.....It was probably really concerning that Crowtooth padded into the camp with a mink, wasnt it.
But in his defense wasnt his fault! The patrol was fine, unharmed and unshaken with mouths full of fat bountiful groundhogs to eat! They just happened to also have a mink corpse with them.
It was slung over Crowtooths back, laid at Twilightstars paws after the tom dropped the prey in the pile and he quickly moved to explain rasping out a "Okay so dont worry! Everythin's fine!
We went ta the sunset grove an' everythin' was quiet an' we hunted a den o' groundhog clean and while they aint a common prey theyre basically rabbit sized gophers so will feed us well.
But.... Well when we came out there was a mink. I think 't was doin' the same thin' as us, headin' over there ta hunt the groundhogs. It was alone and easily killed an' we didnt find signs o' more so I'd bet myself on 't still bein' safe over there, as long as yer not bein' dumb."
Though to be honest with the mink abound that was the case for all locations, even the ones that Twilightstar hadnt banned travel to. The tom didnt mention Fallownose not showing, she probably knew given he'd not followed the patrol out of the camp but he did wrap up with a "Honestly Im pretty proud o' Deadmoon Silverrose an' Winterpaw. Theyre the reliable sort."
Report done unless the leader had anything specific she wished to talk to the tom about he'd been looking to head in to take a nap and groom his two smarting plucked whiskers, happy to watch the clan feast on the spoils and catch
She paced camp from one end to the other. Restless. Anxious. Worried. She didn't know any herbs, and she was supposed to be on mandatory herb patrols for a moon. So...with her luck, she would need help. Yeah, she wasn't afraid to admit that, so what? Wanna fight about it? Nah, not worth it.
So her pale yellow eyes scanned the clearing, landing on a few pelts that she didn't completely dislike. Brave was passionate and fierce, Hawk was calm and mellow, and well, she didn't know Poppysong that well, but she knew their name at least. "Bravebird! Hawkfur! Poppysong!" Swiftfire called out to them, waiting with a twitching tailtip for them to join her.
"I'm heading out for an herb patrol at the Thunderglade, and I need some helpers. Surprisingly, I'm no medicine cat, and I don't have a clue what sort of herbs we need. But with RiverClan testing us to the point of battle, I'd rather we keep Lightningstorm well-stocked regardless if I have to do this for a moon or not." She rolled her eyes a little at the brief mention of her month long punishment. "So some basic things; Moss and cobwebs. Uh...I'm pretty sure we need marigold as well. If any of you know what else we might need, please for the sake of my sanity just say so, or grab it and tell me what it is later, yeah? Good. Let's go."
She waited for a total of three breaths before she was running for the camp entrance.
She paced camp from one end to the other. Restless. Anxious. Worried. She didn't know any herbs, and she was supposed to be on mandatory herb patrols for a moon. So...with her luck, she would need help. Yeah, she wasn't afraid to admit that, so what? Wanna fight about it? Nah, not worth it.
So her pale yellow eyes scanned the clearing, landing on a few pelts that she didn't completely dislike. Brave was passionate and fierce, Hawk was calm and mellow, and well, she didn't know Poppysong that well, but she knew their name at least. "Bravebird! Hawkfur! Poppysong!" Swiftfire called out to them, waiting with a twitching tailtip for them to join her.
"I'm heading out for an herb patrol at the Thunderglade, and I need some helpers. Surprisingly, I'm no medicine cat, and I don't have a clue what sort of herbs we need. But with RiverClan testing us to the point of battle, I'd rather we keep Lightningstorm well-stocked regardless if I have to do this for a moon or not." She rolled her eyes a little at the brief mention of her month long punishment. "So some basic things; Moss and cobwebs. Uh...I'm pretty sure we need marigold as well. If any of you know what else we might need, please for the sake of my sanity just say so, or grab it and tell me what it is later, yeah? Good. Let's go."
She waited for a total of three breaths before she was running for the camp entrance.
