Looking for herbs(open)

[Bridger ✘]

He wasn't entirely small, and he wasn't entirely tall either in fact, he was a normal sized cat. A White cat, the warmth of green-leaf made his short white fur ripple with a strange sensation he found a bit odd, but decided to ignore it. He wasn't a strong looking warrior was a better way to describe him, he looked skinny rather than muscular, but maybe, that was because he wasn't a warrior at all, in fact, this white cat was called Frostheart, the Mistclan medicine cat. As a medicine cat, he wasn't entirely trained for fighting for the clan, in fact, he trained himself in healing the clan, it was his talent, as most medicine cats found, it was their calling in life, and Frostheart was no different from them.
His whiskers twitched a little hearing a snapping of twigs around him, his small muscles twitched a little and he froze, slowly crouching for a second, and then, he rose, shrugging it off, feeling a bit mouse-brained for getting so suspicious. If the warriors did their jobs correctly then, he really didn't have anything to worry about, now did he? Then again, if the warriors brought their stupid apprentices then they were probably giving too much attention on those fur-balls, and may not have noticed an intruder. He shrugged again, continuing walking through the territory until he came across the Blackberry bushes, his whiskers twitched a little, and he let out an frustrated sigh, here he was at one of the borders, and he still hadn't found the correct herbs he was looking for. Frostheart sat down, and licked his paw for a few moments, and then his chest, trying to hide his annoyance with no cat in particular. On the bright side, he was alone, and there was no annoying cat to pester him about something as small as an aching belly.

[Farenvel]

The sweet scent of morning air rustled the green leaves softly and played through a young cat's fur as it stepped lightly through the grassy patches beneath it. The small creatures legs sometimes added a little hop to his pace as though it was listening closely to the tune of the song bird. The rush of the water was coming nearer to his ears and they twitched excitedly. Despite the cheery attitude it was clear from his attentive nature that the feline was on the hunt.
His nose wiggled and his head turned from left to right trying to snag a fresh scent. His wandering took him nearer and nearer to the blackberry bushes. After all, he couldn't think of a better place to find pray than the very place pray often went for food. Many little critters seemed to take quite a liking to the fresh, plump, violet berries. He had a hard time figuring why. They certainly couldn't fancy the flavor. The tom shrugged the thought off. He supposed it was just to each their own. As each clan was different each animal was different as well.
Exiting his pondering thoughts he caught a very familiar smell not too far from where he prowled. His bright blue eyes went wide, filled with enthusiasm. It was undoubtedly their medicine cat, Frostheart, and the smell lingered in the air still fresh. He would just have to give his dear friend a bit of a surprise. Being down wind from the other tom he quickly and silently made his way towards him. Weaving through the thickly woven bushes he finally came into the hunter's view. The predator slunk stealthily into one of the blackberry bushes, the branches brushing his long light pelt, and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike before his scent gave him away. For a second he feared that the other Mistclan cat had spotted him. His green eyes were darting around curiously, but it seemed Frostheart chose to ignore the sound. Instead he began to lick himself. Now he would strike. Joyheart hissed and with a dangerous yowl he pounced towards Frostheart.

[Bridger ✘]

