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Originally Posted by alec

mudslide remained silent, rookfire was growing uncomfortable. he liked quiet companions, not silent. stars had he rather said goodbye to his pride and begged mossfreckle, who he was quite sure would not step foot out of camp with rookfire alone, to tag along instead.. though tragically, not was too late so he just turned to get to collecting. now, the bad thing was (besides mudslides complete and utter silence) that between all the thoughts and discomfort, the specific herbs he had come here for had slipped his mind, or maybe his roleplayer simply forgot to assign specific herbs for this particular one. after a bit of mindless wandering trying to get his head straight, both regarding the lingering confusion around mossfreckle and the very much still present discomfort around mudslide. he shouldnt be acting like this, rookfire was an enforcer after all, and with a murderer still roaming the forest, he ought to focus on more than the way mudslide reminded him of his mother and mossfreckle made him feel weird sometimes. a sign escaped rooks maw and he almost (focus on ALMOST) stumbled over a thick stick. 'might as well' there was no battle in the foreseeable future, but cats managed to break their limbs all the time..
for simplicities sake, rookfire decided to just collect chervil, he had spent an awful lot of time just wandering around and at least he knew where he could find that around here. chervil was collected easily enough, it wasnt his favourite herb for no reason, and he was back to thinking about something else to collect.


[ rolls: 3x for chervil: 13, 15, 18. open slots: 4 ]
[ collected: 1 sturdy stick, 3 chervil ]

Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\15 moons\Shadowclan
"I miss the yellow. I miss the yellin' and the shake downs."


Lybirds Lullaby [ACTIVE] Mind Reader [ACTIVE]
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Mudslide was more than happy that Rookfire hadn't decided to fill the air with useless and uncomfortable conversation, it was probably one of the best things about this outing. The wet soil in the area was probably the closest Shadowclan would ever be to getting back in there marshy territory. It's not like she missed it, but feeling a wet undertone to the ground made her oddly nostalgic. It was weird but not entirely unwelcome?

Since Mudslide already had two clumps of moss in her jaws, she decided to give herself something a bit more interesting to look for. The only herbs she knew of were limited to three, including moss, and she had no idea what any of them did. Mudslide had never been inside of the medicine den, let alone treated, so she wouldn't know. That was unless Roachflare got injured in someway, then she'd be in there was much as that weird smelling Mossfreckle would let her. Which should be constantly, but Mudslide didn't make the rules, and she didn't want to, not clan rules anyways. That just gave cats a reason to question her, the last thing she wanted.

The she-cat lingered around the bases of cedar trees, her blue eyes wide in her tireless search for anything remotely interesting and comfortably new. Then she saw something, tall and stalky and leaves that fanned out like a feather. Er... More like a tail. It was green and perhaps smelly enough to be considered a herb. Weirdly enough, it was somewhat sweet to her nose, a genuine surprise. Mudslide wasn't about to yell to get the enforcers attention, she just couldn't. So, she kneeled down and readied herself for success or failure.

ROLLING FOR HARVESTABILITY...
MUDSLIDE ROLLED A 20
(harvest complete!)


ROLLING FOR CONDITIONS...
MUDSLIDE ROLLED A 17
(completely intact!)

[+1 horsetail]


As all herbs, this one tasted absolutely horrible, so Mudslide tried her best to keep the herb as far away from her tongue as possible. "Rookfire..." Mudslide whispered, her voice barely audible with the bundle of herbs in her jaws. Just encase the enforcer couldn't hear her (he was missing a whole entire ear, she couldn't imagine hearing would be easy) she raised a paw and nudged his good shoulder, and she did it twice. Goodness, she felt like a kit.





[Inventory - 2 moss, 1 horsetail]