Becoming one with the plants or die trying (closed)

Condorkit woke just a little bit before the other kittens in the nursery, for what reason her den-mates would ask her, but Condorkit did not wish to answer. Looking around the den with one eye cracked open she made sure they were all sleeping before she got to her too-big paws, Condorkit hoped that one day she would stop tripping over them. Slipping by her den-mates she stuck her head out, browsed the clearing, and skittered over to the medicine cat den where Mistedsong called home. Condorkit always found interest in the herbs and smells that came from there, but she was often discouraged by her peers and was told to steer clear unless she was hurt. According to her mom and the other queens, she would be a picture-perfect warrior, but all Condorkit wanted to do was be a medicine cat! There was nothing better for her than to learn how to heal and treat her clan-mates, give them guidance, and hope for the future.

Condorkit peered around the medicine cat den entrance, peering into the dark space looking for any sign of Mistedsong or any of his occupants. Finding it blessedly clear Condorkit slinked with, her eyes wide with excitement as the scent of herbs and salves rolled over her nose. Condorkits fur bristled a bit with happiness as she pushed her way in and started sniffing and examining everything she could reasonably see and reach, though she didn't dare mess with the stores too much, and anything touched was sniffed and put back delicately.

Mistedsong padded into the cave that housed their camp, pausing near the entrance and dropping his bundle of herbs at his paws. He absentmindedly rubbed the dirt from the white fur on his paws off on a rock before taking the herbs back into his mouth and continuing, visibly deep in his thoughts as the medicine cat made his way to his den. As he padded inside of his fragrant outcove, he paid so little attention that he nearly tripped right over Condorkit. "Oops!" he exclaimed, voice muffled by the herbs, and he placed the bundle on the ground near the already sorted herbs. "Well hello, Condorkit, I'm sorry I didn't see you there," the grey tom meowed. "Did you need something? Is your mother doing alright?"

Condorkits eyes seemed to sparkle as Mistedsong padded into the den, her pelt prickling a little bit as she flushed with tinges of pre-emptive fear, but it seemed that she needn't worry as Mistedsong only seemed to be concerned. "Yeah." Condorkit said absently, not really giving him an answer and, not too sure what she should say. Condorkits eyes were getting drawn to the herb bundle that the medicine cat placed, full of different colours and scents. Padding a little closer she looked long and hard at them and towards the shelf, then back again, repeating a little bit until she seemed a little confident in her thoughts. Trying her best to be delicate she pulled a green coloured herb from the bundle and placed it onto a shelf that was also occupied with a herb that was green, long and frondy though it was definitely was not the same. But to the kit, it looked the same, and all the smells blended together for her, Condorkit looked back up to Mistedsong for the second time. "Is that right?" She mewed, feeling a little proud of her work and effort.