Firefly Cove

[Kass]

Originally Posted by GhostlyStarfinder

@Zelly

Feathernose swished in, tail flicking happily. It had been a while since she had come to the flowering meadow. "Heya Coyotepaw! Come here and fight me!" she yowled, excitement flowing through her voice, making it slightly louder than intended. Well, at least her apprentice would DEFINITELY hear her. She wanted to test out his capabilities. Battle moves were her priority, since a war with Shadow Clan was most likely pending. "Come on, hit me with anything ya got! Just keep yer claws in," the warrior added, grinning.

Coyote’paw
for the sake of training his paw I healed

He heard her loud obnoxious yowl and glumly padded over with less enthusiasm as a dead rat. If ya say so feather he sighed. Squaring his shoulders he lunged forward his green eyes glinting in concentration as he swiped at her side in attempt to get a few hits in before dodging backwards then rushing in to try and hook her paws out from underneath her.

[RavensCall]

Mirepaw caught a rat.

[BEAR.]

Pinedrop moved with stealth and determination towards Firefly Cove. The trek wasn't too far from Cattail Pond, and along the way he managed to snag a pawful more herbs of varying types. The moon hung low, casting a silver glow over the rippling waters, as Pinedrop prepared to further his sinister plot.

Knowing that previous attempts had failed, he was driven to escalate his scheme. The cove was once a place of gathering and peace for RiverClan, a location where the gentle flickering of fireflies and the soothing sound of the water provided solace to the weary hearts of the Clan. Then ThunderClan stole it from them, and now Pinedrop aimed to shatter that tranquility with the poison he was about to distribute.

Carefully, he planted the possibly poisonous herbs around the cove, ensuring what he hoped was poison would taint the very heart of ThunderClan's cherished prey supply.

Once his task was completed, Pinedrop made his departure. It would take some time to see the roots of his efforts take place, but he hoped it would prove more deadly than ever before.

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[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by Rani

Oop patrol? For little ol healing muddy? Well ok then! They'd been doing much better of late so this was defiantly something they could do if no predator appeared! Besides, Mudhound was good at kinda stupid hunting so this was right up their alley! By stupid hunting, they meant just having prey walk up to them. So the still slightly bandaged warrior stood and slightly hobbled their way over to Rowanhowl and Sparkleap with a large grin and a "Mrrp!" ready to get going.

@redshiftreign @5K3LL3T0N_5H43 (Feel free to post and tag me and Ill give a prompt reply!)

unsure if Rowanhowl [ @redshiftreign ] was going to show, Sparkleap decided to take matters into their own hands and lead the way to Firefly Cove. Rowanhowl could catch up later if he showed but for now, Sparkleap and Mudhound could handle things.

“want to split up to check the perimeter and catch some prey?” he suggested

[iliri]

Springpaw
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader[all perm. active]

Well, it seemed that they all were there now, suggesting Wildtwist’s sudden appearance as he exited out from the warriors’ den, catching the medicine cat apprentice’s good eye. Even with one of her eyes rather severely damaged from the merciless attack from that ShadowClan warrior, she could still properly see out of it. The permanent effect that it left along the side of her face was more than enough to bring her into an unbridled state of turmoil; even to the point where she didn’t even want to feel comfortable showing herself to anyone besides her own mentor or mother. Her deadpanned, neutral stare followed the tom-cats uneven gait as he trudged his way up towards the medical duo, her expression narrowing as she caught sight of the guilt practically lacing off his shoulders. What could be over flooding the warrior’s mind? The question was bursting at the seams, and her lips were pursed into a short, thin line out of curiosity and admonishment as the words bubbled in her chest like raging tirades. Nonetheless, her main focus was towards the limp that he had along his rather lame leg, making her brows furrow forward as concern flooded her features as she took note of such sightings. What was the tom-cat thinking? Did he not want his injuries to get checked out at all?

Springpaw could feel the words bubbling in her throat like boiling water, eager to escape. Words of both scorn and concern focused merely towards the tom-cat that stood beside her, but were caught within the midst of her meander attempts to try to shove them out of that bottomless pit that made it impossible to speak. her torn vocals practically made it to no proper avail with her incapability to speak. Her small ivory-colored claws slipped out unintentionally and dug into the coarse soil, her lips merely curled into a small frown as it wormed its way to her lips. What proper use of her if she couldn’t even utter a single word? Why should her own clan need her if she can’t even speak to one of them? Hell, if she was going to make a batch of patrols soon after this set was done, how was she supposed to tell her clan-mates to gather the required essentials?

