Off Strawberrymumble had flitted, a bird on a warm summer breeze -even in the chill of leaf bare - soaring with the light feelings of joy and something she had yet to put her paw on, however, that was something for later and now she needed to head out and get more herbs for Springpaw… to be honest she hated the pained look on the pretty calicos face, her expression was contorted with stress and lack of sleep and the concerns for her herb supply which seemed to be dwindling almost as quickly as her patrols and special send outs were coming back. Marigolds and moss is what she had been sent out to get, more… she was happy to help though, happy to feel useful and to be noticed by the pretty calico… even if she was hardly paying any attention, why would she when she was figuratively and literally holding the clan together. Creamy paws carried her hastily to Tunderclan territory once again, back and forth and forth and back, this already felt like a routine but she was not going to complain… at least for once she was useful… her mind reminded her in a strange out of tune note on her mind, it was bittersweet to see the flowers bloom and wither as if the world was coming to an end and somehow rising the next day with the sun… the seasons of her mind where as wild and tempestuous as the storms that shook the whole world as Starclan wept at the hell of gnashing teeth and war that seemed to be becoming commonplace amongst the clans - she herself did not really care, blood and pain had become commonplace in her life long before, but her Springpaw’s sake she hoped that things would mellow at least in its involvement with Thunderclan.
Strawberrymumble felt so free out on her own, the roots in her throat loosened and the wild flowers of her mind seemed to bloom so brightly and warmly, was it the thoughts of Springpaw - of being useful to her and the clan, of being able to ease even the slightest fraction of the pretty medicine cat apprentices stress and anxiety - or was it light feeling that came from having her own anxiety lessoned by the fact that she did not have to force her songbird voice out of the cage of knotted roots in her throat, the fact that she did not have to force the wad lot words out in a rambling tumble of all the things she left unsaid - for fear, for her own sanity, for all the things that could go wrong… it was probably a combination of all of those things but in the end all that mattered was the feeling of crystalline frost biting into her paws and the chill of leaf bare prickling teasingly at her pelt… freedom. She would never be able to find the words to tell Spingpaw how thankful she was for these solo urgent trips, the breathless hurried trips that gave her purpose and a warm floral mind that finally seemed to loosen its grasp on her throat, her song bird voice hummed to herself… for once she was selfish and took words and melodies for herself… not forcing them out painfully for those around her.
Powder blue hues searched the tall pine forest that stretched out in front of her eyes peeled for orange buds and cobwebs - two trips, one for marigolds and one for cobwebs. Gaze flitted through the forest as Strawberrymumble’s fluffy oriental shaped form prowled through the brush, her apricot ears perking at the soft flutters of wings and chirps of songbirds creeping out to savour the sun while it lasted before the chill settled into the deep purples of night, ”I’m one of you,” she hummed trough her creamy muzzle that twitched at the corners in unbridled joy, her words were melodic and strong and she smiled because for once she hadn’t sounded meek. Strawberrymumble snapped back to reality as her powder blue hues found purchase on the orange buds of the marigolds she was searching for… right… she thought as her oriental shaped head dipped to carefully nip serval buds off of their stems. Maw full of buds she turned back to the camp and made haste to the medicine cat’s den, one trip done.
❀⊱ { TRIP I ~ + 8 marigold } ⊰❀
After she dropped off the marigold buds with no words she took off in the direction of the territory once more, her creamy paws picked up to a run almost as soon as she had silently slipped out of the camps entrance. Frosty winds howled in her apricot ears and the ice bit deeply into her paws but she felt as if she was flying.. anyway she had to make up for all the time she had wasted spacing out on her first trip. Skidding to a stop Strawberrymumble took in the tall pines once again feeling so small yet so alive, powder blue hues flitted from tree to tree and scoured the underbrush for any sign of the silvery silky fibered bandages, to her delight there was a good clump on some underbrush so she quickly grabbed all she could and began the trek back to camp, her pace slowed to a trot so as to not lose any of the precious herbs but she still padded diligently with purpose behind her paw steps - Springpaw was all that filled her mind, wild flowers bloomed manically in her mind and she smiled once again feeling light and alive and more unburdened than she had felt in a long time. Apricot oriental shaped form dipped whisper soft into the med den as she set the cobwebs alongside the marigold buds she had brought back to the med den on her first trip, power blue hues met the oceanic hues of Springpaw and Strawberrymumble gave the pretty pastel molly a soft smile, no words would tumble from her maw this time but for once that did not bother her, flowers bloomed in her mind and her pelt warmed even as the chilled air seeped into her fluffy pelt… for once it did not matter what the feeling was, all that mattered was that it was a light feeling that made her heart feel like it was soaring through the summertime sky in ignorant bliss.
❀⊱ { TRIP II ~ + 8 cobwebs } ⊰❀
Off she went again gathering all she could of the soft bedding that also doubled as a almost gauzy substance - goodness things had gotten mixed up in her head… but no matter all the herbs Sringpaw could get would be helpful. As powder blue hues fell on the herb in question she stuffed her mouth and ran back into the clearing and further on to the medicine cats den where she dropped then moss with her pile of marigolds and - accidental - cobwebs.
FoxHeather had just returned from a walk around the territory, her sleek and fluffy pelt sparkling in the light. She took a seat just outside the warrior's den, licking her paw and bringing it over her ear.
DarkMidnight walks into the clearing and looks around to see what the thunderClans camp looks like she smiles as she spots a young she/cat sunning herself "what a easy target" she whispered under her breath and heads over to the white and gold she/cat "hi" she says
falling paw sat up "maybe later but I think I need to go on a patrol soon." he said with a smile "stay safe" he purred
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|She/Her | 3 moons | Purrks: N/A | Straight | Kit | a ginger she-cat with darker ginger patches and blue eyes
Nectarkit frowned. "Aww thanks not fair!" she grumbled as Fallen smiled at her she gave a small smile back. "I will I just wished Spiderthroat let you play more! Its not fun with you leaving!"
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Nectar'kit←
|She/Her | 3 moons | Purrks: N/A | Straight | Kit | a ginger she-cat with darker ginger patches and blue eyes
Nectarkit frowned. "Aww thanks not fair!" she grumbled as Fallen smiled at her she gave a small smile back. "I will I just wished Spiderthroat let you play more! Its not fun with you leaving!"
falling paw tilted his head lightly "Well maybe when I get back we can play more." he said stretching before sitting up
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