Herb Stock

[Honeymilk]

Honeymilk chuckled.

"I was going to let you anyway," he mewed. "Your stomach sounds like a monster on the Thunderpaths!"

The cream colored cat got up, and beckoned for Pantherpaw to follow, telling her that they could sort the herbs together -- later. Right now, they had a meal to begin, and Honeymilk walked briskly to the fresh-kill pile.

((Pantherpaw... join meh at the fresh-kill pile(The Foodpile)! ^^))

[Pantherpaw]

Pantherpaw trotted back to the medicine den, her eyes glemaing with excitment. Lookingup at her mentor she asked; "What wil l the other medcine cats be like?"

[Honeymilk]

"Medicine cats must be neutral, as is Starclan," Honeymilk purred as he sat down on the floor of the den. "No fighting amongst us should be allowed. Medicine cats are humble cats, who, like the Starclan we share tongues with, live in harmony."

Sighing, Honeymilk looked at his den's entrance, willing someone to walk through and give him something to do.

[Pantherpaw]

Understanding, Pantherpaw purred happily, as her tail twitched with happiness. "I Cant wait to met the others!" she excitedly says. Pantherpaw looked around the medicine cat den, looking for something to do until night fell.