His tongue brushed against his soft white fur for several moments, green eyes looking carefully at his pelt, hoping not to miss anything and seem to dirty. He clawed the ground a little when he was done cleaning himself, but stopped, and then stood up tail swishing around, he would just have to retrace his footsteps from where he first started. Which was slightly annoying, but it would have to do, he couldn't go back to the clan with out it. First, however, he was going to look for spiderweb while he was at it. Frostheart moved closer to the Blackberry bushes, nosing through some twigs when suddenly a hiss erupted out of nowhere, He had little time to back away from the bushes when out sprang a light yellow warrior, letting out a fierce yowl. Panic struck Frostheart and he let out a huge gasp, as the strong body collided with his skinny one painfully. The white tom fell back on his back, but almost instantly regained his footing, and launched himself back at the large warrior, claws extended, hoping to swipe at it's face. Then...he stopped, panting, white fur bristling ever more with outrage. It was that....deputy! He let out a hiss "Joyheaaarrtt," he hissed furiously, swatting at the light colored tom's head. His cold green eyes grew even icier as he pulled away from the stupid cat. Frostheart started to circle around the deputy of his Clan, spitting furiously, but then, his face grew emotionless, and his voice was calm, but critical "Were you not taught not to attack cats from your own clan?" he asked calmly, green eyes looking scornfully upon Joyheart. He didn't usually like talking or starting conversations, but he wanted the deputy to know that what he did was wrong. He stopped circling the light yellow tom, and sat down, licking himself once more to flatten his bristled fur, though, Frostheart still would not admit to it, he was feeling still some shock after that attack. Frostheart's tail lifted slightly, and he bent over, licking the poofed out tail, it was clear that Joyheart had startled poor Frostheart, but he wanted no sympathy, he just wanted Joyheart to be guilty for the "crime" the deputy had commited

[Farenvel]

The ball of white fur fell back from Joyheart's "attack", but quickly jumped back to his paws began clawing furiously at the other tom's face. Joyheart jumped back a bit in surprise himself, but was half expecting this response. The deputy lifted a paw to defend his eyes from being torn out. The medicine cat's claws swiped just under his ear and across his raised front legs. Finally the slashing stopped and Joyheart's amused eyes peaked out from behind his paw. Frostheart, of course, did not seem to find the same pleasure as he did. His green eyes were lit outrage. Oh dear. He had upset him, "Joyheaaarrtt."
"Mmmmmm?" He responded innocently.
Frostheart hissed again, fur still standing on end, and batted Joyheart's head. He then pulled back and began to pace around the deputy in extreme annoyance. As bad as he felt for angering the white tom he couldn't help but to purr in amusement. Frostheart was acting so silly and he found his flustered behavior all too entertaining. His enraged expression turned into a cold stare, "Were you not taught not to attack cats from your own clan?" His words were calmer but still held his obvious irritation. Joyheart's smiling eyes followed the other cat until he finally came to a stop to place his fur back in order.
"Mmmmmm...I gave you quite a scare now didn't I?" He purred very pleased with his improvement in stealth. Frostheart was still not finding the slightest bit of it humorous and continued licking his fur in silence. Joyheart stood and lightly pranced closer to the medicine cat. His purr grew louder as he sat down beside him. He tilted his head and waited for the obvious answer.

[Bridger ✘]

The white tom's eyes stared coldly at the deputy, not caring if the deputy was going to be the next leader or not, it did not excuse his actions. However, no matter how he stared at the yellowish tom, Joyheart remained to think that this was some sort of...a joke. He tried to to show his anger again, and remained as calm and composed as possible. Frostheart began to open his mouth again, but the deputy interrupted, sounded just as amused as ever. "Mmmmmm...I gave you quite a scare now didn't I?" he didn't answer the cat, thinking about how to answer this as logically correct as possible. He had to explain it very slow too, as if he were explaining it to a foolish apprentice, "Yes you did," he admitted, giving his tail one last lick, trying to make his voice slow so that this mouse-brained deputy could understand " But, Don't try pouncing on a cat when he's so close to enemy territory, it's only instinct to think you're being seriously attacked under that circumstance, Yes?" Frostheart blinked, and let the yellow deputy sit next to him, he blinked again and sighed, "Now, If you'll excuse me, I have medical duties to attend to." he stood up and started to walk away from the male "Trying to find alfalfa and borage." he nodded to himself quietly. He stopped mid paw step and looked over his shoulder, " Fetch me catmint." he nodded, if the deputy had enough time to sneak up on him, Frostheart was certain that Joyheart had enough time to go by the twoleg place and fetch him some Catmint. It really wasn't his place giving orders, but it did make him feel better about the whole situation. He was feeling the same bossy way he did when he was with those terrible immature kittypets. He had been trying to explain to them that life was more than just getting fed by their twolegs, he remembered clearly. He remembered that some actually...only one kittypet had actually listened to him, it started to follow by Frosthearts rules...well...his name wasn't Frostheart then, it was Whiskers. Given to him by....his old owners. He shuddered, remembering the soft life of a kittypet, glad that now Frostheart was a wild cat with out having to fight or hunt. His cold green eyes darkened a little, again, he thought if the kittypets at his old home. Never did they listen to them. Fine then. Rules were clearly not meant for those disgusting two-leg lovers.

