Post by .Tally on Mar 21, 2008 12:18:11 GMT -5
To tell you the truth, I didn't mind being what they called a healer. I loved to battle with others in my own way, battle against infections and sickness. I sat underneath a large tree,sorting the many herbs I had placed under the tree. A tiny piece of prey mostly, a mouse, came in bleeding. I couldn't help it so I picked the tiny whining mouse with my paw and pressed some marigold on the wound. Letting it run off free. I laughed, i was now healing prey!
I kept all my herbs on a few different leaves. According to sickness. One went for infections, one for coughs. I smiled and sniffed the air