last on rooks list was coltsfoot, not one of the herbs he was necesarrily familiar with, but one he had seen in one of the smaller piles when taking a peek at the herb collection mossfreckle was tending to. weird waxy looking, textured leaves, a bit greyish sometimes, and perhaps he could still identify some of them by their flowers.. it wasnt really newleaf anymore, but one could only hope. it took a bit longer to find this one, yet its fragrant, rich scent still made its way to him eventually, leading the enforcer in the right direction.
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disappointing, but not unexpected, the coltsfoot looked a bit worse for wear, dryish and rather small, probably too much sun or heat or whatever, rookfire was no gardener he just collected. either way, he picked out the best looking ones, three of em, and then placed his collection of herbs down on the ground to sort them once more before seeking out roachflare and sleepysunrise to return to camp together.
[ @Estelle . too eepy for longer post, just wanted this patrol off my list. if possible remind me to mark this patrol as finished once youve replied w sleepys total herbs :3 total collected herbs: 2 dock, 1 dandellion, 2 chickweed. 1 yarrow, 2 cobweb, 3 coltsfoot ]
With Rookfire and Roachflare off together, the young warrior was left hunting alone. She didn't mind; she hardly knew the other warrior's name, and Rookfire was nothing more than someone who got to spent far more time with her mama in the past moons than herself, a thought that deeply stung the youngling. Was she not doing enough, again? Was she falling behind, failing at being a good daughter? Even her time with Miss Grandmama had been limited, puncturing the fragile heart of the feline that hunted through the fields, two mice soon succumbing to swift paws and idle movements before her eyes fell on a familiar bush. She had thought of continuing with her hunt, but the bush sparked the memory of one of her first patrols; broom, was it? It couldn't... Hurt. Carefully, she nipped up a small bit of the broom, soon collecting the second part of what she had gathered during her first patrol - limiting herself to what she could carry, now, paws full. Much unlike Rookfire who somehow held far more in his paws than her.
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