Amabelle was by no means a great healer. Oh, she certainly tried her best! She wouldn't forgive herself if she didn't. Although, she was more a healer of the mind and soul rather than the body. She was a good listener, after all, always there to lend a shoulder when her friends and clan needed her. Not to mention how she enjoyed giving advice, hoping that it might assist the individual she offered it to as best it could. Sure, her advice wasn't always the best to be heard, but something was always better than nothing, right? At least, that's what her sister used to say!

Though, for all her kind words and gentle encouragements, Amabelle's treatments were not for those of the body. In fact, she had barely an idea of how to treat others and their bodily ailments. Such lack of knowledge made her question why she had offered herself up for being a healer, although she knew quite well why she did. She wanted to feel useful. Better than a soft-hearted woman who did nothing but sit around all day. While she wasn't accustomed to the local flora (or fauna, for that matter), she was trying her best. That's what counted.

She was trying her best to learn about herbs and the like. She had talked to some of the oldest members of the clan, speaking to them in quiet, gentle tones and asking them of their knowledge of the medicinal arts. She learned some things; the best way to wrap a wound, the easiest way to make bandages and a very suspicious tidbit of information from a rather senile looking fellow that spoke of how dried yak testicles could cure any headache. Amabelle had eyed the old coot warily after that, especially when he had announced that he was completely serious. I- Alright, then.

While much of her searches were unsuccessful, she had found one elder with enough knowledge to help her somewhat. They had shown her some of the plants they knew, allowing her to come up with her own names for them that she could remember. While the teaching was slow and not as informative as she would like, it was a start. She had learned about some of the local plants as well from her own, albeit limited, experience.

Sitting in her own little alcove of the communal cave, the snow leopard stretched out as she examined some of the plants she had found. She had a good nose and a good memory, aware of some of the things her family had taught her so many years ago. Distantly, she remembered teaching the same things to her own sons before they had gotten too big for the den. She missed them, but they had left her little den to go spread their wings. She was happy for them, wherever they were.

The thoughts of her sons dredged up a memory of their father. While she wasn't proud of the fact, she would bashfully admit that she had completely forgotten the male's name. He had been kind, a sweet-talker who had once helped her take down a yak towards the base of one of the mountains. That had been fun, and the yak had fed her for a long while before she had used the skull to mark the edge of her territory.

Thinking of the yak, she grew hungry. She hadn't left the cave for a while and her limbs were beginning to grow stiff. Not to mention, she was getting that loathful feeling of little prickles in her tail, too. Huffing, the female stood and shook some dust from her thick pelt before trotting towards the exit of the cave. She had seen some hints of tahrs inhabiting the land, surprised to find a prey animal she was quite familiar with in such a different place. Perhaps she could track one down...

Lost in thoughts of hunting and familiar food, she didn't notice the figure that she, not a moment later, knocked right into.

@Frost wow this is much longer than expected

She remembered the snowy mountaintops. How the sharp peaks of the mountains had scraped the sky, clawing their way through clouds. The pure white, powdery snow that had coated the landscape and quieted her steps as she walked. The sharp cold that fought against her thick pelt, ferocious and deadly. Or perhaps the frequent blizzards, cruel and unforgiving in their manners as they tore at stone goliaths fought to sweep her off her feet. Her former territory had been dangerous but hauntingly beautiful, scarcely inhabitable to any but she and her prey.

While much of the time, it had been cold, the summers were pleasant. Her pelt would thin out and the snow would melt (at least somewhat), giving way to soft grasses and little wildflowers. She could distantly remember the summer of her birth when she and her siblings had played under the watchful eye of her mother. When her older sister, a member of her mother's last litter who had stayed behind, had taught her about the world around them and spun fantastical tales that had entertained her younger self to no end.

Then, there was the summer when she had borne her sons. It had been warmer than most, a summer mostly marked by her teaching her sons the way her sister and mother had taught her. How to hunt the funny-looking mountain goats, the best places to make dens, how to stand so still that you blended in with the world around you. Such memories were ones that she held in high esteem, quite fond of them. She loved her sons, her boys holding an irreplaceable piece of her heart. She missed them endlessly, but she was proud of the boys she had raised and released to the world.

While in Stoneclaw and settling in the new territory, she often looked back on her old life. The time before she had left her boring routine behind and sought out something more to sate her desires. The seaside cliffs were so different from snow-topped mountains and craggy valleys. She could see mountains in the distance but they were smaller than those she was familiar with. Although, surprisingly, she knew many of the prey animals that roamed the lands that Stoneclaw had claimed. She recognized the yaks and the tahrs, familiar with hunting both. However, the ocean and the seals and everything else was so unfamiliar, so new!

At the moment, she sat near the tide pools, studying them with awestruck glee. She felt like a cub again! Watching the little fish swim around and poking at all the foreign things she could find, Amabelle was shameless in her exploration of all things that she didn't know about. She was a curious creature at heart, bound to long for knowledge about the odd little things that life had to offer. She dipped her paw in one of the pools, bouncing back and laughing as she shook her paw free of the salty water. Sure, she wasn't unfamiliar with water, but salt water was something new to explore.

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