Ew, Plants <> private <> legacy

[justify] Snap was just sitting around in camp, doing what most cats did when they were bored: absolutely nothing. She hated to think that she was already bored in WindClan. Maybe it was because she wasted all of the interesting things too soon. The fawn solid wasn't even well-known. Why was it possible to get tired of this stuff within two days?
Just then, something strange caught her nose. It was like a great big salad. Mint and berries included. Not once had she smelled so many plants all together. Especially not out in the wild. It was like there was a whole garden all right there.
Disgusting.
She stood up, deciding to investigate what was up with the den. They didn't dedicate a whole area to plants, did they? Boy, out of all of the strange things in this clan...
Peeking in, she almost threw up. Green plants, yellow plants, brown plants. Yuck. It was like a rainbow of grossness and vegetables. "What's up with this? A whole den for plants? What kind of nutcase would make one of those?"

[justify] Snap looked up at the grey tabby that stood before her. It was almost spooky to think that, just a few moments ago, the whole place seemed eerily silent. Maybe she just couldn't hear over the hustle and bustle of the camp.
"Who are you?" the pale brown she-cat replied, having never seen Legacy before. "Is this your den? Are you the crazy lady that keeps dozens of dozens of plants with you at all times?" This would be her first time to ever having learned about medicine cats. Ever since she had joined, no one had ever mentioned the healers.
This had really sparked her curiosity. "And what do you mean by heal? This isn't medicine. They're just stupid, useless plants. And you're no vet, either." Snap had heard the word herb used plenty of times. She just didn't know that they had any purposes other than being green and sickening.

[justify] Snap was tempted to retort after being called "honey." She loathed nicknames. Her name wasn't all that hard to remember, now was it? Not like Legacy would have even known what her name was, but that was unimportant. Because the apprentice could not help questioning what the heck the tabby was even talking about.
"How on Earth do you use plants to heal? They're so booring. They've never done any good for me." Fresh-kill? Now that was a good way to heal. It was like chicken soup. Marigold? They served no purpose other than to look pretty.
"But, anyways, medicine cats. Do you guys do anything other than healing?"