"Morning, Briarpaw." The warm voice of Chivewhisker slipped into my eardrums, muting out any other noise able to distract me. "I have my travelling herbs up and ready. I promise you, they won't taste too bitter. We have a long way to the Moss Cave," He explained abruptly, as I hunkered down to eat up the herbs, my nose wrinkling as the sour aftertaste had washed my tongue.
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MEDICINE // WARRIORS SHORT STORY (discontinued)
Short StoryBriarpaw was a young apprentice ready to take herbs into her paws, accepting her role as a medicine cat. Her clan lives a code so fiercely strict that execution is relevant. But her dreams seemed to plummet at StarClan's refusal. Will she accept the...
