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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 0:52:58 GMT -6
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Vermeil wasn't awfully keen on socializing with the Tribe's ever-growing population, but he was eager to do his job as a Spring Shaman. The ginger tabby was just returning to the farmhouse, his mouth full of catnip. He'd found a good patch and had gathered as much as he could hold, but it was difficult to resist the urge to much on the tender herbs.
The scent was starting to get to the American Bobtail, so he set down his bundle of herbs to take a quick breather. Unfortunately, a fellow feline seemed to take that as an opportunity to engage him in conversation.
"Oh, hello," the Shaman slurred as he noticed the other cat approaching. |
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 1:16:56 GMT -6
He turned toward Ragabash, staggering slightly to one side. "It's good to see you out and about, beloved leader," Vermeil giggled somewhat drunkenly. "Going somewhere in particular? Or are you just out to smell the flowers? Make sure you don't sniff the catmint; this stuff's pretty potent." As if to demonstrate the catnip's powerful scent, the Shaman lowered his muzzle to the bundle of green stalks and almost immediately toppled over. "Oops." |
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 1:29:07 GMT -6
Still laying on the ground, the Shaman stared up at Ragabash with rather bright eyes. "Nope. Just got a bit of a strong whiff there," Vermeil purred before sneezing loudly. "My legs still work, but I'll have to ask you not to poke me as I'm quite ticklish. He squirmed away and rolled to his paws somewhat ungracefully. Grinning, the usually-introverted tabby sat down to ensure that he wouldn't lose his balance again.
"So, I heard that you started an alliance with DeathClan. Were they really that easy to make friends with? I always thought those cats were meant to be vicious. Guess not," Ver commented. |
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 1:42:15 GMT -6
"Physical, huh? Well, I'm sure a wrestling match is a surefire way to impress a violence-oriented group," Ver responded. "Did you win? DeathClan was probably pleased either way."
He glanced at the catnip and nodded. "Yes, catmint is very good for curing whitecough and greencough. However, collecting it can be a bit of a challenge depending on how fresh it is." The Shaman dug his claws into the ground as he swayed on the spot.
"Weird liquid and mold, you say? I'll have to collect some samples and get volunteers in order to test the effects on others. These substances could be useful," Ver giggled. Of course, feeding cats mold and strange liquid was probably a horrible idea, but Vermeil of the Spring was a tad loopy at the moment. |
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 2:00:01 GMT -6
Oh. Oh. Vermeil blinked slightly upon hearing this. However, his grin made a swift return. "Well, it's still wrestling," he laughed.
The description of the mold and strange liquid proved too complex for the Shaman while he was busy frolicking in the land of the catmint. He zoned out after about two heartbeats. "We could feed it to any prisoners that we get," the American Bobtail mused distractedly. He flopped over onto the ground once more, suddenly feeling tired.
"Naptime..."
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Post by Thusula on May 26, 2014 13:10:19 GMT -6
whoops. I just woke up.
Thusula could be found walking around the territory in the search for some herbs, but he did not know of what. All he knew was that he should start taking inventory of the herbs that grew around the farmhouse, just in case something were to strike. The elders were old, but they were still strong, so there was really nothing to worry about right now.
He was going to search for some berries, but instead, heard voices near where the catnip was found growing. There should have been some newly developed stalks there, and he was curious of who was lingering among the plant that could make a cat crazy. He did not want any of the Tribe to use the herb in the wrong use after all.
As he approached the patch, he saw Ragabash and another tabby tom. "Uhh. Is he alright?" he asked the Tribe leader, looking at the ginger tabby with amusement and curiosity.
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Post by Thusula on May 26, 2014 13:44:59 GMT -6
He laughed at Ragabash's intention to poke the drugged tom but stopped. The expression of his leader was priceless. It was like if he had never seen a cat under this condition.
"He should be fine once he awakes from that slumber of his. Staring at him won't do the trick, just give him a while to break out of the nap that he is in." He blinked, hearing what Ragabash had to say about the catnip, and in a way, that was all Thusula knew too. "This is catnip, and yes, that of what you said is true, so I would advise not to take a whiff of them unless you want to enter the same state as he is. There's another herb that works sort of like this, chickweed, but much less powerful than this one."
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 20:39:08 GMT -6
Ragabash's breath ruffled Vermeil's whiskers, which eventually caused him to return to consciousness. He blinked sleepily, and soon noticed that another tabby had appeared.
"Oh, hello," the Shaman meowed. "When did you get here? Strange. I didn't think I had been napping that long." Although Ver seemed to have mostly returned to normal, he was still behaving somewhat oddly. The ginger tabby heaved himself to his feet and tottered over to Thusula curiously, then attempted to prod at him with one paw. |
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Post by Thusula on May 26, 2014 21:13:07 GMT -6
Thusula watched as the tabby awoke and relaxed. That was not that long of a nap, was it? "Quite frankly, I just got here a moment ago." he mewed sniffing the tom. He was alright, just still a little bit tired.
"I would have to assume that you are one of the newest shamans of the Tribe"
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 21:41:05 GMT -6
He ceased his prodding after several moments in order to respond to the Scottish Fold's inquiry. "Oh, yes. I'm Vermeil of the Spring," the American Bobtail meowed happily. His short tail gave a tiny wag as he sat down next to Thusula. He hadn't the faintest idea who this tom was, but hopefully his conversation partner would take the hint and give his own name. |
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Post by Thusula on Jun 2, 2014 22:45:05 GMT -6
"Well, Vermeil of the Spring." he started, only to create an awkward pause. "I'm Thusula of the Winter, but you can address me as Thusula." As antsy as he was with the former loner beside him, he dared not to make a fuss with Ragabash around. No, he did not want to make his leader worry anymore than there originally was to worry about.
His eyes then narrowed, looking at the catnip and then back to Vermeil and to Ragabash, back to the shaman. "That was an interesting introduction to the Tribal herbs, no?"
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