Sootspirit picked up her toad and then went back to her fledgling and frog. She decided she would check in on the patrol, if she had to hunt more she would be okay with that but a quick check in couldn't hurt. She perked her ears to hear her clan mates, but they must be zoned in on hunting, only the croaking of busy body frogs filled the air. Unbothered she trotted back to where they dispersed but she soon saw Pebbleshell. Dropping her prey to free her jaws, she mewed. "How is the hunting?"
(I forget when patrols are due so just wanted to check in)
She waited, ears flicking as she expected a potential answer. Received or not, after some time, Sleepypaw decided she better get looking for the herbs. Parting ways from Chestnutfeather, thought remaining within the warrior's nice of sight, the young apprentice set to looking around for the necessary plants, once again going over their appearance: yellow flowers, bushes, bell-shaped. That was broom. All she knew about mushrooms is that it shouldn't glow.
Her eyes scanned the area, trekking through the swampy territory in search of any yellow flower. Now, she wasn't entirely certain what bell-shaped was supposed to be, but she supposed it ought to have a specific shape different from most flowers. Though it took some time and careful inspection, eventually, the young one found a bush with strangely shaped yellow flowers; fitting most of the criteria, she decided to gather some of it - or, well, most of what she could carry. Hopefully Chestnutfeather had better luck with the mushrooms. Even so, when coming across a weirdly shaped thing on her way beack towards the warrior, she decided she might as well try gathering one of those just in case. At least she wouldn't be coming back empty pawed.
Returning to the aforementioned warrior's side, she looked up with vibrant eyes, a monotone expression. "Broom, and this.."
She briefly said, a quiet indicator that she was ready to go back and report to mama.
She waited, ears flicking as she expected a potential answer. Received or not, after some time, Sleepypaw decided she better get looking for the herbs. Parting ways from Chestnutfeather, thought remaining within the warrior's nice of sight, the young apprentice set to looking around for the necessary plants, once again going over their appearance: yellow flowers, bushes, bell-shaped. That was broom. All she knew about mushrooms is that it shouldn't glow.
Her eyes scanned the area, trekking through the swampy territory in search of any yellow flower. Now, she wasn't entirely certain what bell-shaped was supposed to be, but she supposed it ought to have a specific shape different from most flowers. Though it took some time and careful inspection, eventually, the young one found a bush with strangely shaped yellow flowers; fitting most of the criteria, she decided to gather some of it - or, well, most of what she could carry. Hopefully Chestnutfeather had better luck with the mushrooms. Even so, when coming across a weirdly shaped thing on her way beack towards the warrior, she decided she might as well try gathering one of those just in case. At least she wouldn't be coming back empty pawed.
Returning to the aforementioned warrior's side, she looked up with vibrant eyes, a monotone expression. "Broom, and this.."
She briefly said, a quiet indicator that she was ready to go back and report to mama.
Chestnutfeather searched the area in quite a rush and a tizzy, horribly frustrated by the environment. Luckily for him, he turned around a tree and found a small pile of mushrooms growing in the roots. He examined them somewhat carefully, and made the determination that they did in fact Not glow, which is all he was told so if they were incorrect, no one could complain about it. He gathered what he could of the mushrooms, and then looked around to regroup back with the apprentice.
He found Sleepypaw and gave her a matter-of-fact nod before turning and heading back towards camp, not making the effort of looking back to see if she was following. He had lots to complain about in his head about the trip, how it was just a genuine inconvenience, but he'd keep it to himself. He knew when to pick his battles, for the most part, and whining about it wouldn't do him any good in the long run. Still, though, he was angry knowing he was going to spend so much time trying to get the mud off of his paws.
Sootspirit stared at the cat she thought was Pebbleshell and she jumped three feet in the air when she realized it was Magpiepaw instead. Her black fur fluffed out, she shook her head.
"Sorry I thought you were Pebbleshell!" She mewed embarrassed of herself. "I can't find them but we need to report back. Let's collect our prey and head out." Sootspirt said sternly hoping to save face in front of the apprentice.
Sootspirit stared at the cat she thought was Pebbleshell and she jumped three feet in the air when she realized it was Magpiepaw instead. Her black fur fluffed out, she shook her head.
"Sorry I thought you were Pebbleshell!" She mewed embarrassed of herself. "I can't find them but we need to report back. Let's collect our prey and head out." Sootspirt said sternly hoping to save face in front of the apprentice.
Magpiepaw gave... Wait, what was their name? Ugh, it didn't matter anyways... Regardless, she gave the black pelted she-cat a questioning look before she looked around and realized... Yeah, Pebbleshell was gone. Magpiepaw snarled at what she imagined to be the absent patrol leader
"Fine," Magpiepaw huffed as she picked up her three pieces of prey. "But not because you're telling me to, it's because I WANT TO." She shot the warrior an equally stern glare because no cat looked at Magpiepaw as if she needed to be told what to do, no freaking way.
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And thus the small hunting party set out toward the swamp. The difference in terrain between the Heartlands and the Swamp has him grimacing, paws flicking off mud with each step. Ugh. How unpleasant. Why the warrior chose this area to hunt over any other on the territory, he'll never know. Padding along without complaint nonetheless, he eyes the molly walking in front of them, golden hues paying close attention to her body language and the ways she moves so he can right himself.
"Warrior." He utters quietly, barely loud enough for either of his clan mates to hear. "Tell me about this place."
His mentor has yet to bring him here. So now would be a good time to gather some information to aid in his training. Why not make the most of one outing? If he were daring enough he would ask for as much as he could get from this warrior.
And thus the small hunting party set out toward the swamp. The difference in terrain between the Heartlands and the Swamp has him grimacing, paws flicking off mud with each step. Ugh. How unpleasant. Why the warrior chose this area to hunt over any other on the territory, he'll never know. Padding along without complaint nonetheless, he eyes the molly walking in front of them, golden hues paying close attention to her body language and the ways she moves so he can right himself.
"Warrior." He utters quietly, barely loud enough for either of his clan mates to hear. "Tell me about this place."
His mentor has yet to bring him here. So now would be a good time to gather some information to aid in his training. Why not make the most of one outing? If he were daring enough he would ask for as much as he could get from this warrior.
Mistydawn's ears lowered and she gave her chest a couple of embarrassed licks. ''I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I?'' Giving a soft sigh, the ShadowClanner turned to the apprentices. ''My name is Mistydawn.''
''Croaking Swamp is the place where most of the frogs ShadowClanners catch are located,'' Mistydawn explained with a wave of her tail. ''The trees surrounding Croaking Swamp can lead us to other types of prey, such as blackbirds, squirrels, mice, shrews, and much more.''
''Speaking of shrews,'' The she-cat meowed, her voice dropping to a whisper. ''There's a shrew nest just over there.'' Mistydawn gestured to where the fresh scent of shrew was flowing towards them along the wind. ''Bitternpaw, crouch in front of the nest, but keep yourself hidden behind the ferns just beside the entrance. Finchpaw, you'll keep guard at the side to drive any runaway shrews towards Bitternpaw, and I'll keep watch behind the nest, behind the tree its located in front of. By doing this, I'll be able to catch any of the shrews that flee my way.''
With her instructions pointed out, Mistydawn rolled herself in the leaf litter on the ground to disguise her scent and took her place behind the tree.
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