Seagrass Fields

[c1nder]

☆.｡. o Shadowedcall

❧ Riverclan Warrior | He/they
❧ Lyrebird's Lullaby, Dreamwalker, Herbal Knowledge T2, Mind Reader

❧ HK TRACKER
❧ [ #vantablack ]
Can't catch a break, can't hold this weight
Wear me out, tear me down, I'll tell you, "I'm fine"
It's getting rough, I've finally had enough
To the point I'm feeling like it'll eat me alive

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he was padding behind spiderpaw [pp perms granted by namen], and hopefully crowpaw too. he did not want to get in trouble for the apprentices getting hurt, and the best way to watch them is to be behind them.

"alrigh'. y' lot saw borage 'n chervil, remember that chervil has jagged leaves, chervil is a paler green, delicate leaves as well. if ya grab a plant similar t' chervil 'n its bitter, thats parsley, not chervil." if they asked how he knew this, he would keep quiet. give and get. "pluck 'em by the stem. for the borage, it doesn' matter if the flower falls off."

[rolling dice... advantage on all rolls: 14, 18, 15, 19, 12]

he kept an eye on the apprentices, but turned to​ go hunt for some herbs. and he very quickly realized that this starsdamned seagrass would bother him and his already soggy paws. in any case, he quickly found some chervil and nipped off three stems of it.

now for borage, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure that he could still see the two 'paws, and continued to search for the herb. the star-shaped blue flower caught his eye relatively quickly, and he plucked two stems.

- @namen_roodles @Rowan [+3 chervil, +2 borage]

[namen_roodles]

SPIDERPAW
Riverclan Apprentice | 8 moons | Lanky, amber eyed, blue-grey tabby she-cat with white paws, chin, and tail tip.
Heightened perception: Smell
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This felt weird. It was uncomfortable to lead the patrol, though Spiderpaw had no issue allowing Crowpaw to take the front if interested... Though, the other apprentice seemed just as shy as she was. What an odd combination to have. A new warrior to the clan with no known history that she was aware of, and two nervous apprentices. She guessed that it was a good thing that this wasn't a border patrol.

Spiderpaw paused as she looked over the Seagrass Fields, feeling the dampness of the ground seeping into her paws. She had never seen the fields bloom. What a sight to behold. The smell of the sea mixed with all of the flowers and plants was overwhelming. She couldn't help but to admire it, amber eyes wide with awe. What a day to go on a patrol out here. The light breeze seemed to make the flowers dance, swaying in wave-like patterns that made her understand the name "Seagrass fields". It suddenly made sense why this was chosen as Riverclan's burial ground. It was so beautiful and serene.

Spiderpaw looked to where she expected Crowpaw to be. "Have you ever... seen seagrass fields... so beautiful?" She asked quietly as Shadowedcall went off on his own to pick up the herbs they were after.

Oh, right. They had a job to do.

Spiderpaw shook her head and tried to focus on the task at hand. Borage and Chervil. Right. Focus. Spiderpaw sniffed the air. At first, she had a hard time distinguishing all of the scents. It was a mix of so much at first. Then she found the minty-bitter scent of chervil in the air. She followed the scent and found the leaves just as Berrynose had described. She plucked a couple of stems, but found the plant lacking on good pieces. She wasn't sure what was considered good, but she figured that, if it was wilting or brown, then she probably shouldn't pick it.

Now to move on to borage. She followed the familiar scent of the plant, then stopped to admire the pretty, vivid blue flowers. What an interesting shape they were. They reminded her of little, blue stars. It was almost too pretty to pick them. She put the chervil down so that she could carefully pick the stems as low as she could in order to keep as much of the plant intact as she could. She knew that the leaves were definitely important for Berryshine, and though Shadowedcall had said the flowers weren't important, she couldn't stand damaging them.

[ +2 Chervil, +3 Borage ]
@c1nder - Shadowedcall | @Rowan - Crowpaw ]

[Rowan]

Originally Posted by Wingnettle

Starrypaw
Riverclan | 11 moons
Mind Reader, Lucky Duck 3

Starrypaw looked at Rowanmane with a spark of disappointment in her eyes, though she made sure to cancel it as soon as she realized it. It isn't his fault he doesn't know... of course we can't remember each cat's place. What a stupid question... She thought with sadness, staring down at the ground under her paws.

The white bengal raised her gaze back to the warrior once he offered her another way to honor Elderkit. She glanced around, now noticing the tiny little flowers sprouting from the rich grass like tiny stars in a green sea. They are so... beautiful..

Silently, she padded forward and stayed still for some time. How much, she couldn't remember.
Her paws planted in the ground, she kept her head high as the strong wind ruffled her fur and moved her tail around. It was peaceful, almost like a blessing from Starclan. Starclan... are you watching now?

"...Elderkit..." She whispered, imagining the word being carried away by the wind as if it was a leaf. She gathered courage, inspired and let her voice come out without control.
"My sister... I love you so much. You were my only family, my shoulder, my friend. And please, know that you're not forgotten..." She prayed, letting warm tears wet her cheeks.

"Today, I make an oath before you and all of Starclan." She recited, opening slightly her eyes against the breeze, in a low but steady voice.
"I will become stronger, braver, for you. I will hunt prey and fight my demons. I will chase the birds, maybe trying to get closer to you, and find the bird that took you away from me." This is a promise, Elderkit. Hear me out, please...


"I swear it by Starclan."

(OH GOSH I WAS SURE I'D REPLIED)

• he/him • 48 moons • riverclan/warrior •
killer aptitude t2, primal instincts

RowanMane didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just… watched.

StarryPaw stood with her head high and her voice steady, and something about it clutched at his chest. Not in the same gut-punch kind of grief she was feeling—no, hers was raw and blazing. His was quieter. She wasn’t a kit anymore. She wasn’t even just an apprentice in mourning. She was changing, right there before his eyes. Becoming something sharp and bright, forged in the middle of her own pain.

And he was proud. Stars, he was proud. Even if he’d never admit it out loud.

RowanMane’s jaw tensed as he blinked against the sting behind his eyes. He’d never had a daughter. Would’ve said he wasn’t made for it, if someone had asked. But if he did... he thought maybe, maybe—she’d look a little like the cat standing in front of him now. Stubborn. Brave. Full of fight.

When she finished her vow, RowanMane took a slow step forward, not speaking right away. He bent down to the grass, picked one of the small purple flowers with careful teeth, and padded up beside her to place it gently on the same patch of earth. “For ElderKit,” he echoed, soft as breath. A pause. “Ya ain’ alone, y’know. Even if it feels like it.”

“…Ya’ve go’ a fire in you, kid,” he said, voice low and steady. “The kind mo’ cats spend their whole lives chasin’. ElderKit…she’s watchin’. StarClan too, n’ I’ll bet my last whisker yer sister heard ya. …’m proud of ya kiddo.” The promise she made, all she said…that took guts. He’d know.

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