Poppysong jumps and looks over. Did something happen-? Oh, no, a patrol. Poppysong has been incredibly jumpy since the death of the deputy…
Poppysong walks over, trying their best to cover their limp, not able to catch the first bit of Swiftfire explanation. A herb patrol! Poppysong brightens. Maybe this will cheer Lightningstorm up. Sticks, cobwebs, marigold.. alright! Poppysong knows what poppies look like so maybe they can grab some poppy seeds-
Before Poppysong can finish the thought Swiftfire runs off. They blink in confusion for a moment before letting out a squeak and trying their best to keep up with their pace with a hurt leg.
By the time Winterpaw returned to camp the sun had traveled half way across the sky. He had to walk back very slowly, trying not to disturb the bee hive held in his mouth. The apprentice looked around for Lightningstorm, and once he spotted her gently set down the loudly buzzing hive and goldenrod at his paws.
"Me and Hollowfoot gathered what you asked for," he mewed, a sour and numb taste on his tongue from holding herbs for so long. He wondered if Hollowfoot had come back yet... hopefully he wasn't too stung. "Though Fallownose never joined us. Is this all okay?"
By the time Winterpaw returned to camp the sun had traveled half way across the sky. He had to walk back very slowly, trying not to disturb the bee hive held in his mouth. The apprentice looked around for Lightningstorm, and once he spotted her gently set down the loudly buzzing hive and goldenrod at his paws.
"Me and Hollowfoot gathered what you asked for," he mewed, a sour and numb taste on his tongue from holding herbs for so long. He wondered if Hollowfoot had come back yet... hopefully he wasn't too stung. "Though Fallownose never joined us. Is this all okay?"
-Hollowfoot-
WINDCLAN - Warrior
Male
Purrks: Death Defier, Primal Instincts, Honed Skill, Shadow Fiend (writing this list from memory, so I hope these are right.)
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Hollowfoot huffed, miraculously unscathed except for maybe a sting in his rump and aching paws. Nothing he would want to bother Lightningstorm with as he almost crawled back into the WindClan camp. He nodded to Lightningstorm and Winterpaw. He spared a few words before padding away.
"I had to run from that hive's occupants... Winterpaw had to carry everything, and was able to snag that thing once it fell..." he winced. Gazing in apprehension at the bees' former housing. "I'm not sure if there's more in there still... so be careful Lightningstorm... Good work Winterpaw, you did very well."
(This is before Fallownose's death and Hollowfoot's exile.)
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Bravebird - WindClan Warrior
She/her | 45 moons | Beefed Up T3, One with the Warren
Between Fallownose's death and the nightmare that Blazingstar had pulled her into, Bravebird had not been getting much sleep. It wasn't taking a toll outside of her developing a bit of tiredness in the bottom of her paw pads. She couldn't afford to sleep right now, because there was much to be done. Was she considering the idea of approaching Twilightstar to see what she could take off her plate? Yes. Did she feel guilty for it so soon after her close friends death? Absolutely. It was a conundrum she was in.
Thankfully Swiftfire's call spared her from anymore thinking. She could focus on gathering herbs. Thunderglade? Bravebird had just gone there with Dustypaw, and while they had looked for marigold and daisy leaves she hadn't taken a moment to seek out cobwebs or moss. "I say we go near Sedgewater Valley and take what we can from those retched fish," came the muttered reply with a scoff and a smirk. But of course that was all just hot air - Brave knew she, nor the rest of WindClan, would ever cross the border to do so.
Besides, their patrol leader was already making a break for the entrance. With a swish of her tail and a glance towards Hawkfur should the tom also heed the call, then to Poppysong with a grin, Bravebird followed swiftly after their patrol leader.
Hawkfur
WindClan
he/him | 49 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes ] Purrks: Flock Together T3
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[Bravebird - @taillow ] [Poppysong - @MangofDoom ] [Swiftfire - @Tiabirb ]
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Hawkfur's dark red ear flicked when he heard his name, the warrior padding over to greet his patrolmates with a dip of his head and in Poppysong and Bravebird's cases, a wry smile. "Mornin'."
