Post by pigeon on May 20, 2018 14:55:31 GMT
The young molly strolled through the flower fields, happily humming, enjoying the faint buzz of the bumblebees and the chirps of the songbirds. The sun was at its highest, and the field was filled with warmth and energy. Amber walked through multiple patches of different flowers, being considerate as to not trample them too hard. Although she was looking for a specific kind of flower, a bright yellow flower, and she knew exactly where they were.
She had always been collecting them, ever since she became the Physician Tenderfoot. They were incredibly common and widespread, and easy to recognise, with their bright yellow flower. The roots and leaves could also be used as well as the flower to stimulate milk flow. New kittens were always being born into to Patria, and so it was important for the future of the colony, that they were getting as much milk as possible before they would start eating prey.
After going through a bush, Amber found a large patch of dandelions in front of her, swaying kindly in the soft breeze. She chirped in delight, and eagerly went in to pick the biggest, brightest flowers. With her muzzle stuffed with dandelions, the ginger cat headed out of the patch and lay down onto a soft patch of grass, where she gently dropped her flowers to lick the sweet pollen off her paws that had stuck to her as a result of walking among so many flowers.
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She had always been collecting them, ever since she became the Physician Tenderfoot. They were incredibly common and widespread, and easy to recognise, with their bright yellow flower. The roots and leaves could also be used as well as the flower to stimulate milk flow. New kittens were always being born into to Patria, and so it was important for the future of the colony, that they were getting as much milk as possible before they would start eating prey.
After going through a bush, Amber found a large patch of dandelions in front of her, swaying kindly in the soft breeze. She chirped in delight, and eagerly went in to pick the biggest, brightest flowers. With her muzzle stuffed with dandelions, the ginger cat headed out of the patch and lay down onto a soft patch of grass, where she gently dropped her flowers to lick the sweet pollen off her paws that had stuck to her as a result of walking among so many flowers.
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