"Better keep an eye out, looks like the birds have it out for Shockhoney." Creepingpaw snickered as he crept around the sunken basin to explore it's remnants. Choosing to ignore his comment, Lavendersong purred in admiration and padded closer to Shockhoney, "I bet you taught those bird-brains a lesson."
The sound of a distant water droplet echoed through the cavernous sinkhole, it's entrance draped with overgrown greenery. Lavendersong's ears perked at Shockhoney's story and paused next to her to stare into it's depths. Being only 16 moons, she had little to no memory of the old ThunderClan camp. "I was raised in the newer camp, so I don't have much memory..." Her gaze wandered to the surrounding area before giggling, "Maybe I'm biased but I like our current camp location!... Less likely to sink into a hole, for starters~" She meowed playfully, her eyes sparkling and lashed fluttering with curiosity, "You said you came here with Wolfhive, was that also a territory tour of sorts?" She inquired, undeniably crushing on Wolfhive.
Shockhoney peered at the warrior at her side as she answered. Huh. Maybe it was just her seeing anyone a few moons older than her as ancient, then. Lavendersong didn't seem all that old anymore, considering her words. Eh. "Less likely to sink into a hole, for sure." The mottled warrior agreed as she echoed her denmate's words, grinning from ear to ear all the while.
"A territory tour... kinda." She shrugged, glancing briefly at Creepingpaw before turning back to the cat who'd somehow become her friend, completely missing the besotted expression on the other molly's face. Shockhoney was oblivious and daft sometimes, clearly. "Come on, I'll tell you on the way."
On the trek to Firefly Cove - the damned place Shockhoney had been lifted by an owl and attacked by her own (former) namesake - Shockhoney didn't stop her relentless chatter. It was habit, by now. "Hawkcatcher gave me most of my territory tour, actually. Wolfhive and I just visited Haggard Ruins since Hawkcatcher hadn't brought me here because of the fishers." Bah, she'd actually started using Wolfhive's name instead of calling him Wolfwhatshisface. It was strange. Not that much anymore, though. She'd gotten used to it, despite Mountaintalon's insistent that there was something wrong with the Head Hornet.
"Fell into the sinkhole, he jumped in after me, got us both soaked to the bone. Haha. He can swim, apparently. Learned from Violetfreckle - Bumblestar's girlfriend? - she used to be a RiverClanner I think. That's what I heard. Eh. Anyway, this is Firefly Cove."
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❝ Leaving them feeling betrayed.
Breaking the bonds that you've made. ❞
He hadn't... he hadn't even tried this method before?! All Hollowpaw can do is stare at Mudhound, tail that had been previously thumping on the ground had stilled behind him. Never again was Hollowpaw going to willingly go on any outings with this specific hornet alone. Never again. Still, this was an opportunity to learn new herbs, he supposes, and that's a big part of his job, so Hollowpaw follows the hornet, tail lashing behind him as he glares at the brown tom's back.
Mudhoud leads him to... comfrey. One of the herbs Hollowpaw actually knows about. He'd never heard of using any on bee stings, though, it's primary function was for broken bones and burns. As Mudhound starts applying the herb to some of his own stings, Hollowpaw mutters under his breath; "I know how to use comfrey," but he still takes the leaves offered to him, going about the motions of chewing them before licking the paste onto his few stings. It hurt to touch them, but Hollowpaw ignored that. He didn't want sympathy from Mudhound.
"Okay, now the honey. How're we collecting it? Would moss work? We use it to soak water, so could it also soak honey?" He asks, gathering a few comfrey plants - making sure to also dig up the roots - and looks around for amy patches of moss while they're at it, in case that was the way to go here.
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