I THINK they're called SRPs? Anyways.... Basilkit lay on the sooty ground, deep in observation. A small, frilly-leafed plant grew out of the soil, reaching for the meager rays of sunlight streaming through the bone-bare trees looming above camp. Maybe it was chervil, but he didn't know. The truth was, he'd never seen a real plant in his life. It was so green, so leafy! Everything else was...burnt. Very burnt. And that gave him an idea, a dream, a vision of the future, almost. He wondered... wondered... maybe, just maybe, his destiny lay in herbs like this one. Healing wounds, stopping sickness in its tracks, talking to the spirits of StarClan every half moon... But was that really his destiny? He wasn't good at play-fighting, let alone would he be good at real fighting. He always sought peace. He loved his songs and his birds. Would he fight, or would he heal? His destination...was unknown. He wasn't sure what he was going to do...but whatever he did, he knew his Clammates would be at his side...forever. No matter what destiny lay in store for him.
Basilkit // He/Him // MossClan // 4 moons old What is the meaning of this SRP? : Basilkit is considering following the path of a medicine cat. (Oh yeah, and doesn't he technically get +1 aptitude for playing with a non-mossball plant?)
