SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 12 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death ]
fortunately, it's not long before sleepysunrise joins the group. as expected of an enforcer. the youngest enforcer, speaking of -- "c-congratulations..on your promotion to - to..enforcer." she says. she mentally curses herself at the mention of the berries. crap, she should've remembered those. just a bit of brain fog, she reasons, shaking her head slightly.
"..let's go." squirrelrise meows with a glance between the two before she turns and heads towards the camps entrance.
the talk to darkwater mire is relatively quiet. well, for the warrior, anyway. she glances at the ground as the terrain slowly becomes more shadowed and the soil grows softer. very soggy. stinging nettles..dock, she repeats internally as the patrol approaches the bog, ears swiveling at the sounds of woodpeckers knocking away at tree bark somewhere in the distance. she slows to a stop, glancing at sleepysunrise and cinderpaw. she's never led a patrol..urgh. brows furrowing in mild worry, she speaks up.
"er..let's s-stay..within a yowls..distance from e-eachother. also...remember to..wash the..s-stinging nettles.." she reminds, ending off with a small nod.
Her fur bristled in the soft breeze, fur as unruly as it has been since the moment she came to the world. Her eyes swept across the land, bushes with red berries apparent as they treated through the territory, Squrrelrise's voice ringing in her ears. She seemed unwell. Was it because Sleepysunrise had given no more than a nod in acknowledgement of the congratulations she was given, or the space they were walking through? She pondered the situation surrounding them, memories of her last herb patrol coming to mind when vibrant eyes fell on Cinderpaw. She felt rigid. Another nod indicated she heard the patrol leader, but an uncomfortable feeling twisted in her stomach at the thought of Cinderpaw walking alone. A yowl's distance was not enough to keep Mirepaw safe. She couldn't lose another. "Close."
She murmured to her younger sister, shoulders squaring as the newly named enforcer stood at her sibling's side, unwilling to leave her alone.
The actual search of herbs that ensued - Sleepysunrise preferably sticking close to Cinderpaw, close enough to step in should anything happen - was relatively easy if one did not consider the marshy and soggy ground that coated her paws and left print in her wake. Dock was quickly found, the plant hidden away but recognisable and quick to gather. The real issue was the Stinging Nettle, one she found in much more abundance in the area. Now washing the nettle before carrying it was all nice and well, the problem she found was having to gather and then wash them - truly, how did Mossfreckle and Grousepaw do this on a daily basis? But the youngest of the enforcers did not want to come across as hesitant and incapable; she could not put her name or family to shame. Her ears flickered in thought as, on a whim, she bent down to grab the nasty plant by its very base and softly pulled to uproot it just a tad, nibbling the stem off with... Minimal pricking, she supposed, before throwing it in a nearby patch of water. Stomp the ground down, now, then push around the nettle in the water and the stinging was meant to be gone. Her whiskers twitched, cautiously picking it up, some areas around her maw stinging though she would not admit to it.
For a moment Bleedingpaw was confused on his sisters grumbling before remembering that she was blind and Grouse had mentioned nothing on the herbs scents that Wispypaw could focus on instead. Plus the medicine cat apprentice seemed a bit distracted and unable to respond and they were going soon so the little tom panicked for a moment before coming up with an idea and chirping a "Oh! Ill find some coltsfoot and watermint for you when we get there for you to smell so you can find some on your own Wispypaw dont worry!
And uuuuuh if I remember watermint smells super sharp but also sweet and enticing with an earthy undertone and coltsfoot... I dunno warm?"
He didnt really remember that one, he only really remembered watermint because it was super smelly and he wanted to eat it even knowing better then to eat anything not given to him in the medicine cats den after how Smokekit died. There were poisons like deathberries in there too. Speaking of which... "Wow I didnt know there were deathberries there, I promise to be super careful then and not touch any berries, only leaves."
Bleedingpaw wasnt gonna be the reason this patrol encountered issues! No way no how!
Apparently other clanmates were gonna do that.
Promptly on arriving Bleedingpaw had been drawn right to some watermint and had collected the two leaves he could reach without tipping into the bog, walking them back over to Wispypaw and bringing it to her nose to sniff before kinda wobbling his way to a coltsfoot bush and inviting his sibling to fleece it with him so she didnt have to feel around for some without sight. Hopefully it wouldnt be seen as pushy or doubting his big sis' capabilities given he was just trying to be helpful.
After all he got how disabilities went, just because he was wobbly didnt mean he wasnt capable, he just needed help if they were to climb today and couldnt go near the mires edge at risk of wobbling himself right in.
