Here came Bentley with another game or competition for his Clanmates, also a weekly task like the former. A belated one, sure, but a weekly task nonetheless. The corgi sat in the camp with his pouch of herbs next to him. There were six different herbs laid out in a row, with a space between one group of three and the other. In that space was a functioning call bell to act as a buzzer. "Gather if you'd like to play a game," he barked aloud. "Two players compete simultaneously. You're given three fresh herbs to examine - hit the call bell when you know what they are. The first to correctly identify them wins." Currently the herbs were marigold, chervil and yarrow, which would be revealed later if the contestants didn't have a clue.
basics.
✯ Bentley Harbringer // Ben, Benny
✯ male // masculine
✯ 12 months // mentally 40 months // spiritually 12 months
✯ historian [sHP] of StormClan
✯ leafling // no unofficial titles
✯ knowledgeable on herbs
✯ accepts cannibalism and sacrifices
appearance.
✯ Pembroke Welsh Corgi [ref]
✯ golden-brown pelt with white on chest and underbelly
✯ brown eyes
✯ no accessories
✯ no scars
✯ British accent
relationships.
✯ no best friend
✯ no apprentice
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ biromantic // bisexual
✯ single // no crush
✯ no offspring
interaction.
✯ physically moderate // mentally very difficult // no powers
✯ attack in #ffd700