Sure, there were some warriors that actually came back from patrols and gathered what was needed for the den, but there were also cats that did absolutely nothing all day and sat on their flanks like it’s some sort of nice, sunny day out! It was turning leaf-fall, and they were going to need as much herbs as possible if they were going to surpass through the rougher times of leaf-bare in case of any frivolous illnesses or unnecessary bloodshed from any future battles that come before them.

Against the boiling ire bubbling deep within her stomach, Drizzlecloud’s sudden words broke through the rather thin barrier that laced around her troubled mind, quickly making the young healer break from her messy train of thought and focus directly up towards the medicine cat as she explained to Wildtwist about the patrol that they will be going to be doing while at Firefly Cove. Her claws abruptly sheathed themselves back into her rounded, snow-furred paws, her hackles forcing themselves flat as she took in a deep, contented breath of air through her nostrils, ignoring the stinging sensation within her healing throat muscles as the chilled air hit her warm lungs. A nice, calm walk would do her nicely. It would help her ease these troubling, burdensome thoughts that kept creeping over her shoulders like sneaky snakes digging their sharp fangs into putrid flesh. Lavender wasn’t much of a herb that she bore much knowledge of, other than that it helps with shivers and chills and to hide the recoiling scent of death.

Such knowledge she gained was from none other than the fact that she learned while she and Drizzlecloud were at the Starcave with the other medicine cats. Speaking of such things, shouldn’t there be another half-moon meeting uprising soon? Would it bear no resemblance towards the last one of where she acted out and acted like a total bird-brained fool for blabbering out random information about the important necessities of herbs and tactics that she learned from Coldamber. Such thought made a heavy swarm of irritation and embarrassment mask her features, her long-furred tail lashing against her flanks out of irritability. What in the hell was she even thinking back then? Was it pity from out of insubordination? She wasn’t sure, nor was she in the mood to properly contemplate the information that she was now thinking about. The most that she could think about was that she was merely young at then, and the most that had been occurring through her mind was that she was making rather incredulous decisions to make, and those weren’t easy to avoid as she would’ve thought if she were younger.

The sudden quiet sound of pawsteps angling towards the entrance of camp was quick to avert her gaze towards the sudden departure of the two felines exiting out of camp towards the territory of Firefly Cove, making her blink to wave away the thoughts. Her mind felt mindlessly blurred by her fueling of dissatisfaction and frustration from the recent events as of late, but they were quick to be rearranged as her small paws subconsciously scuttled their way to follow after the duo of felines, not wanting to be left behind at the entrance of camp while they trekked through the dying woodlands and towards the meadow where the supposed fireflies laid every lukewarm night to decorate the meadow with their embrace.

Upon arrival to such a place made her paws feel heavy; almost like they were dragging themselves along the disheveled path towards the meadow grounds as her muscles grew weary from the trip. It could’ve been from the fatigue that was craning itself down along her body, her eyes heavy with exhaustion as she focused hazily on the dying meadow ahead of herself. It was almost bittersweet to be standing in a place where she had originally first met with Foxstep before he was demoted and had his name changed. It made her want to frown at why Firefly Cove was the first place in mind to be picked, but it wasn’t her decision; it was Drizzlecloud’s. Autumn chills bit through her thick fur as she trudged through the dying meadows alongside her mentor and Wildtwist, her snow-furred paws sluggishly poking around at the pitiful remains of small flowers that managed to bloom during the awakening of the gruesome cold weather. The brisk wind was only a mere reminder that leaf-bare was coming, and their herb storage was going to need to be replenished before they thrive through the cold without any severe casualties.

Or, at least, that was what Springpaw hoped to accomplish in the late coming days of leaf-fall. If any patrols that were sent out received any sort of tardiness from just the sheer lack of attention that some of her clan-mates bore, then there was going to be trouble.

If they wanted to die during the feverish season due to a lack of herbal remedies due to their constant negligence for being on time, then so be it. They would just be suffering for a whole three months or longer if they wanted to be so negligent towards the needs of what their medicine cats required. The frost eliminating out through her nostrils was more than enough to make the long-furred dilute calico feel a serve of uncontrollable fury sever her system as her paws restlessly dug into the coarse, cold surface beneath her paws, staining them with brown. Her focus directed itself towards the dying ground, watching intently as the grass swayed away with the brisk wind that roared deep within her ears and chilled her thick coat.

