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Cloudwatching trotted up to his mentor's with a beaming smile. He was happy Salixcloud had been stern about him perfecting his herb knowlege, if she had not been boss he would not know the honour and importance of tending to his clan mates. Because of what she had thaught he got off well tending to Skyclan's patients too along with Luca.

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Maggy felt a little awkward padding forward. She liked learning, though she wasn't sure how much she would retain. She was a far better fighter than anything but as of right now she wanted to stay in camp with her kits... so she would learn something new. Should be good. She flashed a smile to Salixcloud.

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[justify]Although being a Nurse back in Germany had damaged her and had shown her things she had never wanted to see, Floretta couldn't help but be drawn back to the lifestyle. She had always enjoyed helping people; seeing and being around their conditions was just part of the job. A lot of the time, it was an honorable ability to be able to view turmoil and horror in the face, all the while acting on your feet accordingly. During their journey here, the she-dog had plenty-a-time taken care of her friends-- 93 years of living and it was nearly impossible to not have one or the other get injured, whether it be reckless behavior or a friendly skirmish. Such was her life, and therefore Flora didn't see any need to hold back on what she already knew about taking care of her friends. Anything she could do to help HawkClan without using her claws or teeth was good enough for her, and so she came to stand next to the rest of her new, unfamiliar clanmates, a nervous but polite smile spread across her maw. "I am interested, if that's alright."[/justify]

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 390px;][justify]He wasn't interested, wouldn't really ever be interested in herbs. It wasn't his liking and so he merely came forward and laid down. He turned his head way from the group and laid his head on his paws but his ears were perked up to listen. He felt uncomfortable among them but he didn't say a word, just waited for these things to get kicked off. Taking in a deep breath he sighed and closed his gaze.

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Bellkit didn't know what a herb was but he was here anyways! Following happily along behind his grandparents who he had also taken to following around the clan like he did his mother. She was here as well and while he watched Gramma move to slip alongside her he also turned and spotted his grandfather settling down away from the crowd of the others. The kit danced from one paw to the other anxiously, his family had split up and he wasn't sure who to go sit with and what even was going to happen but after a moment he figured that Bistre might need the company more as his mother and grandmother were seated together and so his tiny white paws carried him over to the darker tom where he settled down into the curl of his tail, stepping over it and turning in a full circle before laying down until only the top portion of his head was visible.
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Burnhilde was late, and that only seemed to make her anxiety so much worse. She didn't rightly understand what was going on, but herbal remedies had been used for healing before. Why would that be any different here? The apprentice-looking pup made her way over towards the group, sitting down somewhere comfortable to where she could see the ingredients Salixcloud laid out. "U-Uh...I know the bandages. They are to cover cuts and keep them from getting infected." She said softly.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:440px;text-align:justify;font-size:8.5pt]Medicinal practice. She was no stranger to the task, considering she had aided her birth clan greatly during their time of war, diligently learning how to assist those who found themselves in need of naturalized medicine for their ailments. Of course, there had been no official position for such experts during those times, Bloodclan having abolished the rank with ease, thinking it an inconvenience as they instead granted the rights to heal to all of their inhabitants. Perhaps now that the alabaster femme inhabited a new home, she'd be able to correctly utilize those and put them to substantial use while here. "Poppy seeds." Came Megaera's gentle response, gesturing a delicate paw to the smaller morsels she had presented to them. Ah, yes. She was familiar with these things. "They can be used to dull the pain one is experiencing, or aid with sleep." Next up. This one was a tad bit more difficult, for she found herself raking through her various memories for some type of connection with the herb. She'd seen this before, somewhere. "Willow Bark." With any luck, it was the correct response. "It can be used as a pain killer, or to reduce fevers, though only if ingested in small dosages." Consume too much of anything, and there was always a risk of potential overdose. Herbs were no different, or at least that's what had she had been taught.
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[justify]As one of her companions neared, Floretta felt a breath of relief. It seemed now that they were in this clan that it was harder for them all to be together at once, and as that was the case with any clan, Floretta found it hard to get around alone, and to do things that she enjoyed doing without the rest of the group following her. Although she hadn't made any new friends just yet, Flora had made acquaintances and, as a result, knew that it would be sooner rather than later that an individual would ask her to go on an adventure. It seemed that the bond they all shared together was so tightly knit that even now she felt a dull ache in her chest, though slightly relieved at the arrival of Brun. Not only was the bond relieved, but her brain cleared only the slightest bit and she focused back on Salixcloud, looking towards the rest that had begun to arrive. Seeing as the bandages, poppy seeds, and willow bark had been accounted for, Flora decided that the only herb left, a leaf of tansy, was worth talking about. No sense in repeating what the other two had already stated. "That one is tansy, and it can help with animals who have a sore throat as well as those who have a cough. If you're poisoned you can also use it to help suck out the toxin."[/justify]

