
May 1st, 2025, 10:09 AM
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in my toga era. sue me.
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Join Date: Nov 2020
Status: ❧ hazycry istg
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Re: ThunderClan Territory

☆。. o Drizzlepaw
❧ Thunderclan Apprentice | He/Him
❧ Bewitched [Damp!] [ Permanently Active], The Collector [ Permanently Active], Killer Aptitude [Too Young]
"Don't cry. Don't despair. Now's not the time for that."
all he could hear was his pawsteps and wind rushing through his ears as he ran, " i'm sorry pa, i'm sorry pops, i'm sorry kes, i'm sorry ma" he mumbled as he sprinted, eventually, rosepaw came to a stop and so did drizzlepaw. " sorry mister risingstorm. i couldnt leave my sister to run alone."
he glanced around for what herbs the other cats were holding, red flowers, orange flowers, his sister was holding blue berries and sticks with cobwebs on them, others were holding moss. he shuffled over, grabbing a couple sticks and trekking around until he found cobwebs, he wrapped them up and looked for other herbs.
orange flowers, he didnt know what part was useful but this was marigold, yeah? he bit off the stem of a couple, flower, leaves and all. moss was nearby, the used his claws and tore up large chunks of it. he didnt know how he was carrying all of this, but he was.
his paws carried him. this bright red flower had to be a poppy, he almost let out a choked sob at the sight of it. he tried to stay strong, but a tear or two trickled down his blue-gray fur. he broke the stem and returned. maw full of herbs.
- @ Spider @ Dolomedes @ Red Dawn @ Mr_Possessive [ +2 cobwebs. +2 marigold +3 moss +1 poppy]
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