splint? He went ahead and popped the delicate bone back into place with a grimace. He then looked back at his supplies and got an idea. He grabbed two sticks and broke them to fit the appropriate size of the squirrel's leg and then strapped them together with cobwebs.

Labasco stepped back to admire his work. The dressed neck looked good, but the splint was a little clumsy and crooked. Oh we'll, he'd learn eventually. "I can work w-with this," he mumbled to himself with a small smile.

Sharven · Apr 11th 2013

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[color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.

Sharven and Voltaire had left privately to discuss what they had seen before them/ There had been much good in these cats, and much could be seen from they way they attempted to treat the freshkill before them.

Sharven took one last pace in front of their displays, critiquing each's work to confirm the decisions he and Voltaire had made.

"Damage, please step forward. Boo and Leon, please step forward as well," he said with a flat tone in his voice.

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precious3 · Apr 11th 2013

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Boo stepped forward as instructed, but the knot in his stomach didn't release with relief just yet. Being called forward could mean anything, they could just be sent away. He tried to hide his nervousness by feigning confidence, and made a point to stand with pride, and even let a smile flicker across his lips. He would take the news like a man, whatever it may be. He just hoped... sincerely hoped... his efforts had not been wasted.

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Even the man on the moon disappeared,
Somewhere in the stratosphere.
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Doodlestar · Apr 11th 2013

^{Fenrir watched from next to his mummified rabbit with wide eyes, tail wagging in preparation to give congratulations.
Well, okay he didn't know for a fact that those cats had been picked but he was ready to meow out his congrats all the same!
Sharven didn't sound too happy though, but then again Sharven never did. He was such a stickler.
Having watched Boo he was a bit pleased as he rather liked the gray tom's personality. It seemed like one he could befriend...}

Sunshade · Apr 11th 2013

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That was interesting, something that he hadn't expected. With his ears pricked towards the leader, hie eyes instantly zeroed in on the tomcat. A little tiny maelstrom was flinging itself through his mind, as the two subsets fought over what this meant.

The damager whispered promises that this was good, something to be embraced with a smile upon his maw.

The damaged advised that slinking away now would be the best option before he was disgraced more than one small act of cowardice could do.

Forcing himself to ignore the both of them, even as they squabbled and roared (by the fangs of Fortis, he could feel the resounding echos against the imagined barriers of his mind, feel how they rebounded off of them and were sent back into the fray), the brown tabby mentally took a pause. Stepping forward now--not confident or unconfident, somehow walking on that fine line--his amber eyes steady as he prepared for this strange version of judgement.

On the outside, he was icily calm. But inward... well, stating any more than already written would be overkill.
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Berrytail1777 · Apr 11th 2013

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Sharven · Apr 11th 2013

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[color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.

"We have come to a decision," he began. "By the grace of Fortis, we would like to offer you each a position in the health and wellness department of the Skull. Damage, you we have selected as our new Herb. Boo and Leon, you both show exemplary skill and we would like you to serve as apprentices to Damage."

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. It was a difficult decision, but he knew where to find the others if things didn't work out. They had all shown a bit of their pride and love for Skull today, and Sharven would not forget that quickly.

"All of you have done well. I mean that; all of you. You make Skull proud. That being said, do you three accept?"

He awaited their responses.

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