[size=9pt] It was hard to suppress the peevish sense of embarrassment as Daize appeared, lingering along the sidelines. She didn't know anything about herbs. She had never been taught, and her life had been too full of tragedies that seemed to hold her back from pursuing any interests. Still, the appeal of being able to heal herself rather than depending on someone else was an interesting idea. Truly, she was not meant for medical work; she would rather guard her own life than to spend it looking after others. Maybe a one point in early life she could've been better, but it was too late now. There was no stopping fear, and fear was what consumed Daize constantly.

Quiet, she sat down, listening with a faint expression.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify]Val approached and sat next to her mother. She wasn't particularly interested in herbs, but if there was an emergency it wouldn't hurt to know. She sat quietly, listening to what she had to say. She heard her mom speak and was surprised. She must've learned a few things while her children were gone. Val already knew about the bandage part; that was easy. It was remembering the herbs that always stumped her.

[size=9pt]She was getting distracted every so often - the casual twitter of breath would snag her attention, and it was with annoyance at herself that she would shift, trying to stop such things from happening. Her mind was not fully committed to the situation; she'd keep getting distracted if she didn't focus solely on this.

Fidgeting, she tried to remember what "tansy" was when Salixcloud's question passed through her ears - perking, Daize would blink at the shaman, momentarily lost before straightening her stance and replying. "D-Daize." She'd say hastily. "It's Daize."

[justify]A small smile spread across Flora's face as she got the answer correctly, though she didn't more. No straightening of the back, just a small glance towards Daize, offering the girl a small smile, before focusing her attention back towards Salixcloud. She had spoken in response to her answer, and Floretta couldn't think of the answer. During her time with her friends, she had only used tansy to treat that of poisonous situations. Swallowing, Flora's eyes struggled to make eye contact with the older she-cat, and she back-tracked attentively to answer the previous question about the cobwebs, and why you aren't supposed to take them off.

"Maybe it's so you don't get it caught on the fur or rip part's of the healed wound off?" she meowed. It was more of a question than a statement, thought that was what made the most logical sense to her. If it was stuck to the wound then you wouldn't want to take it off in fear of it ripping whatever had healed, off. [/justify]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:440px;text-align:justify;font-size:8.5pt]She is far from a know-it-all in terms of herb knowledge. There was still plenty to learn. Granted, the alabaster beauty has most likely accumulated medical knowledge that was rather uncommon for a regular type of member to possess, however she mostly has her past to thank for that. During such troubling and unsteady times for Bloodclan, it was either learn how to treat wounds and illnesses, or risk those you cared for perishing under similar circumstances. At the shaman's inquiry of her alias, the canine can't help but perk up a tad, a slight smile curving her lips at the triumph. "Megaera Darling." At least she'd been able to remember those two things correctly, even considering how rusty she was in terms of herb knowledge. Tilting her head to the side, she ponders the answer to their medic's following inquiry. Stacking bandages, hm. Well, avoiding pulling on a sensitive scab, and therefore reopening the wound was a good guess, though maybe there was more to it. "Perhaps it also keeps from exposing a steadily healing wound to potential factors that might have the possibility of causing infection, such as certain particles in the air, or even dirt and unclean water?"
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The ex medic of WindClan stood, gaze shifting the crowd before landing upon Salixcloud. The shaman was an interesting character, one that was much different from the tiger himself. "I h-hope I'm n-not too la-late or anything, but I c-can help o-out if you n-need it." If not, he supposed he'd just sit down and participate as everyone else was.
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