Follow in Your Pawsteps{Open Herb Gathering}

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 95%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: #d2d2d2]Operation Being a Half-Decent Father's Step Two: Show interest in whatever the unfortunate child is doing. That was what prompted Polarispride to totter over, folding his wings and making sure he looked presentable. "Er, hi. What are y-you doing?" he meowed, poking his head out of the camp and hoping Collidingpaw could still hear him. Was he holding a bag? Probably collecting something, then.
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Bloom was only recently out from having bore her own tiny little kit's, of course she looked allot skinnier now that she had them. From overweight? To almost able to be mistaken for underweight due to her slender nature. Since Polaris had asked the question, she simply stood silently beside him. Well it looked like she might have a good idea who would be vying for the space that might be empty due to French leaving.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height: 95%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: #d2d2d2]He peered into the bag and found...herbs. Okay. Hurriedly pulling his head back, Polarispride began to cough as quietly as he could -- not quietly at all, but it was the thought that counted. Once he could breathe somewhat normally, he managed to say, "H-herbs, then? Collecting them?" Just like Legacy. Maybe Collidingpaw was taking after his grandmother...? "I d-don't see a problem with h-helping, as long as Collidingpaw's f-fine with it." As he said this, the vice-leader cast an uncertain look toward Bloomingskies. Was it a good idea?
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Erm, Bloom was more concerned about suddenly being almost all up in PolarisFace. Considering he was just coughing up a fit. "Colliding, next time motion someone's head back a bit alright? Some people can have allergies to stronger scents and pollen's."

Smiling as she spoke, the female brushed her pelt against the Vice-Leader's, before coming up between CollidingPaw and Same Direction. Perfectly safe and a good idea, so long as they were supervised properly.

'Why don't we weave a basket out of the not so useful part's, later?" the female suggested with a smile.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height: 95%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: #d2d2d2]Oh, and look what he'd done. Frustration flashed across his face, there and gone in a second as he turned his head. Sniffing a bag full of herbs was a terrible idea for someone who usually sneezed at least once upon entering the medicine den, but he'd gone ahead and done it anyway. When he spoke, Polarispride's voice was still a bit choked. "S-sorry. I'd h-help with the weaving, if you d-don't mind." He'd just gotten the hang of making flower crowns, thanks to Stella, so a basket could be a bit much, but there was no harm in volunteering. Probably.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Oh, look. Another desperate wanna-be. Mascara tears said nothing as she sauntered over, a visible scowl printed on her face. When she had been a medic, the kits who knew everything where the ones that annoyed her most.

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