Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer
she/her | 40 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye (left gouged out)] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Lostspark - @Rose ] [Magpiepaw - @Marigoldwhisper ]
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Mistlewhisker padded out into the territory, listening to the chattering apprentice that yapped in Lostspark's voice. How Lostspark and Darkfall managed to have children with such polarized personalities, she would never know. She imagined the former mates didn't get much sleep during the thirteen's childhood. Stars.
Arriving at Herondive Hollow, the first thing Mistlewhisker noticed was the scent of two outsiders. She held up a tail for the rest of her patrol to stop, parting her jaws to scent the air. It was stale, as though whatever had transpired here had moved on. She frowned, tail twitching behind her. The roots of a large pine tree held the very stale scent of sickness, causing Mistlewhisker to frown. She turned to Lostspark. "Outsiders were here, but they seem to have moved on. I think one of them was sick." She gestured to the roots so the medicine cat could take a sniff if she wanted.
Mistlewhisker jerked her head at the apprentices. "Start marking around here, but do not stray. The border has been left too long." Mistlewhisker began scenting the border herself, keeping an eye on the apprentices while letting Lostspark inspect the tree or move on, whichever she desired. Mistlewhisker did not want outsiders with potential illnesses to invade the territory and get her clanmates sick.
Birdpaw
ShadowClan
she/her | 7 moons | 21/100
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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Birdpaw relied on the voices of other cats to express herself, but once she had enough of someone's words, she sure liked to use them. Birdpaw stuck closer to her Mama, chirping enthusiastically about her training and how Fogwatcher was teaching her hunting, and how she was doing super good and Mama should be proud of her and shouldn't worry, she's going to be a great apprentice and do everything her mentor tells her to.
Luckily, the cheery apprentice had the sense to shut up once Big Scary Mistlewhisker held up her tail for silence, the grey apprentice glancing curiously between her Mama and the Enforcer. What was happening? Mistlewhisker called her Mama over, and Birdpaw tried to follow only to be told to start scenting the border with Magpiepaw. Oh, she could do that! "Okie dokie!" She chirped, toddling over to a scent marker that was sorta stale and beginning to rub her chin over it. The rough texture of the bark was nice against her skin! Birdpaw smiled at Magpiepaw, giving the older apprentice a chipper wave of her tail. "Hi! I'm Birdpaw."
Magpiepaw followed suit, having to practically gallop to keep up with the others. Ugh, how horrible it was to be as short as a late blooming tree. Haha, sike! This was awesome! That just meant she'd probably have stronger legs, then she could run twice as fast.
As Mistlewhisker raised her tail, Magpiepaw skidded to a very ungracefully halt. Once the tingling of her paw pads finally stopped, she adjusted her position, raising her head a bit higher as she tried to see what Mistlewhisker made them stop for.
Also, why the heck did it smell like rotting lemons in here? Gross! Outsiders? Dang it, they missed them. Magpiepaw would've loved to rip one of them apart, now that would be a day worth living for!
Oh, instructions. Magpiepaw departed from the two older cats as she made her way to the border markers. It was almost concerning how faded and dull they were. They smelt nothing of Shadowclan. The small she-cat wrinkled her nose at the sight before practically rolling in the markers, shaking her pelt every so often to rid it of dirt.
Then Birdpaw was talking to her. Well, of course she was, Magpiepaw was very interesting, probably the best cat to talk to in the whole world. "Heya," she smiled toothily at the other apprentice. This cat seemed to be spilling rays of sunshine right from her maw. Magpiepaw wondered if the she-cat had gotten into a fight before or if she could handle one. "Nice to meet."
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer
she/her | 40 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye (left gouged out)] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Lostspark - @Rose ] [Magpiepaw - @Marigoldwhisper ]
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Mistlewhisker padded out into the territory, listening to the chattering apprentice that yapped in Lostspark's voice. How Lostspark and Darkfall managed to have children with such polarized personalities, she would never know. She imagined the former mates didn't get much sleep during the thirteen's childhood. Stars.
Arriving at Herondive Hollow, the first thing Mistlewhisker noticed was the scent of two outsiders. She held up a tail for the rest of her patrol to stop, parting her jaws to scent the air. It was stale, as though whatever had transpired here had moved on. She frowned, tail twitching behind her. The roots of a large pine tree held the very stale scent of sickness, causing Mistlewhisker to frown. She turned to Lostspark. "Outsiders were here, but they seem to have moved on. I think one of them was sick." She gestured to the roots so the medicine cat could take a sniff if she wanted.
