Sniffing Out The Bad Herbs

[Grey]

Owlwing padded around the den, sniffing every herb to make sure they weren't bad. He brushed out the old poppy seeds with his tail an stuck his nose into a pile of borage leaves finding they would still be good for a few more sunrises. When he found that everything was done in the den he sighed wishing he could be out doing warrior duties with his brother and sisters. But, he knew well he could never be a warrior due to his blindness. He sat down near the entrance to the den savoring the cool breeze blowing at him.

[Fox]

Padding into camp, Snowmask excused himself from the patrol he had just come back from. Grabbing two fish, he glanced around the camp for one of Greyfeather's siblings, hoping he could talk to them about her. When he didn't find any, Snowmask headed over to he medicine cat den. Owling would defintally be in there. Brushing into the den, he sat down the fish at his paws. "Hello Owlwing," he mewed.

[Grey]

Owlwing looked up to Snowmask with his sightless sapphire eyes, "Hello Snowmask", he said brightly. He could smell the fish Snowmask had and savoured the nice fresh scent. "What can I do for you?", he asked sitting down and wrapping his tail around himslef.

[Fox]

Snowmask flicked his tail for Owlwing to take a fish then remembered he couldn't see him. "One's for you," he meowed carefully, pushing one towards him, leaving it right in front of his paws. "I wanted to talk about your sister," Snowmask admited, shuffling his paws with embarrassment. His stomach growled loudly but he felt too nervous to eat.

[Grey]

Owlwing nodded his thanks and started on the fish, "Shadedrain or Greyfeather?", he asked sarcasticaly. He knew very well which of his sisters Snowmask was interested in, after all Greyfeather was an interesting cat. Owlwing quietly chuckled to himself.

[Fox]

^{Snowmask ducked his head and licked down a few fluffs of fur that were stuck out from his embarrassment. "Greyfeather," he murmered quietly after he was sure his voice wouldn't crack from his distress. Bending down to take a bite out of the fish, Snowmask swallowed a sigh. She's probably not even interested in me, he thought miserably. Snowmask kept his icy blue eyes on his snowy paws, his mind lost in memories of the hunts he'd shared with Greyfeather.}

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[Grey]

"Hmmmm.... anything in particular you wish to know?" Owlwing asked in a more serious tone. But then a small thought had came to him, what if Snowmask had asked Howlingbreath about Greyfeather? Owlwing started laughing histericaly now as he took large bites from the fish.