[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]The lavender sky casted a soft, minty glow over the field where the young warrior presided. He was rather tall, with long skinny legs and big, white paws. Behind a mask of short, crow-colored fur, two bright green eyes sat, blinking every so often. The eggshell color of his twitching tail stood out starkly against the fur of his haunches.
In front of him was his study, his passion. Mintpatch had been studying the use of oils ever since he had found the whole kit of bottles thrown out, each with their own earthy aroma and use. To say he was a little nervous was an understatement, but Minty had been preparing for this class for a long time. He barely even hunted anymore do to his constant studying. Heck, he only knew about half the cats in CloverClan. Maybe he'd meet a few more today. The thought brightened him up a little and his whisker's twitched. Hopefully the invitation had spread around his clanmates quickly.