He followed them out, rather excited to get and actually do a patrol. He was feeling rather weary recently, with everything going on. Hopefully this would breathe some life back into him.
| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active
Lightningstorm paced back and forth, her dark paws wearing a small hole by the Galewood's base as she awaited the return of her patrols. Of any patrol. She needed herbs, and she needed them now. Gratefully, sooner rather than later, a familiar face made it through the camp's entrance, and instant relief washed over the medicine cat's gaze. Despite herself, she had found herself becoming fond of the dark, striped tom. There was something about him that reminded her of her uncle, in a goofy way. He also seemed to be reliable, which was more than she could say about the rest of the clan. Scalescar's notable absence a good example of this. It was a bad place to be in. A trap, really, to feel anything resembling trust for the cats who would be the death of her. But she supposed she had always been a social butterfly of sorts, even now as she resided in the prison she'd once called home.
His report left her with a neutral expression, the news of the gray tom's lack of effort really not surprising her. She hadn't seen him in camp since she'd called to him, either, now that she thought about it. Perhaps the warrior had simply decided to leave. It was an odd way of trying to make amends and be friends as he'd put it last they had spoken, especially considering the trust she had placed on his shoulders by appointing him lead of the patrol. And all that had accomplished was less herbs and a bickering twosome. The instant lesson on not deluding herself with pointless trust was well understood, at the very least.
"I wouldn't say no to more cobwebs if you can get them, really. With those minks about, odds are we are going to be using more of these than I normally keep stocked. Don't feel obliged to run them down for me though, love. You've done your part, and I know you're well injured. Take a rest. I'll keep an eye out for Scalescar and see what the bloody hell is going on in that head of his later," she responded, pointedly ignoring the bickering with Swiftfire.
That seemed like a more personal matter that she had no real say in. Cats not liking each other was not something she could comment on. She mostly loathed everyone, after all. Perhaps she should make a remark on that. On how even with her distaste for WindClan she still forced herself to give it her all every day, knowing very well how it would all end. But she noted that... she felt a strange churning in her gut at the mere idea of telling Crowtooth that she loathed the clan... because that meant telling him that she essentially despised him as well and... She wasn't sure if that was the truth anymore. Shaking her head to herself, Lightningstorm dipped her head, grabbing the herbs before heading towards her den to take care of the injured patrol.
Bravebird - WindClan Warrior
She/her | 45 moons | Beefed Up T3, One with the Warren
Trotting back into camp and heading straight to Lightningstorm with an extra bit of speed in her step with Dustypaw in tow (hoping the apprentice had managed to grab something extra). Setting the four flowers and springy patch of moss down, Bravebird lifted her head and offered a small grin towards the medicine cat. "Right on the wire, so I apologize for that," came the cheeky reply with a wave of her tail. "Got some good stuff for you - some of those marigold flowers, and then some daisies. And a patch of moss - it's all I could carry back." Bravebird then turned to look to see if Dustypaw was following them, wondering what he'd managed to pick up.
[ Lightningstorm - @Alchemist Kitsune ] [ Dustypaw - @starry ]
[ wanted to get this reported! here and here are the posts of brave's herb collecting! ]
| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active
Pacing back and forth as she'd been, Lightningstorm almost missed the arrival of yet another patrol, a sigh of relief escaping her. Mushrooms and moss! Neither herb was highly perishable, but they were of immense use to her, especially now with the minks about. Confusion creasing her brow momentarily as she met Dustbunny halfway through the clearing, her gaze went straight towards the entrance in an attempt to find Fieldspark and Caterpillarpaw. Even as she failed at spotting them, the medicine cat couldn't help but scowl at the tunneler's report. Thank the stars at least one of the cats in the patrol could be depended on. She had hoped that Caterpillarpaw would be more proactive with her mentor so severely wounded. That she would have been eager to go get the much needed herbs that might save his life. Evidently she had been mistaken. The paw was well on her way on becoming one of WindClan's finest, no doubt.
"Don't apologize, love. It's not your fault. As it is, you've brought more than I usually find on my own. This will be proper helpful. I'll check up on the other two later, no need to trouble yourself over it. Thanks for the lot," the medicine cat mewed, half exasperated in Dustbunny's behalf, half rushed to get back to her patients. She felt much more confident treating them with these resources at paw now.
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