Not much time was given to dwell though as Hawkbite clearly heard something and the little bengal fell silent, ears pricking to try and catch on too. Was that.... the faint sound of voices. And the mire smelled too much like the camp, catty, to boot. Bleedingpaw nodded, holding tight to his herbs as he faded into the shadows like a fiend despite his blond pelt using his rosettes to appear just a sunbeam dapple on a bush.
One that spoke a quiet little "We'll be right on your tail Mr Pats." the slight hesitance belaying his age.
Wispypaw I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
But you can't catch me now + she/her + No purrks
It was no effort or trouble for her to trail behind Hawkbite and beside her sibling. Following others was pretty easy for her, she found it funny when Fenneldrop had stomped while leading them to another part of the territory. She had been tempted to let the moron know she could smell where he was, she didn't need the extra stuff. For her, it was funny to her when others thought she couldn't tell where they were standing at the moment. Wispypaw would say that half the clan wasn't quiet in the least bit, they were noisy as hell. The paw could probably name a pawful of cats who would prove problematic for her to trail after. "Thank you brother that would be helpful!" unlike a few of her siblings, she was willing to at least get along with her family even if they weren't blood-related. After all, she didn't judge based on relations, she did so by their character. Last she checked the younger adopted sibling hadn't done anything to deserve her ire like Grousepaw or Cloverpaw has.
Blind dark eyes stared into Hawkbites general direction, if she got it right or not didn't matter. "Are you for real right now?" she hissed out, she again didn't care if he heard her. How was she supposed to tell where he was pointing? Just for him forgetting her impairment she stretched out her front paws across the grass and patted the ground. "here? there? or is it in the sky somehow?" she had to be a smart ass, if it was possible she would be wearing a dead-panned look at the enforcer. Just as they were about to give another snarky call she could smell the scent of the watermint that Bleedingpaw had described earlier. Their nose twitched as they ingrained the scent into her memory, this was going to be easier. "Thats strong, my god" she almost sneezed at the sharp scent.
The paw traced the strong-smelling herb to where her brother had gotten in from. They wanted to scream at the fact they were in a messy and dirty area, that menace sent her here on purpose! Was that mud fight not enough for him when he nailed her with the mud!? With audibly loud grumping they stepped through the bog to get some watermint. Once they made it back she was going to shove these herbs where the sun don't shine for that menace. Once she had the plant in her grasp she made her way back towards Bleedingpaw, or hoped he was still there.
[ +2 Watermint ]
Wispypaw didn't seem to have to go far as they were being led right to what they guessed was the coltsfoot. That would work too she guessed, at least she could smell the plant herself instead of it being brought to her. The dark-pelted feline reached a paw out and snagged some of the coltsfoot once she felt what seemed like a flower, she swore she felt petals. Wispypaw was about to say something inline of thanks to her brother but she heard the enforcer speaking. Tufted ears perked so she too could try to catch what the other two were hearing. So someone was dumb enough to come to this place, they weren't sure if they could recall if there were restrictions on this place but guess Hawkbite didn't like it. All they gave in response to the older cat was a nod since they didn't want to alert these other cats of their location.
Marshypaw
Male / 6 Moons / ShadowClan / Pansexual
Russet tabby tom with cream-brown fur around the torso, blue and yellow heterochromatic eyes, and a naturally sinister expression
“Well there’s no point to misery without joy, now is there? Just like there’s no point to beauty without brains! That last part is something that you, my friend, need to work on!”
~Marshypaw
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(Weekend Wondering had chosen stealth training, if that’s alright. In his own words: “Marshypaw needs to learn to walk without alerting the entirety of ShadowClan that he is doing so.”
