Templeclan
Ivyfeather began gently nipping off marigold stems near the bottom of the stalk. She made sure to leave just enough of the stem behind to let the herb keep growing. She beckoned Dustpaw over. "See how I nip the stem about two-thirds of the way down? It helps to leave enough stem so the marigold keeps growing next season." She flicked her long, fluffy tail happily. It was nice to have the company. She hadn't yet had an apprentice, but she was looking forward to it. She was so focused on the marigold that she'd hardly noticed Finchsong, the Boulderclan Medicine Cat, approach from the opposite side of the herb patch. She gathered up several stalks of marigold in her jaws, and looked up just as the grey tom reached the area. She set down the herbs when she laid eyes on him, offering a shy smile. "Hey there Finchsong," she purred, "How's prey running?" Her big blue eyes were bright and happy, and she always enjoyed getting to see her fellow Medicine Cat.
