Stagheart awoke in his umble little den. The scent of the healing herbs wafted through it and filled his nostrils. He looked around for his apprentice but could not see her. shrugging he went to his herb stocks and began sorting through what he had left. Sighing he thought to himself, 'I should take Silverpaw out to collect herbs, and quiz her on names and purposes' He sat back on his haunches and flicked his left paw, a habit of his before grooming himself completely.

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OoC; I'll make Price a kittypet.

BiC;

Price nearly jumped out of his fur. Another nightmare, surprise surprise. For most of his life he had been tormented by them. When he was just a kitten he was attacked by a dog. Not a large one, but a vicious one. A few days later he was found by some lovely nofurs and they had accepted him into their lives. He had lived their for the past year, but his life had no adventure anymore. He needed adventur, he was incomplete without it. ith that thought playing over and over in his head, he headed out his cat door..