Marshypaw padded as quietly as he could through ShadowClan’s territory, blue and yellow gaze sweeping the ground as he went. It was his first official training session, and as much as he wanted to do well, his main priority was still drama. It always was, and it would take a lot of sudden traumatic events to end that constant requirement of the russet and cream tabby tom. The newly made apprentice piped an, “OH!” when his paw suddenly decided to casually start drowning in the ground’s soil itself, and with a light shackle, he stumbled back. With a wide smile spreading across his face, Marshypaw sighed, taking a brief glance around the at the environment. Here they were, this was where he had been leading his current teacher. Taking a quick glance back at the warrior that had supposedly been following him through the woods towards their destination of the Darkwater Mire, Marshypaw swished his tail around at the area. Then merrily, he exclaimed, “Ah, what a wonderfully dark, eerie, lovely day! Beautiful, isn’t it? The old, nasty mire? Well, as a matter of fact, I quite like it. And oh, what a better place for Marshypaw to get himself trained than… the marsh! Such a lovely… coincidence, yes?” He drew out the word coincidence as if to purposely hint at the fact that it certainly was not a coincidence. Then confidentally, he strode forward, carefully placing his paws on what ever marsh appeared to be the driest. “Now, I’m sure that nobody appreciates their fur coated in goop and the horrid scent of cool, old mud- so naturally, I will be very, very considerate as to where I am stepping, and where my paws land on this beautiful scene, to prevent myself from-” And that’s when it happened. He slipped on a slippery area of the marshland, front paw flying out from underneath him. With an uncharacteristic yelp of, “GAH, damn-” The tabby apprentice found himself tumbling into the marsh, completely ruining the cleanliness of his russet and cream pelt.
He found the entirety of the upper half of his body coated in cold, wet mud, and paddling wildly to get his stuck-self out of the unexpectedly soft mire, the young apprentice hopped along briskly back in Bristlethorn’s direction. He forced the usual smile to fly right back onto his face, and exposing his teeth for a moment, he mumbled politely, “My apologies, that was… rather silly of me, I’ll say- now, I would take a step back if I were you, ma’am- now-” Then quickly, he began to shake, sending bits and droplets of mud flying in every direction, landing messily on nearby trees, the ground, back into the marshland, and possibly even Bristlethorn herself. Then once he was finished, with a satisfied sigh, Marshypaw stared at the warrior with a thin layer of mud caked on his face. “Ah. Well, now that I look like a germaphobe’s worst nightmare, we can get to stealth training. Shall we?” As the mud-covered tabby tom waited for a response, he scrubbed some drying mud from his pelt with lazy brushes of his tail.
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// Tiny starter, whoops! Sorry if there isn’t much to work with, and so sorry that this is so late! ;-; Also, what better place for Marshy to be than the Marsh, right where he belongs- \\
The Commander waited for his duo to line up with him, herbs in paw. He'd watch as Bleedingpaw seemed to melt into the shadows, unable to catch his outline. He'd just have to hope the stumbling little apprentice would keep up with him. He could almost feel his breath and pelt on his, so obviously the little dude was close. Next was Wispypaw, Hawkbite would melt into the shadows near her. His tail would rest on her shoulders, shielding her figure from outside eyes as he started to guide them towards the scent was tracking.
Within a few minutes, Hawkbite spotted the apprentice standing in the Mire. His gaze shot to their surroundings, looking for a warrior or Enforcer, but finding no one. His fur prickled and he slowly approached. Once within a tail length, he'd exit the shadows and give Marshypaw a hardened stare. Placing his herbs at his paws and standing over them protectively, he'd address the apprentice before him. "What are you doing out here?" He'd ask sternly. His tail tip twitched with annoyance. How hard was it for an apprentice to find a warrior or get permission to come out here? "Where's your mentor?"
[This is taking place before Dawnstar is lifting the three cat patrol restrictions unfortunately for Marshypaw]
Marshypaw
Male / 6 Moons / ShadowClan / Pansexual
Russet tabby tom with cream-brown fur around the torso, blue and yellow heterochromatic eyes, and a naturally sinister expression
“Well there’s no point to misery without joy, now is there? Just like there’s no point to beauty without brains! That last part is something that you, my friend, need to work on!”
~Marshypaw
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As Marshypaw stood, waiting for Bristlethorn’s response, he kept on sweeping away mud from his pelt. As much as mud and goop was some sort of ShadowClan stereotype, it seriously seemed to get onto Marshypaw’s nerves, and now that it was fully coating his pelt, this was confirmed. With a visible hue of disgust in his eyes, the russet and cream, now mud-brown, apprentice kept on sending mud pooling down to the marshy ground beneath him, shaking each paw individually to “clean” them all properly. It’s bound to be quite a shame if I, Marshypaw, am unable to even navigate through marshy lands… clumsy me. I’m sure Bristlethorn will cover that in this stealth lesson… she’s bound to teach me how to walk without face planting before trying to show me how to blend in with the shadows, is she not? Satisfied, Marshypaw flicked away one last nasty glob of mud, before mumbling to himself, “Anyway, when it comes to getting all of this nastiness of of my fur, Bristlethorn might know a trick or two, I’ll ask h-” He was cut off. The newly made apprentice noticed the figure of a feline, certainly larger in size than Marshypaw, exiting the shadows form a slight distance. The small apprentice squinted for a moment, just to confirm that it was in fact a ShadowClan cat he was staring at, and after a moment, he identified Hawkbite, ShadowClan’s Enforcer Commander. The young tabby’s heart wrenched in a sudden discomfort, and puzzled, he gazed at the enforcer. Well, he looks as if he’s about to eat me… shall I say something? Simply wait? I heard silence is respectful. Yes, I’ll go with option three: stay shut up? Goodness, what’s wrong now? Onviously something was not quite right, because by his point, the larger tom-cat was giving him a hardened stare. Marshypaw simply blinked innocently, turning to him fully and quietly.
