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    [size=9pt]Damon padded his way into the shed, dipping his head as he wavered through. The kit's dark black paws thumped rhythmically against the lush soil, bright auburn eyes glancing through the stalks of herbs. A sudden rush of intriguing scents washed over him, long white whiskers twitching in amusement as he continued forth.


    Seeing as he was now far into the den, he descended his small lithe format, instinctively curling his tail around his forepaws. "Hey, Sabre, you in?" The adolescent inquired with a slight dip of his head.[/size]

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    "Yah wassup?" At the back of the den Sabre was sorting a few herbs. Finally their were new shoots coming through. New-leaf was in full flower now. Maybe he should go out to do some hunting. It had been awhile since he had done something other then sort herbs.

    [size=9pt]Damon smirked, puffing out his chest slightly in amusement. "Nothing much, just wondering whatcha been up to."[/size]

    "Sorting 'erbs healing the sick. The usual. What's it to you?" Still he had his back to the kit as his paws swiftly moved sorting catnip from thyme and borage leaves. Picking up a few stalks of catnip he shoved it into his mouth. The calming smell and taste made him a little delirious and continued to chew becoming more and more out of it.

    [size=9pt]Damon stifled a chuckle as he watched Sabre from the back, giving a quick lick along his chest before replying. "I need to find some amusement around here other then hearing the Elders complain."[/size]

    Sabre chuckled just a little, yeah elders were grouchy a**s"Go mess around with the other kits." Finished with his herbs he flopped onto his moss beds and continued to chew his catmint. "Not much I can do for amusement" Cream coat shining he rolled on his side looking over at Damon.

    [font=georgia][size=9pt]Ooc;;

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    Picking up a few stalks of catnip he shoved it into his mouth.


    I just had the wildest idea. XD



    Ic;;
    Damon rolled his eyes. "Pssh, I would rather talk to the elders."


    ooc; Do tell :3

    ic; Once again Sabre smiled revealing the green paste of catmint clinging to his teeth. "To old for the kits den now huh?" As he lay on his moss bed he curled up a small ball of moss betwen his paws.

    [size=9pt]Ooc;; They should get high off catmint. c(:< I'd love to see that. x3


    Ic;; Damon curled his lip over his small white teeth, grinning as he cuffed his paws, straightening his posture. "Most of the kits their have their head in the clouds, at least the elders have something to say that makes sense - kinda."[/size]

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    ooc;; I'd love to see a kit high off catmint xD

    ic;; Once his little masterpiece was done he threw the mossball with all his force at Damon. The catmint tended to make him a little loopy and this was just one of those side effects. He acted like a kit. Sabre grinned at Damon and bounced up from his bed standing with his legs splayed apart as though he was about to be attacked.

    [size=9pt]Damon nearly bursted out in laughter at Sabre's reaction, the moss ball just barely whacking his shoulder. "Hey, no fair!" He sneered, grasping the already unraveling ball in his jaw before throwing it in the Medicine cat's direction.[/size]

    Sabre pounced on it in mid air bringing it to the ground "Medicine Cat's don't have to play fair" Cupped between his paws he hooked his claws into it then raised his left paw. As he threw it he sheathed his claws at just the right moment sending it flying once again towards Damon. Bounding threw the den he stood infront of all his herbs grinning.

    ooc; Ahh Sabre he's such a loon :3

    [size=9pt]Ooc;; This is too amusing. XD


    Ic;; Damon let out a slight meep as he noticed the moss ball wavering in his direction, sprawling to the ground over-dramatically as it bounded off his nose. Digging his muzzle out of the moss bed he was sitting along, he gave Sabre a crooked smile. "I'm nearly an apprentice, that counts!" Damon replied, working his way to his paws before spitting out a loose string of moss from his mouth. "Not to mention that herb you shoved down your mouth! It was probably some energy-booster crap." He replied with a grin.[/size]

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    Sabre couldn't help but laugh at the kits comical leap into a moss bed. Eyes flashing that brilliant shade of green he mewed "You want some?" Turning his back on the kit he grabbed a clump of catmint and chucked it over to Damon. "Now the playing board is even" Tail lashing he quickly set to work making a couple more mossballs.

    [size=9pt]Damon watched as the clump of catmint landed before his paws, dipping his head slightly to inhale it's scent. Immediately a frigid shiver ran up his spine, the sweet aroma making his mouth water. Grasping it in his jaw, he chewed on it carelessly, the bright green paste sticking to his teeth as Damon glanced up towards Sabre. "It's great! What's it called?"[/size]

    All this time he'd been trying to dope up some poor defenseless kit and now this one was actually willing. "Catmint" He mewed as he continued to work hard creating his army of mossballs from one of the spare beds. Afterwards they'd have to go collect fresh stuff but atleast it gave him something to do. High off the catmint he had that feeling of invincibility you get as though nothing could ever stop him.

    [size=9pt]Damon took in Sabre's words, continuing to chew recklessly on the now sticky substance. The strong scent of catmint had now concealed the smell other fresh herbs that were stacked inside of the shed, Damon's chewing becoming more rapid as time passed. Looking over towards Sabre, the tom padded over, plopping down in front of him as he divulged his nearly bleached teeth. "Need help wit tat?"[/size]

    Ahh the feelings of being high. When he looked over at Damon all doped up he smiled "Great stuff isn't it." His speech had become more slurred, luckily for his age the effects of catmint took awhile to set in. Now though he was heavily intoxicated and a dopey grin spread across his face. Passing some moss to Damon he said "Let's make lots of mossballs and go throw them at the kits"

    [size=9pt]Damon grinned wide, his cheeks flushed with excitement as his ears were held erect, content on any sudden noise. "Won't we get in trouble?" He mumbled, glancing forward as he ran a fore paws along the clumps of moss, his stiff paws creating a rather tangled looking ball.[/size]

    "Only if the kits don't like it, if they don't we can flee" Once again his words slurred, now they had a good cluster of about 12 moss balls. Picking up as many as he could in his mouth he mewed muffled "Ab s any a oo can(Grab as many as you can' Six mossballs hung from his jaws as he half padded, half staggered out of the den.