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[Clark]

"It is right indeed." With an affirmative nod, Hysteria picked up the petals that had dropped. "You can place everything on the ground. Now," he twisted around to face Caesurus, wincing a bit at the pain of moving, "show me where your injuries are."

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     Feeling great excitement at just finding the correct herbs, Caesarus stifled a weak smile, ivory canines exposed. But the Herb should be treated first. He dropped his things on the cold ground below and sat down, licking a bloody wound towards his flank.
     "Just right here." He meowed after a few rhythmic licks. Though the smart future had yet another con within him; complete stubbornness. He would not be treated until Hysteria had been. That just would not be fair.
     "But you should treat yourself first. I can help if you need." The thought of treating a wound sounded quite interesting to the steel silver orbed Tom. What would he feel if he helped. Pain for the other cat, fear, focus, calmness, anxiety?

[Clark]

"No, no." Hysteria shook his head from side to side. "I'm the Herb, not the patient." He wasn't stubborn per say, but he was loyal to his job. He wouldn't allow himself treatment while the other cat continued to bled.

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OOC: Sorry. <_< Didn't realize I never posted again.

     Little Caesarus sighed inwardly, lean sides moving just ever so slightly. He was smart enough not to rebel against Hysteria's words. He was Boneclan's herb, though the injured tom regreted it so. But what else could he learn before it was time to go back to the grueling life of a future? Days that blurred together, on and on until is was time to be a Bone.
     "Okay." he murmured simply, looking at small, dark paws. Maybe there were other things that he could do, instead of just sitting there like a useless lump of ginger fur.
     "Would you like help with anything while you treat my wounds?" His tone was still knowlegable, yet eager to learn all the same. Anything was helpful in this life. But- where did cats go after this life? Was there truely an after-life anyways?

[Clark]

ooc: 'tis fine! x)

"Watch me," answered Hysteria. "A herb is only useful if you know how to use it." After cleaning the fresh wound with his own tongue, he chewed the marigold in a poultice and poulticed the wound. He finished the healing by covering the cut with cobwebs.

"Did you see all that?" He stepped back and pushed the remainder of the herbs to Caesarus. "If you feel comfortable enough, try it out on me." Craning his neck to the side, he exposed a gash that ran along his neck under his golden fur.

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     Reluctantly, Caesarus began chewing up the strange and soft substance. It felt soothing on his sharp tongue, like a breath of fresh air
     "Is this ground down enough?" he had almost mashed the marigold into a puree by this time, working hard not to leave any chunks. Hopefully the male herb would approve, and allow the future to dress his wounds.

[Clark]

Hysteria approved the young's tom work with a nod. He inched a tad closer to him and waited for him to apply the medicine.

"So how are you enjoying your training as a Future? Do you like your Omen?" Omens, some were good, others were awful. Hysteria was glad he didn't have to deal with them.

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     Whilst applying the strongly scented herb to Hysteria's neck area, Little Caesarus thought about the Herb's question. Training as a Future was okay at times, but just not quite good at other times. Though he did not really have an Omen. Forsaken taught him some. Caesar loved that Tom, but he was also frequently a dumb a**. Finally, he meowed,
     "I don't really have an Omen I train with in particular. Though a feline by the name of Forsaken frequently helps me train. Sometimes he is a good teacher- depending on his mood." That cat was so darn temperamental, depending on his mood though.
     "How was your life, when you were an Herb's apprentice?" Caesarus' soft yet sharp tone was nonchalant, though truely this was an interesting thing to learn, in his opinion. His small dark paws prodded against the den floor, holding up the lissome figure which was Caesar.
     It truly was a wonder to the ginger Tom how Boneclan's Herb could also remember so many healing remedies as this one. That question would most likely be asked later.

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[Clark]

"I was not always a member of BoneClan." Hysteria remembered his days spent as a loner. "I knew every herb used by the Clans, but learned a great deal about the torture herbs and the others used here." The medicine used for torture had been new to him. They intrigued him. At current, they were tucked in the back of the den. They weren't used very often.

"Sarathi taught me." After his neck was treated, Hysteria inched away. He dropped his rump to the ground and wrapped his tail around himself. "Did you know Sarathi? He's in Skull now."

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      Clans. Another thing greatly unknown by Caesarus. But talking to Boneclan's source of healing was interesting- no, fun. The dark ginger future copied Hysteria, though his tail seemed to have a mind of it's own, flickering about to the beat of it's own silent rythm. He had met few Skulls, but was raised by one. Just a countless other abandonment story, though not quite as depressing and sorrowful as the usual. His voice was pleasant, and so wondering once again.
     "I did not meet any Skulls, besides one named Ares and some who left, blinded by loyalty" Caesarus occasionally had his skeptic moments himself about Boneclan. Was he blinded by loyalty? Proposterous. The intuitive Tom had a vast knowledge of things, but still felt so blank; so empty.
    "What are torture herbs exactly? I apologize but I have many questions. This may take quite a few moments. Though if you are busy or need help, I may also be of some assistance." There was just too much to learn, to not take advantage of.

[Clark]

"Don't apologize because of your own curiosity." Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. Hysteria enjoyed sharing his knowledge of herbs with inquisitive cats. The den could get lonely at times and Caesarus made great company.

"Torture herbs are used for misbehaving cats. It was used more often when Trash and Dirts were rank of BoneClan." A simple incorrect indulgence of holly berries would shut a stubborn or cheeky she-cat up. Whilst a mouthful of foxglove seeds would shove a sharp pain through the cat that could cause permanent paralysis. He did not bring the herbs out for display. They were dangerous and best left alone for dire situations.

"I have time for questions, but you must promise that you'll make time to collect herbs with me." It wasn't much of a chore, but more of a learning experience. Hysteria hoped Caesarus would agree to the opportunity. "I need to restock soon."

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     Wow, so much power with just the shove of a paw into another's throat. Gruesome, yet still intriguing. It made the lissome young Tom cringe slightly. These cats seemed to have dangerous power; power beyond what he knew of. And herbs collecting for answers? A fine proposition in his opinion.
     "Why not kill two birds with one claw? I can ask questions while helping you find your healing plants. That way I have more time for other things." In truth, there wasn't a ton of things Caesar did in his spare time. Collecting herbs was definitely no bother to him, especially with Hysteria. Not just another mouse brain.
     Caesarus yawned, revealing sharp ivory canines on his upper jaw. Not that anything was boring. It was a fun experience of course, though the fight had rendered him a bit tired. Collecting herbs would probably take his mind off of it anyways sooneror later.

[Clark]

Hysteria liked Caesar's idea and nodded with approval. "Let's go." He pushed his paws from under him and retreated from the den. A breeze swept by and drifted through his golden fur, shivering his body underneath.

"We'll head to the borders. That's where I can find ragweed and juniper berries." The winter was useful for one thing. Both herbs flourished in cold weather.

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     Caesarus soon followed, his medium furred pelt quivering, then fluffing up in preparation for the cold soon to come. "Okay. What do those herbs do?" 'Twas his first question asked out here as he walked beside Hysteria, silvery hued disks locked on the terrain in front of him. He wouldn't want to trip, or do something stupid.
     

[Clark]

"Ragweed gives a cat extra strength and energy," said Hysteria while padding out through the camp's exit. "It's mixed in with sorrel and dock and eaten before a cat embarks on a long journey.

"Juniper berries soothes bellyaches and can also give a cat a boost of strength." Hysteria made a sharp turn and picked up his pace a bit. The movement would conceal his body heat. "It can also calm cats down and soothe uneasy breathing."