When Hawkbite asked him a question, Marshypaw confirmed his anxieties. He was in some slight trouble, it seemed. Why? The apprentice was not quite sure… somebody had mentioned something about a patrol number requirement, but it had lost his mind (and his roleplayer’s, unfortunately) when he found Bristlethorn’s company. Sternly, the enforcer commander asked him what he was doing out here, so casually, Marshypaw gave him the best, most accurate answer he could. In a slightly smaller voice than his usual, he told him, “Trai…ning? Stealth training?” Then after a slight hesitation, he added, “My apologies, sir, have I done something wrong? Broken a rule, by any chance?” When Hawkbite’s tail tip twitched with annoyance, Marshypaw bit the inside of his cheek. Well, alright, this was not good. By now, the best thing he could do was just go with the flow, and accept any punish,ent. Marshypaw barely resisted the urge to glance towards the ground. And of course I’m in ShadowClan, where I’m sure punishments are never… fun, let’s just say that. Well, I’m sure I won’t be executed or anything for training, at least. When Hawkbite’s next question hit him, Marshypaw’s ears perked, and he raised his eyebrows. The Enforcer Commander was asking him where his mentor was. Marshypaw had that answer ready and honest, so he replied as soon as he could confirm that Hawkbite was done questioning him. “My mentor? Yes, my mentor is Raspberryswirl, and she is not the one training me today,” He tried to speak a bit more simply than instinct was telling him to. He did not want to make this interaction any longer and/or more complicated than he needed it to be. “I’m here for a stealth lesson with Bristlethorn, and I mean-” He took a quick glance around, confusion blaring up in his expression. “She uh… followed me here, I… thought? Maybe??? We arranged a lesson here, and although I was pretty sure she came with me, and I don’t have much of a history of hallucinations- but what do I know? Do what you will, because chances are, I deserve it, yes?” Then without much else to do, brightly, the small apprentice gave the tom-cat standing ahead of him a smile.
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// Completely my fault for misremembering that detail! I apologize for any inconvenience, and feel free to do with Marshypaw what you will. ^^ \\
~ @SuspiciousMindz { Hawkbite } ~
~ @/Rowan { Bristlethorn } / Not mentioning Rowan again, since Bristlethorn’s reply hasn’t come out yet, and Marshypaw is not speaking to her directly \
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Making my comeback to WCO- I look forward to starting things up again!
Wispypaw I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
But you can't catch me now + she/her + No purrks
Silently they followed after the enforcer by scent, keeping their fur from touching the ground and keeping steps light. The whole point of being stealthy was being silent on one's feet, they prided themselves on being so. The dark-pelted feline would flick their tail once in a while to feel for her brother's presence, last thing they wanted was for him to go missing again. Even on the outside if they were shown to be distant they still cared for family behind the scenes. Wispypaw could feel the much older cat placing their tail on her back and they had half the mind to bite it but didn't do so. The last thing they wanted was for him to tell that menace back at camp that the paw was being trouble nor get chewed out by both Ma and pa.
Just like that they now were supposedly in front of the rule breaker, hah how sad was that for the poor fool? The paw kept quiet for the moment, and let the big guy throw in a few words before they said anything. They laid down their collected herbs at their paws as they gave a menacing stare down at the baby apprentice. "For a baby that has a lot of talk you ought to know by now that its best to let the warrior lead you here and not you lead them here. is that warrior too scared to be a big boy right now? He must've tucked tail and ran" Wispypaw shrugged before they curled their tail around their paws and herbs. They also leaned a bit to try and touch shoulders to make sure again that Bleeding stuck with the group.
Cinderpaw
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47/100
9 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes
After Squirrelrise leads them to the Mire and instructs not to wander off too far ('stay within a yowl's distance,' she had said, and Cinderpaw briefly wonders if she'd even be able to yowl if the need arose.), Cinderpaw turns to root through the plants in a direction separate to where Sleepysunrise and Squirrelrise went looking.