Mistlewhisker jerked her head at the apprentices. "Start marking around here, but do not stray. The border has been left too long." Mistlewhisker began scenting the border herself, keeping an eye on the apprentices while letting Lostspark inspect the tree or move on, whichever she desired. Mistlewhisker did not want outsiders with potential illnesses to invade the territory and get her clanmates sick.
Birdpaw
ShadowClan
she/her | 7 moons | 21/100
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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Birdpaw relied on the voices of other cats to express herself, but once she had enough of someone's words, she sure liked to use them. Birdpaw stuck closer to her Mama, chirping enthusiastically about her training and how Fogwatcher was teaching her hunting, and how she was doing super good and Mama should be proud of her and shouldn't worry, she's going to be a great apprentice and do everything her mentor tells her to.
Luckily, the cheery apprentice had the sense to shut up once Big Scary Mistlewhisker held up her tail for silence, the grey apprentice glancing curiously between her Mama and the Enforcer. What was happening? Mistlewhisker called her Mama over, and Birdpaw tried to follow only to be told to start scenting the border with Magpiepaw. Oh, she could do that! "Okie dokie!" She chirped, toddling over to a scent marker that was sorta stale and beginning to rub her chin over it. The rough texture of the bark was nice against her skin! Birdpaw smiled at Magpiepaw, giving the older apprentice a chipper wave of her tail. "Hi! I'm Birdpaw."
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Magpiepaw
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"Why pick them when I can do it so much better?"
Magpiepaw followed suit, having to practically gallop to keep up with the others. Ugh, how horrible it was to be as short as a late blooming tree. Haha, sike! This was awesome! That just meant she'd probably have stronger legs, then she could run twice as fast.
As Mistlewhisker raised her tail, Magpiepaw skidded to a very ungracefully halt. Once the tingling of her paw pads finally stopped, she adjusted her position, raising her head a bit higher as she tried to see what Mistlewhisker made them stop for.
Also, why the heck did it smell like rotting lemons in here? Gross! Outsiders? Dang it, they missed them. Magpiepaw would've loved to rip one of them apart, now that would be a day worth living for!
Oh, instructions. Magpiepaw departed from the two older cats as she made her way to the border markers. It was almost concerning how faded and dull they were. They smelt nothing of Shadowclan. The small she-cat wrinkled her nose at the sight before practically rolling in the markers, shaking her pelt every so often to rid it of dirt.
Then Birdpaw was talking to her. Well, of course she was, Magpiepaw was very interesting, probably the best cat to talk to in the whole world. "Heya," she smiled toothily at the other apprentice. This cat seemed to be spilling rays of sunshine right from her maw. Magpiepaw wondered if the she-cat had gotten into a fight before or if she could handle one. "Nice to meet."
Smiling at Birdpaw as her daughter bounded over, Lostspark inclined her head. "Your first patrol!" She agreed, albeit in a less excited version of her own voice, yet nonetheless one filled with pride. Rising to her paws, Lostspark trailed after the group, making sure to remain at the back so she could keep Birdpaw and Magpiepaw in her line of sight at all times as they left camp.
It was not long before Herondrive Hollow came into view, and the Medicine Cat was directing her gaze towards Mistlewhisker at the enforcer's comment. Offering Birdpaw a brief glance as the apprentice pranced off, Lostspark made her way over to where the faint smell of sickness lingered. Wrinkling her muzzle, the herbalist dipped her head to make sure there had been nothing left behind by whoever had been sick. She upturned some dirt to cover the roots, as hopefully that would at least ward off the foul smell.
"Infection from a wound, I'm guessing." She offered after a moment, straightening up once more. "Not a sickness that spreads."
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer
she/her | 40 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye (left gouged out)] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Lostspark - @Rose ] [Magpiepaw - @Marigoldwhisper ]
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Mistlewhisker nodded gratefully to Lostspark as the medicine cat assured her it was not something that could spread to the rest of the clan. "We will have to keep an eye out for potentially injured outsiders, then." She meowed quietly, mostly to herself. If outsiders began coming in with their injuries and died in the territory, it meant more predators would be attracted.
Mistlewhisker continued scenting along the border, keeping an eye out for any ThunderClan patrols that might also be in the area.
