Crowpaw
@Cherry~ @lane.

Unfortulently both cats showed up and Crow was forced to follow after them. Outside the camp, the snow was heavy on the branches and Crow almost felt like grimacing when her paws sunk into the white stuff, but her face remained as expressionless as always. There was some snow in camp, but most of it was trampled or melted away with all the cats around. Out here it was like a carpet of white on the ground, but it wasn't like grass or moss, instead, it was like solid but soft water around her paws. Flakes of it hang on to her fur and quickly melt into small water droplets until her paws and lower legs were soaked. Very unpleasant.

But since she didn't have a choice she simply followed after the twp warriors until they arrived at the pond. Her yellow gaze scanned the place, taking in the large, shiny surface of the icy pond and the frosted over Cattails surrounding it. They were supposed to find plants here during this time of year?

Crowpaw
@Cherry~ @lane.

The agonizing track through the snow continued, but no actual progress seemed to be made as everything was covered in frost, snow, and ice. Crow hoped that Fawnpaw had been smart enough to at least try and save some herbs from Leaffall of poor little Riverclan would be in trouble. She would have done a lot to not be here right now, at least not on this patrol - had she been here alone it would have been... easier. But that was nothing she could affect, so her sharp yellow gaze swept over the frozen area to look at something... less frozen. And indeed... there was one thing that caught her eye. A few steps towards the pond from her, a little stem stuck up. Lonely and weak-looking, but maybe not dead.

Despite her best efforts not to think about the description of the plants given by Fawnpaw, they still stuck to her mind like cobwebs, and... yes, it matched the description for borage. Crow had no desire to help out, but if she didn't she might get scolded, so carefully, the large black cat stepped towards it. A hiss snaked its way up her throat and out into the cold air in a puff of steam as her paw sunk further into the snow than before and water seeped into her fur. Seemingly there was a bit of water under the snow, which Crow did not appreciate, but at least she had now reached the plant. It was shriveled and thin, pale and if she hadn't known better she might have thought it was dead. But no, it was alive, and the apprentice bent forward and closed her jaws around it. She ripped it out of the ground, roots and all, and was surprised it didn't break as she carried it with her.