[search roll: 4]
Watch out for deathberries, and wash off the nettle... She keeps that in mind as she looks, and yet, as she spots the stinging nettle, the instructions to wash them off must fly right in one ear and out the other, because suddenly her mouth bursts in slight tingling pain. It's not pleasant but it's definately not the worst she's ever had, and, belatedly, the black tabby drops her bundle into a puddle and soaks them, licking her lips where they stung, brow twitching slightly.
[search roll: 11]
Not far away, she spots what Grousepaw had described as dock and picks a few before returning to where Sleepysunrise and Squirrelrise would meet back up.
SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 12 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death ]
branching off away from the other two mollies, not too far, squirrelrises yellow gaze searches the damp shadows of the mire. venturing further, she spots a plant that matches the description that grousepaw gave for stinging nettle – slim stem with dark, wrinkled leaves and an overall fuzzy appearance. mentally reminding herself of the stinging part, she nips at the stem of the plant, grimacing at the prickling sensation. swiftly finding a small puddle, she washes the nettle.
with the nettle found, she begins her search for any dock. grousepaw said dock prefers sunnier spots but..the more is really just swallowed by darkness, she thinks with a small frown. still, with a bit of searching and inspecting, she manages to find the plant. plucking a few, she turns and begins to pad back to where she and her patrol mates would meet up.
once sleepysunrise and cinderpaw both showed up, she'd speak up, albeit her words were muffled by the plants. "r-ready?" as soon as she gets confirmation from the two, she simply nods and turns around to start the journey back to camp.
[ @Estelle @Neptune. thought I'd wrap this up real quick, so feel free to have the next post be reporting back w/ the herbs!
+ 2 dock + 2 stinging nettle ]
The bengal had been rather confused and worried what might the problem he and his sister were meant to be hiding from was, intruders or a predator or what, given he was still not battle trained yet. But in the end itd been no serious threat, just some minor rule breakers! Silly Marshypaw, even Bleedingpaw knew that you werent supposed to go without a group or an enforcer, much less alone as an apprentice! Though it was mostly Marshypaws trainers fault in the bengals eyes, this Bristlethorn was obviously a bad dumb cat.
Herbs in mouth and kind of feeling ready to take them back so he no longer had to smell and taste them Bleedingpaw slipped from the shadows, appearing to the group as if from thin air and padded up to join his older sister, sitting beside her. "Mmmm, Wispypaw is right I dont think your trainer is very good.... Remind me not to try and learn something from her in the future if she ditches an apprentice like this sis. But uuuuuh, it mean you have broken a couple of rules though I think the apprentice out alone one can be forgiven since thats not your fault really?" A pleading look was sent up to Hawkbite, small tom silently pleading that the trouble he lessened just a tad. "But uh, otherwise.... Well the cannibal Marshypaw! We're not supposed to be out unless in groups of three or if theres a enforcer like Mr Pats here!" Honestly it was insane that Bleedingpaw hadnt been called out for that nickname yet but he was gonna keep doing it.
"I mean who knows what couldve happened had we not found out, what if that murder is still around and got you!"
Honestly the thought was kinda scary and the blond bengal shuffled over to Wispypaw more, sheltering beside her and more then ready to go home with his haul now....
The Commander would continue to flick his tail to and fro as he listened to the apprentice explain himself. It appeared it there were a couple warriors that he'd need an explanation from. Raspberryswirl -- while not directly related to this situation -- needed to pay better attention to their apprentice or do the training themself. Next, Bristlethorn would be hearing something from him personally. Hawkbite didn't put the training into almost every apprentice in this clan to have them feel like they're being abandoned by everyone else. It also wasn't fair to any of the parties involved.
A low growl would escape him, but he'd flick his tail, gesturing to a patch of the coltsfoot nearby. "Go collect a mouthful of those herbs, perhaps Grousepaw and Mossfreckle will lighten the punishment," Hawkbite would wait for the apprentice to do as he told them, casting a glance at the bitter Wispypaw and looking over at Bleedingpaw. He'd heard their comments and pleas, but didn't address them directly. He hoped his actions spoke for themselves. "We'll head back to camp while I think about what to do for punishment."
The comment was curt when Marshypaw returned. He'd turn and grab his herbs, beginning to pad back to camp. He made sure to cast glances over his shoulder to ensure everyone was following.
