LAUGHING TIL OUR RIBS GET TOUGH / HERB TRAINING

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    MOTHER NATURE IS A SERIAL KILLER / fathertime / tba / he&they / tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]well damn, theyre a throne of healing all of a sudden? given their violent ways, it was unexpected but appreciated nonetheless. "im going to be giving lessons about herbs over here, so if anyone wants learn get over here."im going to be giving lessons about herbs over here, so if anyone wants to learn get over here." father has been meaning to get around to this, but hasnt found the time to do so until now. the felidae sits there, a series of fleshy green plants placed out before them, and impatiently waits for others to come over so that they can start.

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    Midas, as a pup, had once thought that herbs were close to harmless, only used for healing. He was quickly proven wrong after ingesting yarrow, which had caused him to empty any and all contents of his stomach. He now realized that it could be beneficial to both he and his Clanmates if he were to learn the basics of healing. "I'll stick around for a bit." The demon was extremely casual as he peered at Fathertime, ears swiveled towards him while he waited for the session to start.

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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#ffffff;][font=georgia]★ GREEKKIT ARTHEMIS VILITAS - my blood, sweat and tears
    He was far to young to know extensive amounts about the field of medicine within groups and clans however, he was not too young to start to learn. The silver marbled bengal wandered dangerously close to the variety of herbs that had been set up for the medical session that was to take place when he had first approached the scene, his eyes widened slightly and sparkling with immense curiosity as he regarded the green plants. He would have been tempted to perhaps prod at one and even touch it but was quick to fight back any urges. After all, for all that he knew, it could in fact have toxic qualities and despite his thirst for knowledge and experience, the more logical part of his brain prohibited him from acting further.


    The intrigue lingered within his eyes even after he had broken his gaze away from the herbs and instead of waiting to allow his curiosity to get the better of him, Greekkit pivoted on silver paws, turning and slipping over to sit himself down besides Midas who was the only other member currently present. That lead him to believe that idea was the reason enough for him to plop his fluffy form down besides the hellhound, even daring to nod in greeting to the older male before his vibrant olive green gaze shifted back to father, ears angled back against his head slightly as he peered expectantly at the throne of healing. He was prepared to wait for further instructions, forcing himself to remain patient and observant instead of impatient and active.

    [center][fancypost=width: 428px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; text-align:justify; line-height: 95%]jean wandered up eagerly, an eager grin pasted across her face. she could fight well enough, but what would really be useful was healing. not only could she help out her clanmates in a battle, but she could take care of herself if she was injured and alone. a little herb knowledge could go a long ways in a pinch. the deer-like girl took a seat next to midas, folded her wings carefully, and gave the other a quick wave with her hoof. it never hurt to be friendly, except under very extreme circumstances. if her mother would only visit again, jean could show her all that she had learned. perhaps then she would like jean enough to stay in the sanctuary with her, not hawkclan or wherever she was now.


    shaking her head briskly to clear her head and face of those bad thoughts, jean repositioned her hooves in a prim fashion and waited expectantly for fathertime to begin. glancing around again, she was surprised that only the three of them had show up. one would think the sanctuary would have more regard for the healing arts. as she had said before, they could be extremely useful.

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    YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND — lemonkit — sanctuary — he/him — tags

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    "Yeah! I wanna learn!" the enthusiastic kit said, arriving on the scene. He plopped his but down and turned his yellow gaze to Father, trying not to fidget or anything. He was going to be a good student, or at least that's what he told himself.