Warriors Cats Herbs Novels & Stories

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.

A cat sleeps on the stone threshold as if it owns the door. Inside, bundles of sage and thyme hang from rafters, lavender in braided ropes, dried bay leaves crinkling like paper when my sleeve brushes them. The list on the peg has a tidy script, Marek’s, I think. Mint, marjoram, bay, rosemary, and a handful of dried pepper pods crushed to dust. I pack them into a basket, nose filling with the clean green of crushed stems and something sweet underneath from the lavender ropes. For a moment, just one, my chest loosens. Herbs don’t lie. They do what they do, every time.

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.

Instead, he seemed to be enjoying this. He wanted the challenge. Wyatt finally pulled a card out. "Health," he announced, and the word sent a jolt through my entire body. That topic was something I knew a lot about—more than anyone in this academy realized. My position as a Theta might have been a secret, but the knowledge that came with it wasn't something I could hide. I tried to keep my expression neutral as the question appeared on our screens while being dictated by Levi. "In ancient myths and herbal lore, which high-altitude, mountain-dwelling plant was historically harvested by herbalists to protect villagers from werewolves, and is also found in natural cough remedies for its soothin

The herb she took was called The Lady's slipper and it was considered rarer than gold but was very easy to find in Vælmont where she had served before coming here. “It is called The Black Cohosh,” the old woman said, observing the untrusting face of the man before her. “It works well.” Mæra nodded and paid for the vial. She did not want to argue with the old woman or draw any suspicions to herself. She would just have to suck it up for the next couple of days and hope that she did not fall sick this month. She meandered through the narrow market, passing several more rows of shops. It was amazing to see that a war torn part of the pack still had so much business. In spite of the many raids c

Leo glared at him, but the doctor thankfully did not seem bothered. “All of Piper’s vitals today looked good. Neither of these herbs are known to cause any permanent damage, and I have never seen them have any short-term side effects either. My hesitation about the combination may be purely academic. On the other hand, I HAVE seen strong reactions when wolves go cold-turkey after taking other really strong medicines, similar to the reaction humans might have if they stop taking certain narcotics too suddenly. You are here because you value my medical opinion, and so I am going to give it to you. Piper has been taking the herbs for two years. Another week or two of taking them will not ma

Leon's help she could cure the wolfsbane faster. "Mr. Leon, I just got a call from Jessica. She told me that she has analyzed 13 herbs that make up wolfbane so far. The last one, however, she is not sure about. Can you offer some advice?" "Really? Let me see." Cynthia handed Leon her notebook with the names of the thirteen herbs. he took it and read it carefully. "The fourteenth herb she has no clue about. She wants us to provide some references to see what rare toxins exist in the world. Mr. Leon are there any books you can recommend."

She did not like it, but it was the closest activity to the warehouse. “Archery it is,” she whispered, picking up a bow and gear. Her first shot missed the bullseye entirely, though it hit the target. The second didn’t even make it that far. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched an Omega carry a box into the warehouse. She caught a whiff of a familiar, sharp scent: Moon Herb. Moon Herb was rare. It was used for potent painkillers and ointments, but it was also the primary ingredient for Moon Dust—the werewolf version of cocaine. Tristan had claimed his pack produced medicine, but she needed to know for sure.

" Amber froze on the spot. She looked in despair. So this was what he wanted. This explained why he prepared all the documents, just so he could take New Chesire Group to court. He threatened the company so he could get the herb base in Larkspur County. Whether it was Life One or its imitation, the most important ingredient was the Tigerbite Herb. Mordel Pharmaceuticals was a monster for trying to cut off New Chesire Group's lifeline! "The medicinal herb base is the blood, sweat, and tears of New Chesire Group. I won't give it to anyone!" Amber bit her lip so hard that it almost bled. There was a catch in her throat.

I’d examined all of his wounds after I’d peeled off the bandages, and had been relieved to see new, pink skin forming over his cuts. Nana Baspy had added in what she’d called “healing herbs” to our bathtub, insisting that they’d help Ares recover from his injuries. Rosemary and lavender and cinnamon and fenugreek and chamomile – she’d looked like a witch stirring up a potion as she’d fussed over our bath. Grandpa Attie had had to pull her away, reminding her that they’d lingered here too long already – but not before she’d managed to spill a mug of coffee first down herself, and then Ares, and then, somehow, over Grandpa Attie’s arm as well.