everybody do your share (open, cleaning the medicine den)

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    The medicine den was... not in tip top shape. Otterbrook was pretty sure most of the cobwebs in there were from spiders, and not cats collecting herbs; it smelled musty, and herbs were scattered all over the floor. So it was time to do something about it!


    The brown tom sat outside of the den, his tail curled neatly over his paws. "Um... everybody, if you have a paw to spare, I'd like help cleaning out the medicine den!" he called, somewhat nervously. Once cats started to drift up, he'd explain further.

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    "What's with the mess?" asked Spiderfoot with a sigh. Everytime she'd collected herbs while out hunting or on patrols, she always organized them carefully. The wind must have blown in. Fantastic. "Count me in," the black femme said. Instead of waiting for instruction, she started reorganizing the scattered herbs. Some of the borage had gotten damp and molded, so they'd have to throw that out and go scavenge more. "Otterbrook, did you see this?" she asked, setting the ruined herbs asude to be discarded.



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    Otterbrook shrugged at Spiderfoot, though he was glad she'd shown up. "Who knows? Maybe every time an apprentice comes in to drop off some herbs, they trample all over everything," he said with a sigh. Was one tansy leaf worth all of this mess? He stood up and followed her in, tail flicking curiously--his eyes narrowed at the borage. "Oh... rabbitdung! We'll have to clear that out," he said. Thankfully, there were no nursing queens he knew of at the time... At least it hadn't been the already dwindling goldenrod. "Can you poke around and look for any more herbs that've gone bad?" he asked, heading over to a corner.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]"I'll help out," the tomcat commented as he slipped into the medicine cat den, already moving his paw around some herbs to sweep alongside him. Getting his bundle into a small pile, he would sit in a space that wasn't covered with other herbs, and he'd toss his sea-green gaze to the tiny mound. "I'll start sorting these into separate piles, if you don't mind?" He understood that Otterbrook wanted help, but what if he wanted specific help? While Briarpatch doubted it, he made the inquiry anyways, although his attention went back to the smile as he moved some of the marigold around.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;]Stripedpaw padded over when Otterbrook requested for some help. It wasn't the most exciting task, but it would still help the clan in some way.


    He said in agreement with Butterflysong, "Yeah, me too." As he entered the medic den, his nose wrinkled. It smelled of many herbs, and some were strong. Some smelled good, some foul smelling.


    The apprentice glanced around and brushed off a cobweb while he was at it. "I wonder when Stonestar will promote the new deputy and medicine cat." He mused. WindClan couldn't go too long with empty ranks, right?
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    "The bindweed's too old and brittle to use. Some kind of mouse or bug chewed up the sorrel, but we probably won't need traveling herbs to soon," Spiderfoot told him, adding those to the pile to be thrown out. Most everything else was still good, thankfully, so she started seperate them into small piles, wrapping them in beech leaves.



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    "i can help too!" poppykit declared, bouncing into the medicine cat's den. well, now it was basically an herb storage den because there wasn't a medicine cat, poppy mused. however, she was sure they'd have one soon, when stonestar announced the deputy and the new medicine cat.
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    Otterbrook inhaled as a chorus of voices sounded at once, and he first gave a nod to Poppykit, Stripedpaw, and Butterflysong, who'd all offered to help. He then looked to Briarpatch, relief flashing in his gaze. The tabby had been around from day one, and it was great to see that he was... well, still kicking. "Yes, please...! That'll help a lot," he meowed, continuing to rummage through the piles. He pulled his head up, a few tattered catchweed stems in his mouth.


    Otterbrook racked his brain, and finally remembered their usage; poultices. Something WindClan needed a lot of. "These are no good," he sighed, nosing them over to Spiderfoot. He looked up at Stripedpaw's question, and just shrugged. He had no idea, but he figured the sooner the better.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]The ashera had been sleeping soundly within the medicine cat's den, soft snores escaping his lanky body. Yet, when Otterbrook had called for help, and the others had entered noisily, Hare had awoken. A frown on his face, the tom would give himself a couple licks to flatten his ruffled fur. Due to his recent and steal healing injuries - as well as one infected wound - Hare had slept in the medicine cat's den, and had been told to stay there until his infection was gone and his broken foreleg was healed. He muttered something under his breath, shuffling into a sitting position. "What's happening?" Hare asked groggily.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL:
    - Cisgender male
    - Warrior of WindClan
    - Heteromantic Heterosexual
    - 4 years old
    - Feel free to powerplay nonviolent actions


    PHYSIQUE:
    - Ashera (designer savannah cat)
    - 30 lbs, 4 feet on hind legs
    - Tall, muscular, sleek build


    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Former kittypet
    - Family unknown


    COMBAT:
    - Extremely hard
    - Attack in bold white