Birdpaw
ShadowClan
she/her | 7 moons | 22/100
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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Birdpaw, frankly, was absolutely loving life right now. She was on a patrol with her Mama, another apprentice who actually talked to her, and there were all sorts of interesting smells that had her short attention span turning this way and that. Birdpaw stared at the toothy smile Magpiepaw gave her, trying to emulate it with her own mouth. "Nice... to... meet." She echoed in a careful imitation of Magpiepaw's voice. Then, as if she hadn't just done something that to any other cat would be super weird, she turned on her paw and began snuffling through the undergrowth as she scented the border. Something smelled very yummy, almost sweet-like.
The scent lead her to a bramble bush, a few twigs newly snapped off and leaking what looked to be water or sap. Birdpaw sniffed it, trilling lightly when she confirmed that this was the tasty thing she smelled!! Now... Mama and Freckle always told her she shouldn't eat random herbs. But... these weren't herbs. They were twigs! So, bon appetit!
Birdpaw tugged one of the sticks out and began gnawing on it, the sweet syrup from inside the twig unlike anything she had tasted before. Or wait, it was sorta like the honey Mama gave her when her coughs got bad! Once the twig was successfully nommed on, Birdpaw dragged it with her for a few pawsteps before realizing that her small body was probably not equipped to drag this twig long distances so she set it down and continued to scent the borders with her patrolmates.
After a little while though, Birdpaw began to yawn. She had gotten good sleep last night, and didn't really require naps during the day, so this was super odd in her opinion!! Maybe she was finally growing? Birdpaw was a little smaller than most apprentices, especially compared to the rest of her gargantuan family. Birdpaw heard once that when kits grow up, they need lotsa sleep so their bodies can grow. Once she got back to camp, she could nap and finally get big!!!
But the longer Birdpaw traveled with her patrolmates, the harder it became to stay awake. Her white-tipped paws began to stumble, and she just couldn't stop yawning. Eventually she caught up with Mama, subconsciously leaning against her mother's flank and yawning several times. So sleepy...
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Enforcer
she/her | 40 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye (left gouged out)] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Lostspark - @Rose ] [Magpiepaw - @Marigoldwhisper ]
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Mistlewhisker nodded gratefully to Lostspark as the medicine cat assured her it was not something that could spread to the rest of the clan. "We will have to keep an eye out for potentially injured outsiders, then." She meowed quietly, mostly to herself. If outsiders began coming in with their injuries and died in the territory, it meant more predators would be attracted.
Mistlewhisker continued scenting along the border, keeping an eye out for any ThunderClan patrols that might also be in the area.
Birdpaw
ShadowClan
she/her | 7 moons | 22/100
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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Birdpaw, frankly, was absolutely loving life right now. She was on a patrol with her Mama, another apprentice who actually talked to her, and there were all sorts of interesting smells that had her short attention span turning this way and that. Birdpaw stared at the toothy smile Magpiepaw gave her, trying to emulate it with her own mouth. "Nice... to... meet." She echoed in a careful imitation of Magpiepaw's voice. Then, as if she hadn't just done something that to any other cat would be super weird, she turned on her paw and began snuffling through the undergrowth as she scented the border. Something smelled very yummy, almost sweet-like.
The scent lead her to a bramble bush, a few twigs newly snapped off and leaking what looked to be water or sap. Birdpaw sniffed it, trilling lightly when she confirmed that this was the tasty thing she smelled!! Now... Mama and Freckle always told her she shouldn't eat random herbs. But... these weren't herbs. They were twigs! So, bon appetit!
Birdpaw tugged one of the sticks out and began gnawing on it, the sweet syrup from inside the twig unlike anything she had tasted before. Or wait, it was sorta like the honey Mama gave her when her coughs got bad! Once the twig was successfully nommed on, Birdpaw dragged it with her for a few pawsteps before realizing that her small body was probably not equipped to drag this twig long distances so she set it down and continued to scent the borders with her patrolmates.
After a little while though, Birdpaw began to yawn. She had gotten good sleep last night, and didn't really require naps during the day, so this was super odd in her opinion!! Maybe she was finally growing? Birdpaw was a little smaller than most apprentices, especially compared to the rest of her gargantuan family. Birdpaw heard once that when kits grow up, they need lotsa sleep so their bodies can grow. Once she got back to camp, she could nap and finally get big!!!
But the longer Birdpaw traveled with her patrolmates, the harder it became to stay awake. Her white-tipped paws began to stumble, and she just couldn't stop yawning. Eventually she caught up with Mama, subconsciously leaning against her mother's flank and yawning several times. So sleepy...
