Pearnose trailed slightly behind the rest of the group, keeping an eye on Flamepaw and make sure he didn't stray away or get lost. She treaded lightly as she mindlessly followed, letting herself get lost in the tranquility of the creek that they followed. This patrol was certain more relaxing and peaceful than most that she'd been on recently.
She stopped along with the group as Silverlark explained how they'd split up to gather the herbs and then join back together. That seemed simple. She listened silently then turned, swiftly head in the direction opposite from her apprentice and the enforcer.
The silky furred she-cat continued to enjoy the peacefulness of it all, as she went over the descriptions that Mossfreckle had given in her head. White flowers, yellow flowers. You'll know 'em when you see 'em. Pearnose always enjoyed herb patrols the most. They were quick and easy, and involved minimal effort on her part. Plus herbs were easy to memorize and find.
She soon spotted some yellow flowers peeking above the other foliage, most of which was dead, or dying due to the cold Leaf-bare weather they'd had for the past few moons, but the sight of the yellow flowers were unmistakeable.
Pearnose was gentle with her action, she plucked two of the yellow flowers. The plant still had some buds, which meant more for the future. If she tugged too tight or accidentally ripped the buds out, that meant less of their precious herb supply. After successfully picking the flowers, Pearnose headed over to search for chickweed. They should be smaller which would make them harder to spot, so she'd have to pay closer attention. With that notion Pearnose began to take things more seriously, as she scanned the surrounding area for the tiny white flowers. No luck. She broke out of her lazily steps as she padded farther, suddenly determined to retrieve the chickweed. With this sudden burst of motivation she kept looking, and soon enough, she found exactly what she was looking for; patches of small white flowers. She carefully collected some in her jaw, taking three. Sadly, she'd encountered the same problem as she did with the coltsfoot; there were many bids waiting to bloom in New-Leaf. Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers.
So with her many herbs in her jaw she began happily walking back towards where they'd all initially started, until she heard Silverlatk's call. Pearnose's ears perked up in alert as she heard the alarm and seriousness in his voice. She immediately picked up the pace and headed over to where Silverlark was coaxing a young ShadowClan kit.
She wrinkled her nose initially, wondering why a kit was out of camp, but as she got closer she saw the kit's distress and the bleeding paw. Pearnose had never cared too much for kits and found them to be annoying, especially when they cried over nothing. But this kit obviously wasn't crying over nothing, and she felt a pang in her heart at the sight. Silverlark seemed to be a natural with the dark tabby kit, and Pearnose didn't want to overwhelm Cinderkit.
She looked down at the glinting metal fox trap and carefully moved it aside. It had snapped shut, so it wouldn't be able to hurt anybody, but it snagged Cinderkit's leg badly.
She tried to offer some sympathy to the kit, meowing gently, "That's very brave of you to come all the way out here and collect herbs for your mother. Especially at your age. I know she'll appreciate it very much. But next time get help from some of the grown warriors. There's a reason kits aren't allowed to leave camp. You could've lost your leg to the fox trap!"
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Alchemist Kitsune - Silverlark • @
FrostyGalaxy - Cinderkit • @
Katiethewolfchild - Flamepaw