(No problemo!!
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Foxleap grinned sheepishly, dipping his head to greet Lionpaw who had joined the pair before padding towards the entrance to follow Wormbite and Lionpaw towards Sleepy Thicket. Although he was a warrior and 20 moons old, he was eager to absorb as much knowledge and skills as he could from his more experienced denmate.
Emerging from the RiverClan camp, Foxleap's russet fur gleamed like embers in the dappled sunlight filtering through the tall pines. The long, thick hairs of his red fox-patterned coat swayed gently with each purposeful stride, and his vibrant, tawny tail flicked with anticipation as his piercing honey eyes scanned the horizon with a keen focus, his maw pointed up to catch a whiff of moss or marigold. As he trailed behind his patrol towards the Sleepy Thicket, the quiet serenity of the forest unfolded before them—tall, ancient trees stood like silent sentinels, their branches whispering secrets in the breeze. The undergrowth was lush and verdant, the soft crunch of fallen leaves beneath their paws breathing life into the silent environment. Foxleap diverged from his group to trail the pungent scent of marigold near a patch of brambles that were growing near the outer trees of Sleepy Thicket. Catching sight of the bright golden flowers, Foxleap gently ripped them out from the earth and set them aside to collect later. So far so good, much more successful than the earlier hunting trip for borage.
The young tom darted over to a patch of boulders and rocks that were generously shaded from the sun. Sniffing and climbing over the large rocks, Foxleap found a bed of moss and purred with delight at his successful discovery. As he collected the moss between his teeth delicately, Foxleap's ears perked up at the sound of Wormbite and he quickly climbed down from the rock formation to collect the marigold he had found and stored away.
"Yep, Starclan has truly blessed us with a bountiful harvest!" Foxleap yowled through the foliage in his mouth from a distance as he dashed towards Wormbite, his bright eyes beaming with excitement as he dropped his findings in front of his paws before glancing back up and surveying their surroundings,
"Hope Lionpaw is close by, wouldn't wanna stick around for a ghost to pop up!" He exclaimed in a cautious tone, yet the expression plastered over his muzzle betraying his words almost as if he was hoping to spot a ghost.
[+2 Marigold, +4 Moss]
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wolfie - Wormbite
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beau - Lionpaw