[Farenvel]

He was quiet for a moment then finally came out with a slow reply, "Yes you did," Joyheart beamed and made a little squeak of pleasure, "But, Don't try pouncing on a cat when he's so close to enemy territory, it's only instinct to think you're being seriously attacked under that circumstance, Yes?"
"Of course. My apologies," he purred softly.
Frostheart sighed, "Now, If you'll excuse me, I have medical duties to attend to," The white male took to his paws, "Trying to find alfalfa and borage."
"Mmmmmm...Having any difficulties? I'd be glad to help," Joyheart rose with him his soft blue eyes studying the unhappy cat's mood. The deputy had forgotten the reason he was out this far in the first place.
Frostheart looked back at him, "Fetch me catmint," He replied.
That's when Joyheart remembered that he was in the middle of hunting. He considered the other tom's request for a moment, weighing its importance to his own chore. He figured having a good supply of would be best for the clan and it would lift some extra weight off of his friend's shoulders. Besides, he was sure that he could hunt along the way and on the way back. He had plenty of time, "But of course," he agreed, turning to leave, "Good day, Frostheart," He smiled and turned to leave.
Joyheart glided quickly through the forest along the river towards where he might find catmint. A couple times he stopped catching the fresh scent of a mouse or squirrel. He managed to snag a little grey mouse and getting side tract took a bit extra time to play with it. Then he finally thought that he should probably be getting back to his duties.
Keeping his promise to Frostheart, he came across the twoleg place. The feline's soft blue eyes examined the oddly structured dens thinking back on pleasant memories. He was never a kittypet, but his mother once was. Staring at the strange place with all of its peculiar smells always seemed to bring her to mind. Seconds ticked my as the young cat took the time to reflect back on his kit life, sort of like a moment of memorial. He couldn't recall anyone loving him so much. It seemed very long ago, but she was always on his mind. Her detailed image had faded over the moons, but the words she spoke to him were still very clear.
The wind took with it the subtle smell of catmint to his pick nose and his attention were once again pulled away from his thoughts. His ears pricked up and his head jerked in the direction the smell was coming from. Joyheart gracefully leapt along the fences blocking the view of the twoleg territory. His paws came to a stop. There was a small opening in the lined up wood and he squeezed through with ease, "There you are," he smiled. The scent swam around his head and he was once more finding it very hard to concentrate. Well, I don't want him to have to wait too long, now do I? He thought, Otherwise he might leave and I still have something to ask him. Quickly the tom grabbed the plant with his teeth and ripped it form the ground.
Joyheart hurried back to the blackberry bushes in hopes that Frostheart had not left yet.

[Bridger ✘]

