``WE WERE NEVER ;; open --- official herb training ;; WELCOME HERE AT ALL``

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    after talking with her sister, the two had decided to hold a herb training to pick a trainee. maybe two. but it was also for the general public to learn about herbs. the tribe needed to be educated on more than just the very basics. they should at least know about the basics. everyone knew about cobwebs and poppy seeds. or at least, they should.


    puffing out her chest, the doctor stood at the entrance of stromcastle. "STORMTRIBE." elise yelled, feeling a sense of accomplishment at her voice. "IF YOU INTERESTED IN LEARNING SOME HERBS, GATHER." the seval exclaimed.

    He had attended that unofficial one that Karelia had held , but that was for the general public. Turning a corner, scarf around his neck, the cub sat down nearby Elise, smiling softly. "H-hi Elise." Curling his tail over his paws, Phoenix tilted his head, awaiting others to appear.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify]Mary couldn't really participate in the training, but she would love to lend a paw-- or at least just watch, if that was alright with the others. Again, that bittersweet feeling swirled inside of her, but she tried to ignore it; she was happy for Elise and Karelia, truly, but the former doctor couldn't help but feel a sense of regret.


    Her eyes raked over the young and eager faces that were willing to participate, wondering who would be chosen to continue the legacy of healing. Either way, she trusted them both to choose who would be right for the job. Mary offered a small smile to Elise, which was the only bit of "congratulations" she could manage at the time; she never had the chance to talk to her former trainee, really, but hoped there could be time for such a thing in the future.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: black 1px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman;][ ic; ] Tracker padded up, dipping his head to Elise in greeting. For some reason, he always addressed her formally, while he made up nicknames for others, like Nefa, for example. "Hey Miss. Elise." He chirped, golden amber optics glinting. He was always up for learning!
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; width: 450px; color: white;]fawn just returned to activity, and was glad she did. she loved her tribe, however much it might not be seen and noticed by the others. at some point, it wasn't actually that much of known, or even believed that she was a loyal cat, despite she would never do anything that would be against the willing of the higher positions. the albino cat flicked her tail, uncertain of who the cats gathered were. most of the faces, she saw only once or so in her life. some were completely fresh, and she couldn't believe she was missing so much through the time being. she noted the appearances, and blinked, pinkish eyes fluttering open in a matter of a second, as she looked around again. the herbs were somehow attracting to her, however much it might not be visible.


    "i'll join." she offered, a small smile playing on her maw towards the doctor, as she plopped down on someone's side, dipping her head to them as well, although she didn't recognize them. at all. she just wanted to be polite, in some way.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=8]Herb training? Huh. Figuring that it would be useful to hold some basic medicinal knowledge, Persephone padded over and sat down next to Mary, blue optics bright.



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    nodding to everyone, the doctor gave a cheery smile. "let's wait for one or two more creatures before we start." elise smiled, then seeing fawn. feeling a relieved smile flutter onto her face, the spotted feline had to focus from not jumping up and down like a fangirl. that was her sister, flesh and blood. the albino she-cat wasn't dead! that was amazing. "fawn! it's me! charades! your brother- well now um... sister! but my new name is elise." the doctor cheered.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; width: 450px; color: white;]fawn's eyes widened, twinkling brightly, like pink stars lit up in her eyes. so during her inactivity her brother turned into a female? well.. that was confusing. a purr sounded in her throat, as she bounced up, like she got an electric shock, a smile on her maw. she loved her family, not yet knowing in the closest future it might change. she quickly approached and pressed her muzzle to elise's in a affectionate way. "sorry i wasn't here. i wondered about too much.. and i.. i missed you." she murmured to him, apologetic tone coming to her voice. she was smiling so much she believed soon her cheeks would be aching, but couldn't stop.

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    calla had already learned basic herbs and their uses long ago, and was here merely because it was important for her tribe. she understood that healing was somewhat of a needed knowledge, at least a basic understanding, and she had already achieved that. but she was a leader and needed to be present at these events and keep an eye on those who were attending, so she walked over and took a seat near elise, noticing two of her daughters speaking together. hm, so it seemed that fawn had actually begun to participate in the tribe of many storms, despite not having been seen since she had been born. it was an interesting change, just like her brother's recent jump into activity, and she was certainly not complaining.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=7pt]Magazines was bored and herbs seemed interesting enough. Granted he knew exactly no herbs whatsoever. There was cobwebs for, what? Patching things up or something? Honestly, he had no clue. So that was exactly why he decided to come. Well, that and the lack of things to do, but still. The tiger cub took a seat, rounded ears pricked with interest.

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    Although Ballad had indeed been entranced by herbs, he was in no way out to get the position. Still, this was useful stuff. Sitting down near Fawn, the deputy gave his sister a smile.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: black 1px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman;][ ic; ] "Hey Ballad!" Tracker smiled, bounding over to the deputy. "How are you?"
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    Waves had fallen in a deep inactivity but she was up and ready to go now. Giving her pelt one last lick, she padded, happily over. "Hi" cheerfully meowed the femme, her eyes gleaming with happiness. Yep, though it might be hard to learn the basic herbs, at least she had her clanmates to help her.

    Phantom That Haunts the Opera was a little bit late to arrive, but it was better late than never. He had attended an.. unofficial herb training session? Was that what it was? Well, he didn't know. But what he did know was that here was one where everyone seemed to be interested in learning. Hm.


    Sitting alone and watching the crowd very silently, Phantom had examined everything. Everyone's face, everyone's smiles and small talks. Everything.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; height: 85px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]It wasn't that she didn't have any interest in herbs- she did, actually. Very much. But you see John was only a kitten; she couldn't make decisions, especially life decisions, just so fast. So padding forwards with a soft smile, the femme dedided to try this out. "H-hello, miss. I'd like to learn some too, if you don't mind.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: black 1px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman;][ ic; ] Tracker turned and smiled at John Green. "Hi! I'm Trackerjacker, or just Tracker. Who are you?"




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; height: 85px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]"Oh, me?" She licked her lips, then thought. It had taken her awhile to remember her name, considering she'd never had one before. "John Green," She replied finally, green eyes widening, "John. Good to meet you. Or great. Great to meet you, Tracker."

    [align=center][size=10][font=cambria]Nefarious didn't have much of an interest in herbs--but he was quite pleased to see his son there. Taking a seat at Phoenix's side, the ebony-spotted count exhaled deeply and gazed at Elise, awaiting the session to start.

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    "I'm good, thank- Already Trackerjacker had dashed away, now talking to Ballad's new daughter. Smiling, he ambled over to them and sat down.
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