Magpiepaw
She, Her\Apprentice\8 moons\Shadowclan
"Why pick them when I can do it so much better?"
Magpiepaw had never been more freaked out in her life. She could handle a cat being skinned, it wasn't that big of a deal, she could handle watching somecat being malled by a dog, they probably deserved it anyways. Magpiepaw could handle almost anything life threw at her, but when Birdpaw spoke it was like she was hearing an eerily similar echo out of a maw that wasn't her own. Irish accent and all, voice cracks aligned perfectly. Magpiepaw curled up her spine and stood on her toes as her fur bristled wildly. Despite her want to be oh so mature and professional, she snarled at the younger apprentice, her lips curled unforgivingly.
It didn't really matter though, because Birdpaw had found something else worth freaking out. A sweet aroma wafted in the air as the other apprentice dug around in the brambles. Ugh, it was too sweet, it smelled nothing of the metallic blood that she liked to taste in her prey, it almost smelt artificial to her nose. Regardless of how suspicious this whole thing was, Birdpaw still ate it. Psh, what an idiot.
Oh-uh, where those forbidden herbs of some sort? Birdpaw had suddenly slowed her pace. At first, Magpiepaw scoffed and assumed she was faking. Maybe that was just something this cat was good at, faking and manipulating cats so that she could steal their identity and then give their souls as gifts to the Darkforest. Well, Magpiepaw was smarter than that, she wasn't fooled!
But then Birdpaw got really tired, and Magpiepaw began to doubt if she was actually putting up a front. No one could be sleepy while on a border between Thunderclan, the enemy. Magpiepaw gave the markers a few more good rubs before galloping up to Birdpaw, looking at Lostspark.
"Birdpaw ate something," Magpiepaw flicked her gaze at the stick Birdpaw had dropped (for some reason). She trotted back to the stick and was assaulted by it's sweet scent. Ughhhh.... She picked it up and avoided licking the pouring dew from off her chin as it drop drip dropped so annoyingly onto her recently groomed fur. "I have no idea what it is, but I know it smells disgust--- sweet. You're the medicine cat, or at least you were. Any idea what this is?"
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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice
❀⊱ { The Collector ~ + 4 oak leaves // + 4 moss } ⊰❀
❦ Petite white tipped paws padded through the tall pine forest, freckled oriental shaped form shadowed by the conifer canopies as mossy hues searched the forest in various care as his patrol drew nearer and nearer to Herondive Hallow, each paw step brought them closer to Thunderclan, the two clans strung up in limbo, a tangle of tension so thick and taunt that it threatened to snap the cords that hung weightily between them. ”Remember we are looking for moss and oak leaves,” the herbalist meowed over his angular shoulder to the felines following close behind, ”I trust you all to be carful and mind the border, do not prove me wrong. Storage is equal for the two herbs so neither is more dire and both serve a relatively important medical role, if you can more out between the three of you so that no herb is slighted in gathering,” with that said Mossfreckle moved through the underbrush gathering as he went, tall lines had faded to a mere spattering as oak trees began to loom above them on thick trunked, wide branched canopies that dappled the verdant surroundings with gilded sun light, stopping his oriental shaped head the medicine cat apprentice grabbed some oak leaves near the border before trotting away from the unseen line and snagging some moss of of a low hanging branch as he stretched his forelimbs up to lift his head to nip the think filament leafs that clung to the bark. The patrol stayed in his peripheral all the while, mossy hues flittering between the three felines as he worked, his feathery tail flicked idly on contentment as he sat and waited for his patrol mates to gather their haul before they headed back to the safe confines of the Shadowclan territory and back to the camp where he would once again sit before the Shadowledge and settle watchful mossy hues onto the returned and returning cats.
{ @Mica ~ Hillstrider } { @Estelle ~ Sleepypaw }
{ @Silver ~ Bitternpaw }
[ we can wrap this up here and say they returned, just include what you grabbed and I will add it to the patrol log - apologises for how long this took ]
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౨Mossfreckle is Shadowclan’s Medicine Catৎ
it is not a fate cast in the stars, it is a calling written in blood and etched in bone
The Collector: Inactive | Ultimate Predator: Inactive | Kitty Softpaws: (Perm)
___________ PP perms granted by dino
The little rat was begging for mercy. Weak. Flawed. Disgusting. Some of the apprentice’s blows managed to hit her, but the damage was minimal. She was able to bear the discomfort and readjusted herself so that she no longer had a grip on him with her teeth. The fear in his eyes was plain to see, but she didn’t feel a single bit of emotion as she stared down at him. Hell, she might’ve found it almost comical if she were not disgusted by how pathetic he was. This is what he deserved. He should’ve never crossed their border. "We don't talk," Hazelstripe said, venom lacing her voice "All intruders must die."