"But of course," Good. So he was listening. Maybe he was a little better than an apprentice. Maybe he'd actually know what he was talking about and go over instantly with out question, and bring him back what he ordered. He watched the yellowish tom turn to leave, and he nodded a little, and turned back to the direction he was heading, moving his paws forward to leave his separate way from Joyheart. His long white tail flicked a little as if to dismiss himself from the area, and he continued through, not entirely hearing the last thing that Joyheart had said to him, and not entirely caring to look back and ask what it is he had said. If it was truly important, then Joyheart would just ask again and try to get his attention. Frostheart even half expected to be called back, but when he got no such thing, he even looked back for several moments. Joyheart was gone. Frostheart shrugged and bounded along the blackberry bushed, and again, he stopped for a few heart beats, considering whether or not he could possibly get what he was looking for across the bushes. That was Skyclan territory, anything Skyclan had to offer, he didn't find worth taking. The white tom even wondered if their herbs even worked as efficiently as Mistclan's did....he doubted it. The herbs in this territory were perfection, and well, nothing was as good as Mistclan anyway. Again he bounded, tail sticking up in the air and it waved around as he ran like a flag of some sort as he searched, following his nose, to find the scent of Borage. A few times he would look around suspiciously, as if expecting Joyheart to try to pounce upon him again, or this time, a real fierce animal, but then continued on his way along the territory. Soon his quest for Borage was over when he spotted those strange star-shaped blue flowers, and hairy leaves sitting strangely, all by itself. Frostheart's ears twitched a little as he inhaled the scent and walked over to the flowery plant, a soft smile appeared on his usually cold face. He was rather fond of this herb, it helped Queens produce more milk, it was helpful to kits, and well, Frostheart always had a soft spot for kits. Each pawstep moved him closer, until he reached down, ans pulled the plant from the earth, a strange ripping sound made when this was one so, and he blinked, trying to avoid dirt getting in the eye. He looked around blinking slightly, with the plant securely in his mouth, there wasn't anything left, but he had a feeling, that for now, he'd be fine with just this one. Afterall, it was Green-leaf, he doubted that any queens needed that much help producing their milk. After all, their should be an abundance in prey. He started to race off once more in hopes to find alfalfa, and maybe some cobweb.
A while had past after he had set off on his quest and he returned to the Blackberry bush in order to meet up with Joyheart, who, Frostheart had sent of to find Catmint for him. Moments passed on and he started to pace a little, feeling impatience prickling all over his body, making his fur stand up. What was taking so long? What could possibly be more important to that deputy than finding the catmint for him. Frostheart couldn't understand it. Why, if it had been Cinderpaw who was taking so long, he would have her taking care of the elders and nothing more for a moon, but he couldn't punish Joyheart. After all technically, Joyheart was at a higher position then he was. Even if he was just a warrior, Frostheart doubted he could try punishing a warrior either. Oh he wished he could though, anyone that choice to make the white tom...wait...would not like his punishments. He not to soon after caught the scent of Joyheart, and sat down, looking more patient than he was feeling, and the icy green eyes grew even more cold as the deputy came into view. There was no greeting from Fristheart, he just stood back up, and walked over to Joyheart, sniffing the beautiful scent of the catmint. Fristheart's inner kit told him to try to rub against the catmint, but he ignored that feeling. Doing so would be unprofessional. "Good." was the one word he spoke, cold eyes, eying Joyheart thoughtfully.

[Farenvel]

The thick smell of the alluring plant made his mouth water and dampen around he stems making the scent stronger. It was making finding Frostheart quite difficult. His blue eyes darted around and pointed ears turned forward and back, "Frofffhear!" His call was muffled with the catmint in his jaws. Mmmmmm...Where are you...? His eyes narrowed and looked around curious. Was Frostheart going to surprise the deputy in return? The white tom would have the upper hand. Joyheart could hardly smell anything past the catmint under his nose and the medicine cat seemed very light and nimble. He could easily sneak up on him. Joyhearts muscles relaxed realizing that it probably wasn't a Frostheartish thing to do. However, Joyheart couldn't help, but hope that the other cat with play back.
His search continued for not too much longer. His ears pricked up and his tail twitched with happiness that his friend was so kind as to wait for his return. The other cat walk coolly up to him and sniffed the lovely camint Joyheart held in his teeth, "Good," he finally said.
Joyheart placed the plant on the ground and smiled warmly at Frostheart's cold stare. He noticed that the other cat was not looking him in the eye but rather about him. The deputy tilted his head, "You are very welcome," he said softly, "I do apologize if I kept you waiting. I suppose I just got carried away in the arms of life," Still purring, because it never seemed like he ever stops, he decided now would be a good time to ask his questions, "Frostheart? If you don't mind me asking, I have a personal question for you. Well..." He looked up to the sky thoughtfully, "Make that a few questions," his curious gaze returned to the white feline. Without waiting for an answer he rolled onto his back and stared back to the deep azure sky, "Why did you become a medicine cat?"