@Rani - Bleedingpaw | @Kix - Wispypaw | @Weekend-Wondering - Marshypaw [Marshypaw must go collect the coltsfoot before following the patrol home. Failure to do this will extend his punishment. Rani, Kix, don't feel the need to reply to this post, I'll be mentioning you both in the Patrol Place for everyone to report their findings]
Marshypaw
Male / 6 Moons / ShadowClan / Pansexual
Russet tabby tom with cream-brown fur around the torso, blue and yellow heterochromatic eyes, and a naturally sinister expression
“Well there’s no point to misery without joy, now is there? Just like there’s no point to beauty without brains! That last part is something that you, my friend, need to work on!”
~Marshypaw
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The russet and cream tabby apprentice released a small silent sight. This certainly was not his favorite form of drama… it was a bit too awkward for his liking. As entertaining as he found pleasantly debating with his clanmates, arguing with somebody as significant as Hawkbite himself was not on Marshypaw’s list of priorities, so today, despite the fact that he was obviously about to suffer some trouble, he did not plan on trying to defend himself. It was in unfortunate moments like these where defense would only get him in a worse position. Marshypaw tried desperately to ignore the growling fire of annoyance swarming through the back of his mind, alongside the confusion about what was even going on. What had he forgotten? Had he not been paying attention? Was Bristlethorn… not here with him? What was going on? Then with after a long blink, he began to prick at the damp soil beneath his paws with his claws, Goodness gracious, if this… apparent mistake… gets me anywhere terrible, I’m doomed, and not for the better. What a depressingly boring fallout, oh! I will simply do what they ask of me, and silently wish for the best… surely he cannot be too cruel? Then again, this was a ShadowClan enforcer. Marshypaw had a strong feeling that these types of cats were not known for being… particularly kindhearted and gracious, let alone merciful. He briefly assured himself that all he had done was make the mistake of thinking Bristlethorn was here with him when she was not, according to Hawkbite, and because of this, the upcoming punishment was not likely to be anything terrible horrible and unbearable. The young apprentice’s eyes worked when Wispypaw and Bleedingpaw made their comments, but he tried his hardest to avoid hinting about them too much. The other apprentices being here watching this was already awkward enough, and now that they were speaking about him directly, he could feel an uncharacteristic unease chipping at his heart. Goodness, it ways in moments like these where he truly missed his usual enthusiasm, his confidence. His ego. As annoying as it could be to others, these feelings were the very things that kept him up and running in an environment such as this. But… oh well… I’ve done something wrong, and now I pay the price. Life, huh… alright, then. I deserve this, I’m sure.
When Hawkbite released a low growl, Marshypaw raised an eyebrow. Instinct told him to toss out some stupid comment along the lines of, ‘Ope- feisty!’ but for obvious reasons, the russet and cream tom-cat held his tongue. He waited patiently with expectancy dancing in his heterochromatic gaze as he did so, brightening just slightly when the ShadowClan Enforcer’s tail flicked, gesturing towards a patch of coltsfoot nearby. Relieved that the conversation seemed to be coming to an end already, Marshypaw nodde hesitantly as Hawkbite began to tell him to go collect some herbs, adding that Mossfreckle and their apprentice might lighten the punishment. Marshypaw’s nodding-speed increased as he listened to the instruction and once it was over, awkwardly but fairly optimistically, he replied, “…Yes sir. Will do, will do for… sure.” Then as the young apprentice grunted stiffly, he turned around to head towards the patch of herbs, whiskers twitching. He reached the patch, and lowering himself to the point he could reach them, he snatched an appropriate amount of herbs, and shook his pelt slightly to flick off stray huts of dirt, grit, and mud. Then clutching the coltsfoot tightly in his jaws, he turned back to face Hawkbite, respectfully dipping his head. The dark brown tabby Enforcer curtly commented that they would head back to camp while he thought about their punishment. Marshypaw nodded again, and declaring through a mouthful, “Got’tem… once again, do what you will… I’ll follow.” Then at as nice of a pace as he could manage in the goopy ShadowClan environment, he hurried after the group, carefully holding the herbs in his maw. Well… could be force. I still have my eyes. And my tongue, for that matter. We’ll just have to see where all this goes… funny mysteriousness, hehe… ha… ah, oh boy. This will be quite annoying to deal with, won’t it? When Hawkbite cast glances back to make sure everybody was following, Marshypaw would purposely look up and blink at the Enforcer just to out an emphasis on his existence. He was quite muddy at the moment… humorously, he did not want to get mistaken for the area surrounding their group.
Re: Darkwater Mire
