Darkwater Mire

[Rose]

[ credit to ophelia and Weekend-Wondering ]

A foggy, marshy wetland, dotted with pines and covered in tall grasses. Although the area is dark and the soil can be treacherously soft to those unfamiliar with the territory, the bog is home to several frogs, snakes, and other prey.

Surrounding the bog is thick moss, damp grassy grounds, and large spruce trees. Berry bushes are abundant in this area, scattered around the landmark. A diverse variety of insects and critters live here, as well as small birds and squirrels. Woodpecks can be heard knocking away bark constantly. When the sun falls, owls awaken and fill the night with their song. The area carries the sweet scent of berries and wet bark.

[alec]

->> rookpaw <<-
[ they/she | shadowclan | 14moons | purrks ]
a scarred dark blueish grey cat with minimal white markings and grey eyes

with evergreen grotto off her list, rookpaw had once again been painfully reminded what it was like to be an apprentice, begging a random warrior and/or enforcer to take her into the territory just so she could see was a pain. maybe it was a good thing she was attempting to speed through her shadowclan training, she had been here for almost one and a half moons now and it was getting embarassing. now, venomstrike had been her unlucky victim, but she didnt care, any warrior that couldve taken her out to see darkwater mire was a fine warrior and rook was a tiny bit proud that she'd be one of the first apprentices that had knowledge of the new territory.
"thanks for taking me by the way" she mewed, a slight smile on her face as she turned towards the warrior aand lostspark is also there, trust. the shadows danced on his dark pelt as the two of them walked towards the marshy area that was darkwater mire. the name was pretty fitting actually, but rook couldnt help but be a tiny bit disappointed that shadowclan had gained another wet soggy place. at least it looked like you could gather moss day in and day out here.

[ @ollie @Rose ]

[Desert Rain Frog]

Lionflop Sunned Himself.

[Rose]

Lostspark
She/Her | Purrks Overlook

Eyes narrowed with irritation at the golden pelt in the distance, Lostspark stalked behind Rookpaw, annoyance flaring. She recognized that pelt. Knew it as one of her very own clanmates. Seven skies, did these ShadowClanners have fluff for brains??? This one probably did, considering the sheer amount of fluff on his body - if that was all that was inside his head too then she would not be surprised.

"Enjoying yourself, Sunflop?" Lostspark drawled sarcastically as she stopped beside the warrior who was sunning himself. She was clearly very pissed - the only other feeling was the bit of pity for Rookpaw that all their outings were being ruined by warriors who don't have their heads screwed on straight.

[ @alec - Rookpaw / @ollie - Venomstrike / @Desert Rain Frog - Lionflop ]

[Desert Rain Frog]

LionFlop

Confusion. That's What The Golden Giant Felt. Confusion. The Former Medicine Cat Was Confusing Him. Was He Doing Anything Wrong? Oh Wait. The Three Cat Patrol Rule Maybe? He Should Still Answer. Ohhhh...... The Three Cat Patrol Rule Is Still In Order? Very Sorry! I'll..., Head Back Now, LostSpark. I Forgot About That, Please Do Whatever You Must. I'll Be On My Way. The Golden Giant Got Up, And Moved In The Direction To Camp, Keeping His Calm. He Was Careful Not To Show This Cat The New Scar He Bore, Near The Shoulder. He Quickly Padded Into The Bushes, Towards Camp, Keeping His Calm. It Took Everything In Him, Not To Bare His Fangs And Correct LostSpark. He Wasn't SunFlop, He Was LionFlop. StarClan, Even His Own Clan, He Had To Try Not Sending Them To Their Ancestors! He Kept His Calm, And Continued Moving.
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{ @Rose - LostSpark }

[ellie]

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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat

❦ Mossy hues flitted across the clearing as the freckled oriental shaped tom herbalist watched his patrols depart from the shadowy patch beneath the Grimpeak, one patrol and then the next, each group of felines seemed to be exiting the camp in precise ordered order with ease… a nice change form the lackadaisical ways that had caused the move in the first places… thought the feline as his white tipped feathery tail flicked idly in anticipation of his own patrol - well, more specifically, Grousepaw’s second lesson. Mossfreckle kept the eclectically molted appearance in his peripheral as he waited, angular ears perked in the mollies direction even as his eyes darted around his main focus remained on Grousepaw as he spoke albeit with an awkward tension that hung in the air around the two felines although Mossfreckle ignored it, the apprentice would adapt of get over it, he just hoped that the tom would do so sooner than later rather than stewing in whatever internal turmoil he had bubbling beneath his pelt like the fire that flashed in his amber eyes - the aforementioned fire, however, was a positive but the mental war waging within his apprentices mind needed to call a ceasefire before it ate the young lad form the inside out and dug him a grave so deep even his large size wouldn’t help him. Angular head bobbed along to Grousepaw’s words before the lanky medicine cat spoke himself, ”Yes, poisons,” a soft breathy chuckle slipping form his white twinged maw, ”not the loveliest of lessons but it’s good to have them on hand for herb lesson so that the young - well, all who listen - know what to avoid, if we gather a few of each we can grab some marigold and cobwebs to complete our haul of space permits,” standing and turning to pad on diligent petite paws out of the camps entrance and into the conifer canopied world beyond. Turning to the tom trotting along at his side, Mossfreckle spoke in open tones that were calm demeanoured - both direct and open, a delightful tête-à-tête on the edge but an opening to the gentle paw offered forth to untangle the webs of tension it seemed that his apprentice still had, ”How have you been, Grouse - I know it can be quite a lot to have every set of eyes on you,” he had felt it, the class of insecurity and the fear of messing up… of being a choice made in vain… maybe Grousepaw felt the same, maybe he didn’t but at the end of the day the herbalist cared for the feline - nothing more than the usual feelings of a mentor and apprentice at the moment but part of him hoped that it wouldn’t simply be a relationship of eggshells and a shared profession, hoped it would be more like it was with Lostspark… family, a home, a freindship…

{ @redshiftreign ~ Grousepaw // very rushed and short post as I have been so severely busy with family outings this week and need to meet my quota }