[Bridger ✘]

When Joyheart placed the catmint on the ground, Frostheart reached out one white paw, and pushed it towards his pile of other herbs he had collected, his nostrils flooded with the wonderful scent, but, he was experienced in this, and didn't feel the complete need to chomp down and roll in the medicine, however, the white tom wondered how a simple deputy was able to resist it. Maybe that was what took him so long. Then again, he could also secretly have a good will-power to ignore the empowering scent. That might also be possible. As much as Frostheart didn't think so, there had to be SOME reason that Joyheart was made deputy, perhaps this yellowish tom was much more skilled than Frostheart had estimated. "You are very welcome,"
"Hmm?" Frostheart muttered, snapping back into reality from his own thoughts, oh thats right, Joyheart was actually a living thing that spoke, not just something to observe. He dipped his white head down a little, as if to bow his head in thanks, but still, his eyes were cold and didn't look the least grateful for Joyheart's assistance. "I do apologize if I kept you waiting. I suppose I just got carried away in the arms of life," Frostheart stared at him, and lifted one of his white furry paws, extending his tongue to lick it thoughtfully. The deputy probably didn't mean to, but he had offended Frostheart deeply. What did he mean, swept away by the arms of life? The medicine was the only thing keeping this whole clan alive. Medicine was life. What did he mean? There was something more important, was he saying that the medical herbs were not anything special and he could just take his time? " Understandable." he replied, despite himself, he didn't want to start an argument, he would just have to keep his inner anger inside at all costs, anger and snappishness were unprofessional and for mouse-brains like apprentices. "Frostheart? If you don't mind me asking, I have a personal question for you. Well..." He stared at Joyheart, waiting for the question to be asked "Make that a few questions," Frostheart blinked a little and nodded his head, backing away from the deputy as he laid on his back, staring up at the sky. Frostheart looked up there too, but all he saw were a few birds flying, and the clouds being blown somewhere. Nothing special, and nothing out of the ordinary. "Why did you become a medicine cat?" the question was not a shocking question. In fact, the white tom wondered the same thing from time to time, each when he was watching kittens, or talking to queens. It was after all, Frosthearts secret desire to fall in love with some she-cat and for her to have his kits. But that wasn't important at all, in fact, he was happy with what he had. A deep knowledge of things of the forest far deeper than any Warrior would know. " I did it for knowledge. I did it to keep cats alive. But mostly, to have a strong connection with Starclan. I'd betray my own clan for them." Did that make sense to him? "There is nothing I'd rather do than be a medicine cat."

[Farenvel]

The sky dazzled the bright blue eyes that returned it's gaze. It was unmoving, but always changed. The clouds glided overhead with the wind in some sort of trance. Unless the wind always knew what it was doing but it was merely the watcher who was hypnotized. As they moved they changed. Why? Why did they change? Why was the air around them clear, but the sky above blue? Was it a ceiling? Maybe it was to shield there eyes from seeing more. Maybe if he could fly like the birds higher and higher eventually he would touch the azure dome. What could be on the other side? Why was it there? Then a wild idea crept into the little animal's head. Was Starclan hiding behind it? Was it really there just barely out of their reach? He stared in wonder. If he could only speak to them... He had so many questions swimming about. Why? How? What? And maybe all the answers lied just beyond the blue border.
"I did it for knowledge. I did it to keep cats alive. But mostly, to have a strong connection with Starclan. I'd betray my own clan for them," What a strong response...and one that shot deep within the deputies heart.
"You desire to speak to Starclan?..." he whispered, but did not need an answer.
"There is nothing I'd rather do than be a medicine cat," the white tom finished.
There was one thing that Joyheart and Frostheart defiantly disagreed on. Over being a medicine can there was one desire that the blue eyed feline would give almost anything and everything for, "You are a noble cat, Frostheart. I have to admire you for your loyalty. Is it hard being a medicine cat?" Joyheart's wondering gaze never looked away from the sky, still smiling thoughtfully.