The reprieve from her anger was short, as she released him and immediately began raining down a bunch of blows towards his face and chest as he struggled in vain to free himself. If he was speaking, she didn’t hear it, right now she was unloading a lot of pent-up frustration on the tom and with her front paws and punishing him for daring to ignore their borders. Some time passed, and she wasn’t quite sure how much, but eventually the struggling grew more sluggish and her own legs grew heavy so she stopped. Still a bit cross, she shoved him away from her haphazardly and sneered at him as if he were nothing but a beetle to be crushed underfoot. ”Next time, I’m going to kill you.”
With that, she turned and kicked some dirt in his direction before padding away back towards the camp. Woah boy that felt good. She should tell Nightshade about that later! She’d brag about it to Darkfall to try and impress him, but with his soft personality, she doubted it’d land her in his good graces. Oh well, she’d figure something out for that one later, she had to get back before someone saw her out here.
Elkpaw couldn't speak. He couldn't move. The blows were harsh and heavy, bruising and cutting - he felt his skin tear as he tried to struggle against his attacker, begging and crying and apologizing over and over again. But she was bigger and stronger, and he couldn't move, and gradually his wailing faded into quiet pleading, which faded further still into whimpers as any movement ceased, and then he fell silent.
Everything hurt. His fur was slick with something hot and sticky, and a sharp, tangy smell stung his nose. He couldn't tell tears from what he knew was his own blood as a sob bubbled up in his throat and he started to drag himself in the direction he knew as home. Because Redhawk had been right, the Shadow cats were nasty, and he wanted his momma and his papa and he wanted Redhawk but none of them were here right now.
The bark of the tree bridge was slick beneath his bloodied paws. His vision swam, injuries and head pulsing with pain. He didn't realize that he was slipping until his back leg slid out from underneath him. He fought for purchase again, choking on cries, but his weight dragged him too far sideways. Stars split his vision as the underside of his jaw cracked against the bark, and then he was falling through open air. He hit the hard ground below with a sharp Snap! Agony split through him once more, arcing up his leg like lightning. If he had the chance, he might have screamed, but darkness descended upon him in a wave and the world vanished before his eyes in an instant.
Hillstrider
ShadowClan
he/him | 19 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
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Was he really supposed to be out this early? Nah, probably not. The sun had only just begun to crest the horizon, and the weak sunrays hadn't quite reached the shadowy underbelly of the ShadowClan marsh. Though, in all honesty, Hillstrider kinda liked it this way. Everything was quiet, and it gave him a chance to actually focus on his thoughts for once. He didn't have many of them, but when he did, he often found it hard to concentrate on them when other cats were around him or vying for his limited attention.
The early morning hours were great for hunting, as most of the prey was just waking up. There was an old saying his mom used to tell him... something about early worms get birds? A silly saying, but he was definitely an early worm.
As he got closer to the ThunderClan border, he noticed something was a little off. The air was acrid and metallic, causing the fur on the back of his head to fluff up. The orange tom followed the scent, only to stumble across various scuffles in the ground accompanied by blood. A good amount of it, and all of it reeking of ThunderClan.
Silent for once in his life, Hillstrider picked up the pace as he continued to scent long the border, trying to find the source of all the blood. It wasn't until he appraoched the tree bridge that he noticed clawmarks and bloodstains along it. It was fresher here, some of the deeper puddles still wet. Hillstrider eyed the ThunderClan side of the ravine, noting no blood stains. As if drawn in by a thread pulling his head down, Hillstrider looked down into the ravine. Hillstrider let out a loud curse, quickly scrambling down the ravine with little regard for his own safety. There was a freakin' kid down here!!
"Hang on little dude!" Hillstrider called, not caring about being loud. Once he reached the bottom, the large tom rushed over to the unconscious apprentice's side. Oh stars, he did not look good. He was definitely ThunderClan, and from the looks of it he had been trespassing on ShadowClan territory. But this... the wounds on his little body were beyond territory defense. This was a massacre. For a moment, Hillstrider feared the little dude was dead. But then he saw his chest shudder with breath, and the orange tom nearly yelped in relief. Hillstrider had to get him out of here!
