What is that Smell? (open)

[Marigoldkit]

Marigoldkit was lounging outside the nursery. The sun felt good on her fur. Her eyes wandered throughout the camp and she was the only one outside. It was almost sun-high. A bored sigh escaped the cream she-kit. Was there anything to do in camp? The nosy kit rose to her paws and started to walk around. She had already been to the warrior's den. Minnowfin was probably doing warrior things. Marigoldkit was almost three moons old and her eyes were just starting to change. Her eyes were a weird blue-green color.

As the cream she-kit walked past a den she snorted. There was a strange smell coming from inside. It was overpowering to say the least. A few pawsteps took the kit to the den's entrance. Cats lived here? What was this place? Marigoldkit found herself walking in before she talked herself out of it. In the middle of the den she saw empty nests. The cats were gone. Nosing around Marigoldkit found herself among plants. What are these? Marigoldkit found one of the scents particularly acceptable (catnip). She stuck her nose in it. A tickle went up her nose. Marigoldkit soon released the biggest sneeze she'd had. A few of the leaves mixed into the other pile.

Marigoldkit stared in horror at what she'd done!

[Snowwhisper]

Snowwhisper winced slightly as she entered the den with a freash supply of what just happen to be catnip and saw a cat sneeze and mix up the herbs. Kit or not, she didn't particularly care. She didn't treat cats differently based on age, no matter what. "Careful what you stick your nose into." she said softly, placing down the cat nip and carefully attempting to sort what she could use anyway and take a count of what she now needed to gather. Most apprentices or warriors she may ask to go out to collect more of, but kits couldn't leave camp. It wasn't much that was messed up though, just some catnip, juniper berries, and feverfew that had yet to be sorted. That was, after all, why they were in the front where the other cats could access and mess up on accident. "What's your name?" she asked when she was done mentally recording.