[bornthisway]

Ooc// Hope it’s not too late to jump in here :3

Bic// Cinderpaw limped through the tall grass and shivered as the dew gently dusted her grey coat. She was so happy Green-Leaf was finally here. As she as born in Leaf-Fall, it would be her first Green-Leaf, and she was excited. Finally, the time where all herbs blossomed and grew, where the sun was always warm, where the days were long! Of course, she had also heard tales from the elders about droughts and fires, but she shook off those thoughts. The forest was wet and clear. The heat wasn’t intense enough to actually burn trees to the ground, right? Or soak up all the water? No, she convinced herself. She looked at all the delicate dew drops around her and decided not to worry anymore. She was a naive little thing, and convinced that nothing so terrible could ever happen to her beloved Clan. And if it did, they’d survive. Cinderpaw didn’t stop to think that she couldn’t fight a fire or dehydration.

Cinderpaw had left camp with the excuse of “collecting herbs”. Really, she just wanted air, but she had seen some useful plants around here a few days ago. She hadn’t told Frostheart she was living. He would just refuse and stick her in the dingy medicine den to sort out herbs and clean elders. Ick. He never had any fun, and she was convinced he harboured a grudge against apprentices so strong he wouldn’t let them have any, either. So, she planned to grab a few herbs from around here, and spend the rest of the day exploring and napping. As long as she came back by dawn with herbs, he couldn’t get mad, right?

She was still thinking about her masterful plot, when out of the corner of her eye she saw something white. At first she thought it was snow, then remembered it was Green-Leaf! She took a few halting steps back and peered through the bushes. Frostheart! She flattened her ears and cursed silently. Then, she also caught sight of Joyheart’s blond fur. Joyheart wasn’t so bad... Frostheart couldn’t rat her out for collecting herbs in front of the deputy, right? Thinking fast, Cinderpaw limped purposefully towards the cats, smiling, as though she had planned to meet them all along.

“Hi!” she chirped, then added to Frostheart, “I was just collecting herbs!”

[Bridger ✘]

