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Whisperingpaw turned to Floodsight with a timid smile when she commented on her interest in the herbs. "I-Is it that obvious?" She purred, flicking an ear. Was that...bad? Berryshine didn't think so, but Floodsight would be the first actual warrior to notice her fascination and she feared what that would mean. But before the young cat could dwell on it any further, Sharkhail arrived and announced their departure. Now, excited by the discovery of a new herb, Whispy let out a happy trill and followed the patrol to the beach.
She was trying to find the thistle first, but Sharkhail's announcement of the discovery of moss drew her attention. She trotted over, sniffing out some good pieces that would make good bandages, and carried then as she continued her search for the thistle in silence.
+2 moss
-d20: rolled 9-
She found another spiney looking flower, but upon closer inspection it wasn't the correct plant. Scent was off too, next!
-d20: rolled 18-
There! Whispy let out an excited trill as she trotted up to the plant she found. The same flower that Berryshine showed her, and the scent was correct! Just the leaves then. She set down her moss and set to work carefully biting off the leaves at their base. Turning to her patrolmates. "I-I found some blessed thistle here t-too!" She called excitedly, collecting a few more leaves before carefully gathering her hoard and joining her patrol.
+3 blessed thistle leaves
Whisperingpaw waved her tail excitedly as she met up with Floodsight and Sharkhail, flicking an ear to let them know she was ready to go. And stars, her paws were practically vibrating with excitement! She couldn't wait to get back and ask Berryshine what the thistle was used for!
Floodpaw(sight)
demoted until May 20th ✦ RiverClan Warrior | 29 moons | Mind Reader ; Killer Aptitude T3 ; empty slot
That or she was interested in Berryshine- Floodpaw couldn't discern, but it seemed like she wasn't entirely wrong.
"Learning is always a good thing. Picking up small skills here and there can come in handy in the future." She replied genuinely before giving Sharkhail a greeting nod when he'd arrive, only to be returned by a disappointing look. Not unwarranted, but it certainly made the silver she-cat wince.
Following them to Lionsbeach once more, Floodpaw started her search for moss and blessed thistles.
Egretswoop
35 moons || RiverClan Warrior || She/her
The Sage
. . .
The evening is quiet. An array of oranges and pinks stain the sky as the sun sets, with puffy clouds blotting the skyline. It’s still pretty bright out, and with her legs achey from hunting, Egretswoop decides that tonight may be best spent indulging in an old hobby of hers: shell collecting. It’s often that you’ll find several treasures washed upon shore among the dead fish and odd jellyfish too. But she preferred to have a more sanguine view on the trinkets that could be found buried among the sand.
The dappled molly carefully made her way through the soft pale sand and towards the coastline, where the sand began to get mushy and blurred with the brown sand of the shore. Her paw steps left little paw prints in their wake, marking her trail. A smile graced her features as she let the cold ocean water lap against the black tips of her paws. The sounds of the rolling waves filled her perked ears as the tide washed in and out in an endless cycle of beginning and ending. There were a few cries from seagulls above, but they were mainly drowned out by her focus on the ocean’s waves.
Egretswoop stared for a moment longer at the sight of the setting sun shimmering against the vast ocean for a moment longer, before turning back to the coastline and beginning her search. With keen eyes she began to scan the shore for shells, and not just any shells, nice ones. Most of the shells found were little fragments of broken scallops of oysters, and those just wouldn’t do.
Egretswoop
35 moons || RiverClan Warrior || She/her
The Sage
. . .
The evening is quiet. An array of oranges and pinks stain the sky as the sun sets, with puffy clouds blotting the skyline. It’s still pretty bright out, and with her legs achey from hunting, Egretswoop decides that tonight may be best spent indulging in an old hobby of hers: shell collecting. It’s often that you’ll find several treasures washed upon shore among the dead fish and odd jellyfish too. But she preferred to have a more sanguine view on the trinkets that could be found buried among the sand.
The dappled molly carefully made her way through the soft pale sand and towards the coastline, where the sand began to get mushy and blurred with the brown sand of the shore. Her paw steps left little paw prints in their wake, marking her trail. A smile graced her features as she let the cold ocean water lap against the black tips of her paws. The sounds of the rolling waves filled her perked ears as the tide washed in and out in an endless cycle of beginning and ending. There were a few cries from seagulls above, but they were mainly drowned out by her focus on the ocean’s waves.
Egretswoop stared for a moment longer at the sight of the setting sun shimmering against the vast ocean for a moment longer, before turning back to the coastline and beginning her search. With keen eyes she began to scan the shore for shells, and not just any shells, nice ones. Most of the shells found were little fragments of broken scallops of oysters, and those just wouldn’t do.
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- Ploversnap -
She/ Her / 38 moons / Riverclan warrior Purrks: N/A
After hours of warrior duties, it’s finally time for a bit of recess. Ploversnap made her way to the shore, where the crisp breeze progresses more, but not too intense blows the more she draws closer. She truly missed the Lionsbeach. Especially the vast view of the never-ending ocean. It soothes her from her worries and grief, especially when her grandfather recently vanished without a trance, probably deceased during his final stroll out alone in the territory.
