Warriors Cats Herbs List Novels & Stories

What is this massive warrior talking about? "I was worried the simple herbs would not be enough gold," Theo says, sitting back down on the stool and dropping two massive leather sacks right at my feet. "So I ran a scrying search on what a female needs. I got you more healing balms. A heated river-stone bottle." He pulls the items out one by one. "Pain rub. A huge assortment of sweet herbal teas. Lip balm for when your teeth clench in pain. And cotton pads for different flows." I stare at the pile, my mouth wide open.

I asked Catherine who was patting my back to calm me down but the rage my wolf was feeling was too hard to fight back. “The potion is too strong but you have to be strong and not let your wolf shift,” Asher warned me, looking at my nails warily. “His nails are turning blue which is a good sign.” I was so confused about what the fuck he was talking about and why I never heard about such a potion before. Our warriors were wounded in the wars but Asher didn’t use such medicine ever. “The herbs are working,” Catherine heaved a sigh, looking at me with a faint smile.

Jumping to my feet, I grabbed the herbs I had collected early on in the day, and double-checked the list I had made to make sure I had collected everything needed for this upcoming moment. Buckbruch - Inflammatory for Mama's feet. Cattail - Antiseptic in case of open wounds. Dandelion - Diuretic to help Mama relieve her bladder. Elderflower - (Flowers only) Relief for constipation after the labor. Flaxseed - To help Mama keep a constant flow of breast milk. Lavender - To calm Mama and help her through this labor.

he says, nodding to the right. We step onto a well-worn path carpeted in deep green moss. As we move, he gestures toward patches along the way. “Lavender, chamomile, yarrow,” he says, pointing to beds of thick-stemmed herbs. “Good for sleep. For healing. Over there, mint and rosemary. And just ahead—belladonna, foxglove. They’ll kill you if you don’t know what you’re doing.” He says it like a warning, but there’s no threat behind it.

Before he can react, I stood up and ran for the herbs. I giggled when I heard a growl but I know he wouldn’t had let me go. I was looking for that special herbs, chervil, they’re known for their properties and are used for centuries. I found chervil, took them and cobnuts. I made an ointment by pounding them in stones.

“I always get uneasy when the warriors leave like this and we’re left alone.” “I do too,” I replied, trying to sound light as I leaned against the counter. “But they’ll be back soon. And we’re not alone, we have two alphas with us.” She nodded, and we talked about trivial things for a few minutes: the weather, winter supplies, the reorganization of the pantries. I answered, asked questions, smiled at the right moments. On the outside, I functioned perfectly. Inside, I was counting time. While Nara became distracted explaining something about dried roots and calming infusions, my eyes scanned the shelves. I recognized the herbs almost immediately. It wasn’t difficult. Like an assassin, I had

he confessed, and I became more than curious. "We are werewolves, and we heal fast, so what do you need all these for?” I asked suspiciously. I saw him pause, his hands became shaky for a while before they returned normally. I know this man to be hushed and honorable, but still, at that, I can't just let my guard down. This pack, they are my family and I had sworn to protect all of them to the fullest without the exemption of anybody except traitors. “My lord, some of these herbs are used for treating wolfsbane. I see we are going to war soon, so I wanted to be offered more help since I am just an old man” he explained and there was a clear meaning in them.

“Now we will label it and then store it. Not everything is used the moment it’s made. A good healer prepares for the storms before they arrive.” She handed the jar over to me, I collected it gently and placed it on the shelf. Olivia brought out a new herb “This is borage,” she said. “It is good for the heart. It strengthens courage. We add it in tea before battles or full moons. Some wolves need more of it than others.” I touched one of the petals. It was softer than I expected. “Have you treated many warriors?” I asked, staring at her. “Hundreds,” she replied. “Some came with broken bones, others when their wolves were extremely injured.

Luna meows in what sounds like agreement. I lean back against the couch cushions, fatigue weighing heavily on my shoulders. But I can’t just sit here and bleed. Not when I have another option. Standing carefully, I shuffle toward my back door, the cat following at my heels. Behind the cottage, hidden from the settlement’s view, lies my secret garden. Rows of carefully tended herbs grow in neat lines, each one planted and nurtured by my own hands. Moonbell, silverleaf, crimson sage, and dozens of others that most pack members can’t even name.

First, I need to stimulate and strengthen his organs— mainly kidneys and liver. God, I need to put my hands into that disgusting ball. How many herbs did you find anyways— there are a lot and many different kinds...! Milk Thistle, Marshmallow Root, Parsley, Gynostemma, Beetroot, Ginger— adding Alpha Fenrir’s condensed mana, I think he would be able to withstand the atropine, scopolamine and hyoscyamine. Cutting off the necessary parts from their stem, roots etc. with dad’s dagger, I crush and compress them to a small pill with my palms, throwing them into a cup to dissolve.