[silver.]

 

Originally Posted by Apolloween.

| Larchflame |
( @spookywynds - tysm for offering up Yarrow, I'll set the end date for 10 days from now, just to make sure we have plenty of time (I 100% didn't try and mention your normal username, nooo) )

The calico had far too much on her mind as of late, with her brother missing and everything from the past meeting to the pretty much all-out war with Shadowclan. Plus, there were all the cats falling ill, thank stars she was yet to, but she had to imagine that it wouldn't be long before she caught what was going around the clan and became camp-bound. She shuttered, from what she knew, it was pretty hard to tell what was making everyone sick, which meant it was pretty hard to prevent it. Her mind recalled her most recent visit to the medicine cat den, about half a moon or so ago, and she felt sorry for the two mollies looking after everyone. Perhaps it would be helpful if she offered to go out on a herb run when she gets back..

Back from what? Hunting, of course. With fewer healthy cats there was less prey being caught, and it's difficult to recover from anything if you're starving to death. As the molly made her way over to the entrance she passed by Yarrowcrest, he didn't seem all that busy. "Yo, you up for hunting?" she meowed to him, "I could use some extra paws." That was true, the two would be able to catch more than what she could catch alone. If he didn't want to come, that was fine too, she didn't really care all that much.

yarrowcrest // he/him // 19 moons
purrks: mind reader [INACTIVE]

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As of late everything about his life had been nothing short of chaos. Still having to push through the grief of losing his beloved mentor and mother figure sat painfully on his shoulders. No time to grieve. No time to rest. Having to wrangle and keep an eye on Foxstep, helping take care and worrying over Sparrowfur... Now the medicine cat den was flooding with new cases of illness and he couldn't be any more on edge. Not to mention war was still very much a concern. Stuck in camp for days, not having been sent on a patrol in some time and not making much time for himself, he's begun to drive himself a bit crazy. So when the older warrior approaches him with a hunting request he's incredibly thankful. He wouldn't say it, but he was. Pausing in his meticulous cleaning-- something had to keep him busy, after all-- he offers a smile and nod in confirmation.

"If you'll have me. I don't mind offering some help."

larchflame | @Apolloween.
( ITS ALL GOOD NO WORRIES )