But she’s not alone. Her seafoam eyes examined around the beach as she felt a familiar scent running through her nose. Someone from her clan, lingering at the coast in solitude. Maybe a bit of company will work. Ploversnap trots towards the cat, her paws slightly sinking into the dry sand, and soon after trailing behind her pawprints on the moist sand, until she stood behind Egretswoop in a not-so-wide spacing, along with her tail graciously lifted upwards. “Well, look who it is!” She chirps in a daring tone as she expects the cat to look back to her presence.
“Wanderin’ out in sheer solitude, eh? Whaddya have in your mind?” Ploversnap pads even closer to her, just in case she shouldn’t have to shout the whole time for Egretswoop to acoustically understand. She’s not sure whether she annoys her from her seashell-collecting-activity or not, but hey. At least she tried to get along with her.
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She/ Her / 38 moons / Riverclan warrior Purrks: N/A
After hours of warrior duties, it’s finally time for a bit of recess. Ploversnap made her way to the shore, where the crisp breeze progresses more, but not too intense blows the more she draws closer. She truly missed the Lionsbeach. Especially the vast view of the never-ending ocean. It soothes her from her worries and grief, especially when her grandfather recently vanished without a trance, probably deceased during his final stroll out alone in the territory.
But she’s not alone. Her seafoam eyes examined around the beach as she felt a familiar scent running through her nose. Someone from her clan, lingering at the coast in solitude. Maybe a bit of company will work. Ploversnap trots towards the cat, her paws slightly sinking into the dry sand, and soon after trailing behind her pawprints on the moist sand, until she stood behind Egretswoop in a not-so-wide spacing, along with her tail graciously lifted upwards. “Well, look who it is!” She chirps in a daring tone as she expects the cat to look back to her presence.
“Wanderin’ out in sheer solitude, eh? Whaddya have in your mind?” Ploversnap pads even closer to her, just in case she shouldn’t have to shout the whole time for Egretswoop to acoustically understand. She’s not sure whether she annoys her from her seashell-collecting-activity or not, but hey. At least she tried to get along with her.
Egretswoop didn't notice the warrior approaching from behind initially. She was a bit absorbed as she began the search for shells buried in the sand. A broken piece of conch, a clump of seaweed, and a peculiar shaped rock. She frowned. Nothing of value to her, which probably meant she'd have to walk along the shoreline in her hunt.
While Egretswoop wasn't one to get scared easily, she admittedly cringed a little when she first boisterous voice shouting from behind her. Her pale blue gaze snaps up from where she's begun to search the sand for lovely little shells, and she turned around to meet Ploversnap's gaze. The dappled warrior quickly relaxed and gave the molly a polite smile in greeting. It seems she would not be searching in solitude tonight. Company would be appreciated. Egretswoop wasn't the most social cat in the world, but she wasn't unfriendly either.
"Good evening, Ploversnap." She greeted in a mellow voice. "I'm not wandering, as that would imply that I'm walking without a purpose, but rather, I'm looking for shells. As for my thoughts... there's not much. I'm simply enjoying this lovely dusk. Care to join me? There are some brilliant treasures to be found out here in the sand." She offered with a friendly flick of the tail.
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Re: Lionsbeach
Duskclaw of RiverClan
34 moons
"Sounds good." His tone was blunt and flat as he turned to go hunt. He walked the opposite way of Raccoonweb, but still made a conscious effort to stay withing earshot to come bail the young warrior out of a problem if need be.
Before long he picks up a familiar scent. Pigeon! One of the gray plump ones that live around the rocks. Duskclaw got close to the ground and snuck around until he was able to see it. He tensed up, ready to pounce.
[Rolled 2D20: 19/9 Gotcha!]
The bird didn't stand a chance! Duskclaw didn't show any emotion, though. It was just another hunt to him. He put the fresh-kill down beside a rock, someplace he'll see and remember to collect it. The colossal warrior wanders for a little bit, coming across a crow, the same crow Raccoonweb failed to catch, missing some feathers on its wing. Duskclaw didn't know this though, he wasn't focused on what Raccoonweb was up to. He got close to the ground, prepared to pounce...
[Rolled 2D20: 3/12 Miss!]
The shadowy bird was simply too fast! Duskclaw huffed angrily as the crow flew off. He didn't linger on it, there were better things to do, like catch mice!
[Rolled 2D20: 12/15 C'mon...]
They were too fast for the large warrior. Every single mouse he sniffed out was always able to slip by. It was frustrating. Duskclaw decided to just cut his losses and look for anything washed up on the beach. Wasn't the best course of options but if he found something edible it was a win in his book.
[Rolled 2D20: 12/18 PLEASE DUSKCLAW]
Nothing! StarClan must be playing some prank on Duskclaw, he's never this bad at hunting! Well, at least he got a pigeon. It's been a good while, so he just grabbed his singular bird and made his way back, clearly angry about his failure.
Re: Lionsbeach