She could easily feel the prickling of the dying grass ticking against her legs as it swayed, the dead leaves rising from the meadow as they danced and swirled around; showing off their different arrangements of russet red to a fiery orange. The crisp air felt plentiful against her lungs, and each intake of breath that she took felt much more natural than the last.

Oriental-shaped ears instinctively swerved towards the direction of her mentor when the young calico listened to the words escaping her mentor’s mouth, her young mind growing entranced by her explanation as she focused instinctively to what her mentor spewed. The information that she spoke about the meadow itself felt rather… bittersweet, to say the least. This wasn’t Springpaw’s first time being at Firefly Cove, as much as she would like to admit to her mentor, but she didn’t want to ruin the experience for Drizzlecloud. She took her out here to teach her, so she shouldn’t really say anything in retort about it. Her mentor’s comment about the place being beautiful wasn’t something that was necessarily wrong. The territory itself, indeed, was beautiful during the times of Greenleaf and New-leaf.

Her eyes drifted shut, and she could easily see a memory hastily maneuvering its way towards the center of her mind, a soft smile slowly creeping its way towards her lips as she could easily recall the moment like the back of her paws. She had been sitting in the long grass, seeded with different portions of wildflowers. The warm rays of sunlight covered the wild grass with its embrace as it shielded the meadow with its rays. The natural humming of bees as they pollinated the flowers and cramped their little bodies with that sweet nectar, ready to take it to their hive and turn it to honey.

The mixed scents from the delicate, yet vibrant meadow wasn’t hard to memorize. The scent itself still lingered in the wild meadow even while it was wilting away due to drastic changes in temperature and weather. It always smells heavily of sweet honeysuckle and aromatic rosemary, layered off with citrus and grounded with sophisticated undertones of warm vetiver. The scent was always pleasant to take in, and it was rather unfortunate that the sweet smell wasn’t as prominent as it currently was given the meadow’s current state of condition, but it still bore beauty nonetheless. Even with all the sights and smells preaching her young mind, there was still one in particular that stung her mind like a raging berating that attacked at her paw-pads. Foxstep. The brief moment of peace was quickly shattered and replaced with a sudden burst of bitterness. A bitterness that felt like it was lethally squeezing her heart like sharp, prickling claws dripping with deathberry juice. Not only was there sour bitterness, but there was also a state of… guilt. It felt like a deep fall; a moment where everything suddenly ends and there’s no turning back. She wasn’t sure how to accumulate such emotional feelings, but it surely made her feel damn hurt that she couldn’t even keep her eyes shut for much longer.

Cracking them open, her eyes took in the vast open view of the dying meadow and could only feel that burdensome feeling sink into her depths even further. Her lungs slowly began to feel numb as she inhaled more of the teeth-chattering, freezing air. The peppery scent was almost intoxicating at the least, making her mind wander into a mindless blur as her legs began to feel like they were dancing on thin ice. The vast memory of when Foxstep and her were standing right in this very spot of Firefly Cove collecting flowers was practically engorged in her mind, her everlasting guilt and frustration eating down to her very core.

It was a shame, really. All this time has passed since the tragic incident and Springpaw still felt such bitter feelings towards the one who she considered her father. Uncoincidentally, her ivory claws slipped out of their sheathes, almost digging indignantly into the coarse ground, causing disturbance into the soil and her muscles painfully tensing against the crisp autumn air. Why was she lamenting on the actions that Foxstep took and against her own personal thoughts towards the tom-cat that she had unconditionally seen as a symbol of a father to her; he actually cared and looked out for her. He wasn’t like Smallsky or Rabbitchatter and abandoned her because they spewed out lies. Hell, she even had no initial idea or clue about who her biological father was. Was that so much to ask for?

With a sharp exhale through her numbed nose, her focus shifted back towards Drizzlecloud again as she listened to her continue her little speech, feeling somber about the words that her mentor chose to say directly towards her in particular. The singular mention of her own mother gave the calico the impression that maybe her mother didn’t really seem disappointed in her afterall. Springpaw would feel ashamed to think of such an incredulous thought, especially for the fact that the silver molly had been around for her the entire time she had been in ThunderClan. Dovefluff practically risked herself for even helping the young calico when she was on the literal verge of dying at the mercy of that ShadowClan brute. The singular thought sent a shiver through her long fur, her tail anxiously whisking away at the thought. Had her fear for her mother leaving her at any random point still linger? Of course it did! How could something as simple as that go away so easily? Many cats that had looked to her like a daughter left ThunderClan way too often, why shouldn’t she concur with that fear itself?