He was a pretty big dude, and the teeny guy looked, well, teeny, but carrying the ThunderClan apprentice out of here was going to be tough. He hadn't even begun to think about what he was going to do with the apprentice after. Hillstrider reached down and, ignoring the way ThunderClan scent combined with blood made his stomach curdle, clamped his jaws around the little dude's scruff. If he could just climb out... There seemed to be a bit of a path he could use, made up of rocky ledges and roots. It was his best bet, even if it was dangerous... one wrong move and he could be stuck down here too.
So Hillstrider took the climb very slowly, hauling the apprentice up the ravine wall one ledge at a time. Even with his strength, it was a tedious process and by the time they reached the top, the sun had broken through the trees. Hillstrider threw himself over the last ledge, nearly laughing in relief at feeling stable, pine needle-covered ground again, and reached down to pull the apprentice up as well.
Finally, the two of them safe and sound on the other side of... the bridge... Hillstrider froze, realizing a crucial mistake. They were on ThunderClan's side of the border now. Now what? He couldn't just leave the kid here, but if he stayed there was no telling if a ThunderClan patrol would show up soon enough to get him help, and even if they did they might think Hillstrider was the one who hurt him!
Hillstrider collapsed next to Elkpaw, groaning as his muscles ached something fierce. He was so going to feel this tomorrow. He tried to slow his tired pants into calming breaths, setting his growing anxiety aside. Surely any ThunderClan cat that came by would understand what he was trying to do. He looked down at the apprentice. "Hang in there little guy, I'm sure someone will be by soon." He couldn't bring him to ShadowClan camp--Dawnstar would definitely murk his ass if he tried. He couldn't go into ThunderClan territory... he didn't know where their camp was, anyway.
Pushing himself to his paws, Hillstrider grabbed Elkpaw once more and pulled him over to a secluded bush, so no predators would spot them. He certainly hoped ThunderClan patrolled their borders regularly...
Oak leaves and moss. That is what they sought. Her ears remained straight up, a slow blink indicating her understanding; it shan't be too difficult. As Mossfreckle spread away, so did the young apprentice, looking through the nooks and crannies of the territory as she first sought moss - that ought to be the easiest to find. And it was; though prying it apart ripped some of the moss, it was an easy find, and the apprentice took the time to mull over the description the medicine cat had given of oak leaves. It had a rather silly shape, she would soon find, and much unlike the pines of the pine forest; much softer, as was apparent. Her paws had led her through the vast amount of trees, neatly picking out the best looking leaves she could find - they weren't big, she would discover, making them easy to carry. Without much further dilly dallying and unfortunately unable to carry any more, the young Sleepypaw would idly return to where the group had first parted; there is where she would find Mossfreckle, already waiting. She hadn't seen the rest of their patrol since their departure, much to the apprentice's disgruntlement, meaning they would have to wait until they appeared. Taking a stand at a respectful from the medicine cat's side, Sleepypaw was silent for some time, silently observing her findings as her mind mulled over its use; moss, she assumed, could be used for comfort... Cleaning, maybe? And she had seen the forever queen use it to carry water for young kits before, when they couldn't quite yet reach the stream. The leaves were a bit more of mystery; she could imagine it being used to cover something, wounds, perhaps, but it left one to wonder what for. She had never needed to visit the medicine cat's den before for any particular injury, much to her benefit, but it left her clueless in the aspect of what did what with the exception of the two poisons Mossfreckle had taught the kits of the clan some moons ago. Vibrant blue eyes swiveled towards the medic at that, watching him for a moment with an air of subtle curiosity, an air she never quite admitted to. She blinked slowly, clearly thinking; but they were waiting anyway. "What do they do?"
The words tumble from her mouth like a quiet gust of wind, not quite protruding, yet wondering all the same. Was it common place, or even acceptable, to ask such a thing? Few warriors besides the medicine cats seemed to know of herbs and yet the apprentice was left wondering why; it couldn't be part of their usual curriculum, then, but was there not use in knowing the basics in the event of an emergency? Would Mossfreckle shun her for daring to question him about the use of what she was meant to gather? Did so many warriors truly gather what they were told to without ever wondering what they were meant to do, what their purpose was? It was all quite puzzling, truthfully; the proper etiquette between the search of knowledge and overstepping boundaries.
Re: Herondive Hollow
