Etched In My Mind And It Won't Go Away;; Open

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    The female was recently separated from Isa after the miscarriage for a little bit. Bloom wished she knew where her friend was and could be some comfort. However sometimes it wasn't possible, you had to focus on yourself no matter how hard it was!


    Bloom was unable to hunt well, unable to even consider fighting, thus she was majorly interested in the medical field. After seeing CloudPaw explain a herb she'd never seen or heard before? The ebony feline was working on memorizing it, attempting to grow the Winter Cherry plant, but so far not getting it exactly right. Oh well, she couldn't exactly lick it and have every sensory information on it, she only had the image and the scent. This wasn't something like moss or poppy which she had all the sensory info on, this would take time.

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    "Hi! What's a Winter Cherry?" he asked quietly, reading her thoughts on accident with telepathy. Don't think of him badly, he normally doesn't snoop in people's minds with it, but this particular power of his hasn't been functioning right lately. He used to use it just for communication... he didn't even know he could read people's thoughts with it! It was sort of neat, though, he had to admit. [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; border-bottom: 4px solid #161616; margin-top: -10px;][/fancypost]
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    The accidental mind reading was a good thing in the end anyway's, considering Bloomingpaw was mute anyways. he'd have never have known what she was up to if he didn't read it! Fur fluffed up she looked timidly over, trying to grow it again, but the leaf shape wasn't precise, and thus she knew the herb had come out wrong again


    "An experimental herb of CloudPaw's, he gave it to Isa recently, I'm just trying to get growing it down for herbal practice. From what I heard it's emotional driven, and helps with something around female part's and kitten's, since it's specifically used after miscarriage." some synonyms in there, but this was just proof her passion could get her mentally talking to an extent. Even if she was only responding nervously, not making conversation.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=11pt]Isadorapaw had telepathy. Just for the record, though.


    With a twitch of her tail, the femme made her way closer. "What are you doing?" The ivory cat asked politely.

    Blooming had no idea she had telepathy, so it was a kind of awkward thing, but it can be easily assumed it became known during they're private thread? "Trying to grow the stupid winter cherry, I only have the look and scent though so it makes it really hard." her weaved voice would come in her thought's, motioning to the most recent failure, just some random low ground fern like thingy. She'd have asked Isa for the extra info, but it was insensitive and plus she had to know herself, second hand did her little good.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=11pt]"Oh." Was all she replied, very simply. The adviser slowly melted to the ground, tucking her paws neatly underneath her lanky and small frame.

    Since she knew what she was going to know in terms of being able to grow this plant? The female dropped her passion for the moment, growing something she knew how to grow, a cute little poppy. Once it was grown? She handed it over to Isa, placing it at her paw's. "How are you today?" with the miscarriage Bloom was bound to worry for her friend.