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Post by ♥Goldenheart♥ on Jan 5, 2008 16:37:13 GMT -5
A calico she-cat with a bizarrely flat face and near-invisible eyes padded through the forestlike Twolegplace. Her long fur brushed the ground as she tensed, and rippled in the wind as she leaped up onto a fence. "Mistabella!" she called. "Here it is- the most fruitful part of Herbplace!"
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Post by Crystal.Light on Jan 5, 2008 21:42:34 GMT -5
Mistabella was following Healer reluctently. "Yeah, so?" she asked. She didn't want to be here, she wanted to go hunting. So what if she wasn't good? What am I, the healer-in-training? she wondered.
OOC: Is it okay if Starlight comes in later?
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Post by ♥Goldenheart♥ on Jan 6, 2008 0:30:40 GMT -5
OOC: Sure!
BIC: "So? So??? You need to do well on herb patrol! Most cats do, you know." Healer stopped, wondering if there were some way she could use this to hurt Mistabella. The Ceremonial Healer loved to torture cats. Shrugging it off- herbs came first- she leaped into the Twoleg garden and looked around. There was sage growing in a corner, daisies in the middle of the grass, and tansy next to the Twolegs' nest. Judging by the scents, there were poppy, marigold, thyme, and possibly lavender here, too. Healer got to work collecting the first herbs she found.
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Post by Crystal.Light on Jan 11, 2008 17:23:06 GMT -5
Mistabella opened her mouth to protest, but changed her mind and closed it. She had a better idea. I'll wait a minute. This will drive her bonkers! she thought, picking up some herbs.
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Post by ♥Goldenheart♥ on Jan 11, 2008 22:59:18 GMT -5
After a fairly long silence from her companion, Healer began to act antsy. She had no idea what Mistabella was doing, and it worried her. Even as she collected her herbs, Healer cast confused glances over at the Fighter for the Path. Her own Fighter days were far enough behind her that she understood little of how they thought. What was this cat doing?
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Post by Fernstorm on Jan 13, 2008 8:20:40 GMT -5
OOC: what is she going to do!
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Post by Crystal.Light on Jan 13, 2008 13:55:41 GMT -5
OOC: That's for me to know, and you to find out.
BIC: Mistabella started to put the herbs in her mouth so that Healer wouldn't find them. MuHaHa! she thought. She'll never guess that I have all the herbs! She'll wonder where they are. I've got you!
Mistabella swollowed. Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. Great Roaring Path, I'm chocking! she thought.
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Post by ♥Goldenheart♥ on Jan 13, 2008 15:13:57 GMT -5
Hearing some strange, muffled noises from behind her- something to the effect of "GAKK klunkh thump scritchy"- Healer whirled around. She knew it wasn't nighttime, but the Code of Healers made exceptions in the no-daytime-healings rule for urgent emergencies, and it was obvious that Mistabella was choking. The calico she-cat rushed over and began to pull the green leafy mass from the Fighter's throat.
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Post by Crystal.Light on Jan 13, 2008 19:55:19 GMT -5
Spitting the last few leaves out of her mouth, Mistabella gasped for air. "Thank you." she said. What was I thinking? Mistabella thought to herself.
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Post by ♥Goldenheart♥ on Jan 14, 2008 16:23:49 GMT -5
"Now, Mistabella," meowed Healer, "I wonder what you thought you were doing. You see, I find no reason for all sorts of herbs to end up in your throat. Could you explain?" Healer's love of making other cats uncomfortable was evident in her accusatory tone.
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Post by Crystal.Light on Jan 17, 2008 16:04:49 GMT -5
Now if Mistabella were't so annoyed, seh probably would have confessed to hiding the herbs. But since she was already mad, she shouted
MIND YOUR OWN BEESWAX!! and ran off.
She ran away from herbplace and to another part of twoleg place. Then it occured to her that she had no clue where she was going to go. Back to Healer? No. Back to COTRP camp? Also a no. Suddenly, as she was running, she heard a loud "BANG!"
Mistabella was trapped.
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