Yeah, Poppysong definitely wasn't showing. Deadmoon didn't really care that much, she had found five flower plants and Spottedpaw had been similarly successful, so Lightningstorm should be supplied well enough. Or she hoped so, anyway. She didn't quite understand why no one let her be in charge of patrols from the get-go since she ended up being the first one back to camp half the time, but whatever. Maybe it was her leg, maybe it was because she was a bit too old to not have done something impressive by now, who knew. Regardless, she would be dragging this herb patrol to the finish line.
Dropping her plants long enough to call out to Spottedpaw, Deadmoon mewed
We're heading back now. perhaps a bit more crisply than was necessary. She wasn't peeved at the apprentice in particular, more so at various general situations. Being patrol leader wasn't important in the grand scheme of things, there wasn't any actual power associated with it beyond an afternoon, but it felt like a mark of respect. Someone had faith in YOU to be the one who got things done. Deadmoon didn't think she failed to get things done, but perhaps there was an unknown failing she had which other cats were aware of. Regardless, it was back to camp now with her mouth full of leafy stems and face full of white blossoms, roots bumping along the ground beside her. @
Fish @
MangofDoom