DANCING WITH MY OWN SHADOW // open + gardening

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]EVERYTHING WAS much too loud. Since the girl had regained her memories, her mind hadn't stopped buzzing with the never-ending noise of all of her memories trying to play at once, each one seeming to beg for her undivided attention. It was deafening. Usually, the solitude and peacefulness that shrouded the forest in a protective veil could tame the rampaging beast that was her mind. Today, unfortunately, nothing seemed to be working. Bitterblue had quickly abandoned trying to silence her thoughts after an hour had come and gone with no success. Instead, she decided on moving, forcing her mind to focus on some task. That's how the wolf ended up digging scores of rows in the tough mountain dirt, her movements methodical as she transformed the soil into something that would yield a crop. By the time her furrows had been completed, the sun was blazing overhead, it's intense heat being drawn to her black pelt like a magnet. She didn't stop though. No, instead she raced back to camp and quickly rifled through the bag that she had brought with her when HawkClan had moved. There it is. Bitterblue extracted a small leather pouch, the seemingly delicate thing that she gently grasped in her jaws as she made her way back to the garden. The wolf had had the foresight to gather the seeds of their old home's local herbs before they moved in case their new home proved to be fruitless of the lifesaving plants. Carefully opening the pouch, Blue pulled out the even smaller bags contained within, each miniature sack dedicated to a certain herb. Quickly electing to organize the garden alphabetically, the she-wolf set off to work, her mind now clear of any unwanted memories.


    Bitterblue collapsed in the shade of a pine tree, tired eyes focusing on her day's worth of work. Borage, burdock, catnip, chervil... The wolf's eyes traveled down the rows, mentally naming which seeds had been planted in each row. Sure, she hadn't been able to locate the seeds of every herb, but for now the small collection would have to suffice. Yarrow, she thought, her eyes eventually reaching the final row. The warrior flicked her tail, satisfied with her work.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; margin-top: -9px; font-family: candara; font-size: 10pt; color: white]"you're just working yourself to death."[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 410px; margin-top: -10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5pt][hr]Splitsecond, in all honesty, hadn't thought of such a thing. She was the clan's apothecary trainee, and yet she still had no knowledge of herbs or healing. She had attempted to gather some unidentified plants, but who even knew if they were safe to use, or how to use them? There was no way for her to know, not unless she asked someone. The Healer's Alliance, who Jericho had come a few days ago to invite her to, hadn't held any sort of Gathering yet, so she hadn't learned anything that way either. To be honest, she was a pretty useless apothecary trainee.


    That was why, when she saw was Bitterblue was doing, the tabby was immediately interested. She made her way over, mutely watching the she-wolf's work in the soil. She might've put forth her aid in the endeavor, but the warrior looked pretty into her task. Splitsecond would likely just get in the way. When the female was done, however, she headed over to Bitterblue.


    "May I ask what you have planted here?" She gestured vaguely to the freshly-overturned dirt. "I'm fairly sure I should know, but sadly I do not. Perhaps you could educate me?"[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]THE WARRIOR HADN'T noticed the trainee's approach, half due to her own obliviousness, half due to the fact that the girl had approached her on her right side. Instinctively, the wolf pinned her deaf ear to her head as she quickly jumped to her feet, her shock evident. Oh. Bitterblue's gaze took in Splitsecond, her muscles relaxing as a somewhat embarrassed smile graced her features. "It's j-just a few herbs. I was worried that t-there might not be any in our new territory a-after the move," she explained, her eyes shifting off of the feline as she turned to face the garden, "As for what's in i-it... borage, burdock, catnip, ch-chervil... c-coltsfoot... goldenrod, lavender..." The canine paused for a millisecond, contemplating the lavender. It was great for bringing down fevers but, more importantly, it had been the scent that her mother had always carried. Bitterblue took in a quick in breath, almost as if she could smell the flower's sweet aroma. "Marigold, p-poppies, tansy, thyme, and yarrow. There's a few essential herbs missing, but m-maybe there will be some growing a-around here somewhere..." The girl trailed off, her eyes quickly scanning their surroundings as if some of the precious plants where hiding among the trees.
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    With careful paws, she would make sure not to step on anything as she made her way towards the two. "I think I have some horsetail and catchweed if you'd like to plant it?" Paige asked, sitting herself down and rummaging through her robin satchel. She was trying to clean out the bag, as she was going to change to a backpack soon. It was bigger and therefore could carry more than a few select, necessary herbs at a time. [/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]A SMILE LIT UP Bitterblue's face upon hearing Paige's offer. "That'd be g-great," she said, a gracious dip of her head immediately following her words. Her gaze quickly shifted to the small plot of land parallel to the garden. Originally, the wolf had intended to turn the small patch into a flower garden, but hey, herbs were more important. She could always plant flowers elsewhere. "We can plant them over th-there if you want," she said, nodding in the direction of the clear spot of ground.
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    Her attention lifted from her messy satchel to the direction that the canine was referring to. Pulling herself up to her paws, the slender diabetic would walk across the grass to the empty area. Using a toe, she would make a few small holes in the ground and then dug through her bag. Eventually she pulled out some catchweed seed things. After planting those in the ground, she would move over an inch or two so that she could plant the horsetail and it would have room to grow. [b][/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; margin-top: -9px; font-family: candara; font-size: 10pt; color: white]"you're just working yourself to death."[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 410px; margin-top: -10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5pt][hr]Splitsecond's flinty gaze traveled over the small, orderly garden, nodding approvingly. She liked how useful this was; they could definitely use a fresh supply of herbs near the camp, even if it would take a month or two for them to finish growing. She would have to remember this place, so that she could watch over the small plants as they grew. The tabby knew that Bitterblue would probably do that same, but that didn't mean she couldn't help. "Good idea. I'll leave you to it, then," she said to Bitterblue, dipping back into the shadows.[/fancypost]
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