A desire...just a desire? No it wasn't anywhere near just a desire to speak to Starclan, it was a need. He couldn't explain this feeling in his heart, but Frostheart needed to speak to them somehow, it wasn't just about the herbs, even though, they too were the meaning of life to him. It was like this white cat was born to be a medicine cat, he couldn't think about anything else it seemed. His paws clutched at the ground a little as he waited for the next question from this foolish deputy. Did this cat also not feel the need to talk to starclan like he did? Was he that simple minded? Life was beyond just being a warrior...or maybe....JOyheart understood that. It was frustrating to the green eyes cat, he couldn't tell if this cat was just a kit, or if deep down he was a seriously complex being. Which one was it? The cat looked around the area for a moment in silence, observing the tangle of twigs and leaves, he could smell, over the scent of the other herbs, the smell of the blackberries. His attention turned to the bushes for a moment, a quick thought that perhaps they'd suddenly get attacked by an actually enemy warrior cat, but he let it slip away quickly. "You are a noble cat, Frostheart. I have to admire you for your loyalty. Is it hard being a medicine cat?" The white tom cat who was sitting a bit closer to his herbs did not take the compliments to heart, nor did he feel any prickle of pride by them, he just sat there with the same cold stare frozen on his face. "Yes." he replied briefly, not wanting to get into the details, he could list and list and list all the troubles a typical medicine cat had troubles with....not to mention if they get a troubling apprentice. A certain medicine cat apprentice came to mind when he thought of the troubles of Apprentices. Yes, Frostheart could go on, but he didn't want to complain, and he really didn't want to talk much to this cat. His whiskers twitched a little, and he turned his face in another direction, not to shortly after, a gray she-cat limped out, and much to Frostheart's dismay, he knew this one oh too well. It was....Cinderpaw...his apprentice. Frostheart's ear twitched irritably. What is she doing all the way out here? he thought, his ice green gaze looking at her critically “Hi!” , the white cat didn't reply, but stood up, taking a few steps towards her,“I was just collecting herbs!” his green gaze stared hard at the smaller female for a few moments. He had two options, he could either continue on and act as though he did not care she was here, or instantly start treating her like his apprentice and ask her questions, in front of the deputy. He had his doubts that she was actually collecting the herbs like she said, but he kept quiet about that. "Tell Joyheart," he started, gesturing his nose in the direction of the light colored deputy " What Borage does." it was a poor greeting, but he didn't entirely care for greeting this particular cat correctlty
(Ooc: It's never too late to join! Oh and Sorry about my post here. It'scrappy

[Farenvel]

"Yes," He replied simply. Like Joyheart, Frostheart seemed the type who didn't like to discuss their difficulties. Joyheart was recognizing a lot of similarities they had he had never known before. He always felt they had the same heart. His last question was going to truly define how close they really were.
He nodded slowly. This time his eyes left the capturing sky and smiled softly at Frostheart. His deep blue eyes giving off hints of sadness and yearning, "Hmmm...Tell me somethin-"
His last question was cut off by the sound of of approaching paw steps. He lifted his head from the ground and rolled over onto his side to see who they had the pleasure of greeting, "Hi," a young feline chirped, “I was just collecting herbs!”
The blond tom beamed and lept to his paws, "Cinderpaw!" Into their little ring of bushes a dusty grey young she-cat limped towards them. Joyheart adored the company of his clan. The more the merrier. His purring grew louder like the deafening sound of a cicada, "It's wonderful to see you," The deputy had forgotten almost entirely about what he was about to ask Frostheart. The apprentice's entrance caused it to slip from mind.
Joyheart began to walk over to the she-cat to give her a friendly nuzzle, but stopped and looked back hearing his name, "Tell Joyheart," Frostheart's pink nose pointed at him. Joyheart smiled and tilted his head again, "What Borage does."
Joytheart turned his head back to Cinderpaw, "Oh yes," he nodded, intrigued, "I do like to know these things," The deputy took and unnecessary interest in the study of herbs and medicines. It always fascinated him. If he could learn all the cures maybe he could be able to even assist them in some ways. However, the light tom knew that that was not going to be very possible considering his busy schedule as deputy. Then again...he did he ever use his time wisely?

[Bear]

I agree, a new element would be REALLY great. Like Ice or lightning or something. I liked the idea on the post on the drA site that said, an archive that shows the dragon forms, but for new ones it has to be "unlocked". It wouldn't be exactly "Longer" or "Less boring" but it would be extremely useful. Also making the background uploading situation more detailed. I would LOVE to upload backgrounds to sell, but I don't really understand how to post on the thread to get it, etc. Also events like the anniversary quiz, except more like...involving and better rewards. Also if you could, update the polls more frequently. I love voting in them but sometimes it takes so long to get a new poll out. Also (forgive me if you guys have this already!) guilds/clubs would be GREAT. It would be alot easier to get more views for your dragon and get more friends to talk with while watching your dragon grow, and make the DrA community much nicer. Well thats it for now, sorrry about the long post, I tend to do that alot Edit: It would be nice if you could change your username..Like in Gaia (Online game) You can change your name 3 times before paying..