With the realization that she had drifted herself away from the actual topic at hand, the calico focused her attention back towards the direction of her mentor, feeling the words helplessly form and burn off her tongue every time they rose. The urge to speak was unbearable, and it only just seemed like agonizing splutters were clawing their way up her throat and hanging there as they waited to be let loose. With desperation clinging to her very crevice, and her throat gurgling against the agony that pulsed through her body when she forced the words past her lips, she tried her hardest to speak to her mentor as she glanced towards her direction. “B… b-been here… before… with Fox…” a pained wheezed surpassed her lips after she finished speaking, a choking breath catching in the midst of her gaping throat. She had to keep herself on all four paws just to keep herself from suddenly dropping to the ground from how lightheaded the young calico felt. It felt like hard work from labor being paid off as she stared mindlessly towards the direction of her mentor, awaiting for her next instructions other than just finding lavender. In which, the young feline was quite curious about the properties of such a herb; she knew little, but what more could carry from it itself?

@something. @Bean_The_Pumpkin [meant to get this out sooner and sorry for this being messy ueue]

[redshiftreign]

never tasted a sweet a poison as you have; you're an urge that can never be cured.
beefed up [tier I] + silver tongue always active.
[ @5K3LL3T0N_5H43[sparkleap], @Rani [mudhound] ]

rowanhowl's paws fell on springy autumn leaflitter, each movement in their muscles feeling like ice crystals snapping and digging into them. they had awoken hardly a few heartbeats ago, and upon noticing the height of the sun in the sky realized they were late to their patrol. they had shaken themself from sleep, each motion rocketing through their body like a shockwave. rowanhowl had dismissed it as morning aches, figuring that the pain and groggyness would subside if they got moving.

they were wrong, unfortunately. the tightness in their muscles (most of all, their throat) was only growing with each step. it was a dull, throbbing pain, not unlike a headache or a pulled muscle, and it made their head spin.

border patrol. firefly cove- right. how he managed to mess up this bad this early was beyond him. he wasn't pleased with himself, so he pushed a bit harder and quickened his strides until his footfalls- usually graceful and elegant -were messy and heavy. he felt like someone had shoved a stinging nettle down his throat.

finally, he drew nearer to the cove and took great care to not seem like a swaying, nauseous mess like he was as he stepped into the clearing. after this, he thought i'm taking a particularly long nap.

"mudhound, sparkleap," rowanhowl greeted. his voice, though usually deep was far worse today; it was rougher than gravel and wavered, unable to reach its usual loud and confident cadence. though his throat felt like he'd sipped liquid fire, he felt well enough to run and move so he deemed himself fit for patrol, if not a bit tired, "i woke up late and a bit under the weather. i do apologize, i hope you all didn't wait long." he dipped his head in apologies, turning to survey the area. he was feeling a smidge better and more lively now that he was moving, but it wasn't as much as he hoped. at least he was feeling up to patrolling today.

[sorry about the delay! i've been doing psat stuff ^^]

[Theodore_510]

Wolfflame
He/Him/His

Wolfflame stood up and stretched. "What-?" He mewed as he stumbled and in his vision he saw multiple of everything. "What's happening?" He asked. He tripped over his own paws and laid on his side as everything around him spun. "Mistberry?" He called. By now he could barely see anything. He started breathing heavy, not seeming to get as much air in his lungs as he needed. "I need a medicine cat!" He meowed, unsure if Mistberry was even there. What if this was happening to Mistberry too?! There was no medicine cat out here!

@Spooky Galaxy

[Galaxy_]

Originally Posted by Spooky Theo

Wolfflame
He/Him/His

Wolfflame stood up and stretched. "What-?" He mewed as he stumbled and in his vision he saw multiple of everything. "What's happening?" He asked. He tripped over his own paws and laid on his side as everything around him spun. "Mistberry?" He called. By now he could barely see anything. He started breathing heavy, not seeming to get as much air in his lungs as he needed. "I need a medicine cat!" He meowed, unsure if Mistberry was even there. What if this was happening to Mistberry too?! There was no medicine cat out here!

@Spooky Galaxy

Mistyberry threw-out before noticing Wolfflame by stumbling towards him.

[Theodore_510]

Originally Posted by Spooky Galaxy

Mistyberry threw-out before noticing Wolfflame by stumbling towards him.

Wolfflame's body convulses.

[Galaxy_]

Originally Posted by Spooky Theo

Wolfflame's body convulses.

"WOLFFLAME!" she meowed rushing away to get to the camp