Darkwater Mire

[furrensic]

SQUIRRELRISE
she/her. 12 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death ]

fortunately, it's not long before sleepysunrise joins the group. as expected of an enforcer. the youngest enforcer, speaking of -- "c-congratulations..on your promotion to - to..enforcer." she says. she mentally curses herself at the mention of the berries. crap, she should've remembered those. just a bit of brain fog, she reasons, shaking her head slightly.

"..let's go." squirrelrise meows with a glance between the two before she turns and heads towards the camps entrance.

the talk to darkwater mire is relatively quiet. well, for the warrior, anyway. she glances at the ground as the terrain slowly becomes more shadowed and the soil grows softer. very soggy. stinging nettles..dock, she repeats internally as the patrol approaches the bog, ears swiveling at the sounds of woodpeckers knocking away at tree bark somewhere in the distance. she slows to a stop, glancing at sleepysunrise and cinderpaw. she's never led a patrol..urgh. brows furrowing in mild worry, she speaks up.

"er..let's s-stay..within a yowls..distance from e-eachother. also...remember to..wash the..s-stinging nettles.." she reminds, ending off with a small nod.

[ @Neptune. @Estelle ]

[Estelle]

Her fur bristled in the soft breeze, fur as unruly as it has been since the moment she came to the world. Her eyes swept across the land, bushes with red berries apparent as they treated through the territory, Squrrelrise's voice ringing in her ears. She seemed unwell. Was it because Sleepysunrise had given no more than a nod in acknowledgement of the congratulations she was given, or the space they were walking through? She pondered the situation surrounding them, memories of her last herb patrol coming to mind when vibrant eyes fell on Cinderpaw. She felt rigid. Another nod indicated she heard the patrol leader, but an uncomfortable feeling twisted in her stomach at the thought of Cinderpaw walking alone. A yowl's distance was not enough to keep Mirepaw safe. She couldn't lose another.
"Close."
She murmured to her younger sister, shoulders squaring as the newly named enforcer stood at her sibling's side, unwilling to leave her alone.

The actual search of herbs that ensued - Sleepysunrise preferably sticking close to Cinderpaw, close enough to step in should anything happen - was relatively easy if one did not consider the marshy and soggy ground that coated her paws and left print in her wake. Dock was quickly found, the plant hidden away but recognisable and quick to gather. The real issue was the Stinging Nettle, one she found in much more abundance in the area. Now washing the nettle before carrying it was all nice and well, the problem she found was having to gather and then wash them - truly, how did Mossfreckle and Grousepaw do this on a daily basis? But the youngest of the enforcers did not want to come across as hesitant and incapable; she could not put her name or family to shame. Her ears flickered in thought as, on a whim, she bent down to grab the nasty plant by its very base and softly pulled to uproot it just a tad, nibbling the stem off with... Minimal pricking, she supposed, before throwing it in a nearby patch of water. Stomp the ground down, now, then push around the nettle in the water and the stinging was meant to be gone. Her whiskers twitched, cautiously picking it up, some areas around her maw stinging though she would not admit to it.


[ @Neptune. @furrensic - +2 dock, +2 Stinging Nettle ]