Warriors Cats Herbs List Novelas e Histórias

“I brought you something. Herbs to make you feel better.” Gladia’s lips curled back in a sneer as she pulled on a shirt and pants. “Persistent little witch,” she muttered, yanking the door open with dramatic flair and smirking at Kerri as if the nurse had arrived to amuse her. Kerri held out a bundle of herbs tied with twine, a smile pulling at her lips. “Peace offering. Vervain. Angelica. And a touch of rosemary. This should calm your weary mind.”

At the end, she had to explain the look, type, smell, height, and other details related to the herbs, which really helped in my understanding in detail. I observed her holding her left arm from time to time. “Tell me what else we have to do. We will do it; you can just instruct us,” I said, taking the command. One of the herbs had to be ground and fed to the warriors. The other had to be used as a paste. “Before you all start accusing me of planning against you all. Let me tell you that after having these herbs, all the patients will get a high fever as their body will start fighting with the venom before calming down the temperature.”

Farmers, hunters, healers—all gathered in silence. From inside the circle emerged Catrin, the human elder who tied threads with Elara earlier. She carried a wooden box. She began: “In this box are seeds. Seeds of wheat, barley, wolfroot, mountain herbs. Inside each, the promise: to grow together.” She handed the box to Rhys. He opened it—dozens of small burlap pouches inside. Goran stepped forward: “And in these pouches—rune-salts of ward and healing—made by both herbalist and shifter-runecarver.”

There was really no need for me to be here at the mansion. “Take these herbs, Alpha John. They will help with the pain,” one of the maids whispered as she placed a small bundle of dried herbs on the round table, beside a cup of water. I hesitated, wondering when I asked for these. She bowed her head respectfully and turned to leave, her footsteps soft on the floor. One of the warriors quickly grabbed the herbs, holding them out to me. “Alpha John, you need to take this; it’s important for your health right now,” the warrior urged, his deep baritone voice filled with authority.

His penetrating gaze made me feel guilty. I do know what they can do to me. To my feline. Wolfsbane isn’t just for werewolves, it's very effective on werecats too. The pills are cut with a combination of amphetamines, wolfsbane, and Nightshade. Two highly poisonous substances. Low doses or not, that concoction should only be taken on a low and as-needed basis. Long-term or overuse can put my feline into hibernation or worse, slowly kill her. “It inhibits your mind, blocks your spirit animal.” He answers for me when I say nothing.

I need to treat it so it doesn't get infected, that’s if it hasn't already. I could see Turmeric powder, Evening primrose powder, Flax flower, Tea tree oil, Echinacea, Grapeseed extract, Lavender, and Chamomile on the shelf across the room so I moved close to it. From what I have learned from Indigo. None of these herbs can heal my deep wounds, my wolf should do that. But the grape seed extract can come close. It can help fight bacteria and that is something I better not come up with on my journey.

“And you survived all three times.” “That’s because wolves heal fast.” I finally laughed quietly for the first time that night. The room relaxed a little after that. Even Mira smiled slightly while organizing the books on the table. After everything that happened recently, the normal conversation almost felt strange. Damon sat beside me and looked toward Maya. “What herbs did you actually use?” Maya lifted her chin proudly. “Lavender root, silver leaf, moon grass, and—” “Moon grass?” Mira interrupted immediately.

Ryker slid out, as though on cue. “Get me every Salutary you can lay your hands on, have them go into the garden and grab as many Slippery Elms, Ashwagandhas, Goldenseals, Dandelion roots, and whatever other herbs are best to relieve pain and eradicate poison, without side effects. Have them bring all their potions immediately!” He barked out. He was fine! Thank goodness.

She and Naviah would have to keep sharp on their own. Her eyes scanned the rows of stalls. A butcher swung his cleaver down with a wet crack. A woman haggled over a jar of honey. For a fleeting moment, Evelyn almost let herself breathe. “Dried herbs,” Aleta whispered, tugging her toward a table lined with bundles of sage, thyme, and willow bark. “These will help Kael.”

Even with the moon as a source of light, along with the lights inside the castle, I can see him sweating and acting like he doesn't know what I'm talking about when he was the one who brought it up. "Yeye," I say sternly and cross my arms over my chest. "You better tell me, or I will not let Takkar give you the herbs you took. And I know you took some when you left that day." The day he left for his journey was when Takkar told me some of his rare herbs, such as Thimbleberry, Sweet Ribwort, and Silkweed, were plucked. Each of them is deadly but has a sweet scent that sometimes confuses their cousins - the Moutain Red Snowdrops, Windroot, and the Fluxroot. The three poisonous plants are used