Morning routines

Shiversong - MeadowClan Healer

Word Count: 322

Tag: stray

"Goldenrod, tansy, sweet-sedge, honey..." Shiversong's mumbling faded to an amused purr, recalling just how, exactly, that honey was acquired. She'd never seen such distressed cats until that point, though the warriors who were supposed to be watching their apprentices were a close second. Stars, they'd used up almost all of her dandelion in one very, very early morning; good thing New-Leaf had arrived and they'd begun popping up everywhere again. Shaking out the distracting memory, the molly began tucking her supplies back where they belonged, into the meticulously dug out beech log. Turning to gaze around the rest of her den, she notes a stick poking out of the ground just outside the entrance.

"Cobwebs!" She chirped as she carefully grabbed the stick, moving it next to her herb stores. Morning patrols must be rolling back in. "What next... Ah!"

The black molly plucked some feathers from her stash in a crack in the stone walls, before twisting around to place them in the healing nests. Shiversong placed the feathers meticulously, just as she'd placed the nests: in the center of the den. It made much more sense to her; one side for her to rush around and grab herbs, treat a cat, the other for friends and family to dote and visit out of her way. It was especially helpful with the stung apprentices.

"Okay, last thing," She sighed.

Shiversong stretched up on her hind legs to reach her high level herb stores, feeling around with her paws to estimate just how stocked they were. It was inefficient, but she'd rather have herbs like nightshade far out of reach of those who didn't know them well. Also, herbs like rosemary can bring up bad memories if left out for any cat to find. Backing down, she settled at last, lying down to admire her work. She didn't quite feel like going out yet, though maybe something was left of yesterday's hunts...