Dull grief turned into sharp, furious rage. How dare those horrible, fish eating, lazy, no-good, idiotic PESTS kill her mate? A whole life of love and loss and trial and triumph snuffed out for no good reason. Sleethound's words fell on deaf ears and with a mighty shove, Aspenstrike sent the tom stumbling back. "No one touches her." She snarled, yellow eyes blazing with infernal fury. She was so tired of losing.
Those fishfaces would lose, this time. She would take from them as they took from her.
Scooping her precious love up, the molly was silent, tearstained face crumbling to give way to a stoney scowl as she carried her beloved mate back to camp, not caring if anyone followed. They could all rot, for all she cared. The whole world could rot away and she would be content to watch.
CinnamonSwirl
They/Them - Nonbinary|Asexual + Panromatic - 28 Moons - A cream and cinnamon cat with light cinnamon swirls and darker cinnamon flecks and dark green eyes
CinnamonSwirl followed their patrol leader, looking around at the trees in awe. The cinnamon swirled cat was amazed by the different colors, like a kit seeing them for the first time. They'd seen them come and go every season but it still always amazed them. Suddenly, their patrol leader's voice brought them out of their whimsical trance and asked if CinnamonSwirl and the other cat had seen anything. "No, it's hard to find goldenrod when the leaves are all kinda gold, assuming that it's gold of course!" CinnamonSwirl said, ending with a bit of a chuckle. They hadn't the faintest idea what anything they were looking for was.
*-Willowwisp-*
she/her || 28moons || Herbal Knowledge T1 A black stripped tabby with blue/grey eyes and an oriental build. She wears a lavender sprig on her ear. [rolling a dice to see if she gets lucky and finds goldenrod, even yes, odd no]
[roll: 12]
Willowwisp giggled a little at that. It was definitely true, the yellows of the flowers blended in nicely with the yellow of the leaved on the trees. "That's certainly true," she spoke as well, approaching the plants that might be goldenrod but also might not be. Assuming that it might be best to gather it even if it was the wrong plant, Willowwisp turned to Cinnamonswirl with a kind smile. "Let's grab a couple of these and then we can start smelling around for thyme. That herb I think I at least know the smell of." She gently instructed, and began to chew a few sprigs of the probably goldenrod off of it's stem.
Nightspark
RiverClan Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
As he left the camp along his patrol, Nightspark couldn't think about how long he haven't been there, and he still remembered the two skirmishes that happened there... He didn't realized how fast he had walked until he and his patrol arrived, he spoke up "Listen up, Wind Clan have been a lot active those last moons on that border, I personnally participated in two skirmishes on that border. Do not engage Wind Clan on their territory, even if we are at war with them. Engage only the tresspassers and the rogues.", it was his only orders, but most of their patrol must know that they could also catch some prey if they find a rabbit or a mouse... He sniffed around, for now, he didn't felt any Wind Clan cats nearby...
"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
Nightspark
RiverClan Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
As he left the camp along his patrol, Nightspark couldn't think about how long he haven't been there, and he still remembered the two skirmishes that happened there... He didn't realized how fast he had walked until he and his patrol arrived, he spoke up "Listen up, Wind Clan have been a lot active those last moons on that border, I personnally participated in two skirmishes on that border. Do not engage Wind Clan on their territory, even if we are at war with them. Engage only the tresspassers and the rogues.", it was his only orders, but most of their patrol must know that they could also catch some prey if they find a rabbit or a mouse... He sniffed around, for now, he didn't felt any Wind Clan cats nearby...
Amberpaw nodded, stepping around carefully and sniffing at the air.
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I’m Here..... It’s Been a while. When did I come... I didn’t know
I felt falling and Alone. I'd never grow old and decided. It wasn’t time to go.
As the ship roared past, I stayed. As I had come. Lost. Alone. Empty.
Somewhere. Something. Had brought me here. But what?
Nightspark
RiverClan Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
As he left the camp along his patrol, Nightspark couldn't think about how long he haven't been there, and he still remembered the two skirmishes that happened there... He didn't realized how fast he had walked until he and his patrol arrived, he spoke up "Listen up, Wind Clan have been a lot active those last moons on that border, I personnally participated in two skirmishes on that border. Do not engage Wind Clan on their territory, even if we are at war with them. Engage only the tresspassers and the rogues.", it was his only orders, but most of their patrol must know that they could also catch some prey if they find a rabbit or a mouse... He sniffed around, for now, he didn't felt any Wind Clan cats nearby...
•° Heatherwhisker °• Shadow Fiend • Silver Tongue • Just A Scratch
Upon hearing a voice behind him, Heatherwhisker froze. Slowly turning his head around, he locked eyes with a rather grumpy looking RiverClanner -- oh, wait, this was Gingerfreeze. Gingerstar now probably. Aaaand look, he had a posse! Heatherwhisker scoffed to himself before dropping the bird at his paws and speaking. "Oh dear me, I haven't the faintest clue what you're talking about. You must be mistaking me for some other WindClanner, I would never. Now, you and your... bodyguard? Have a good day." With that, he offered a nod to the pair of cats, picked up his prey, and began to make his way into WindClan territory. If he could just get them to cross the border...
// @Estelle @FrostyGalaxy thank youuuu for your patience w this reply ueue <3 \\
*-Willowwisp-*
she/her || 28moons || Herbal Knowledge T1 A black stripped tabby with blue/grey eyes and an oriental build. She wears a lavender sprig on her ear. [rolling a dice to see if she gets lucky and finds goldenrod, even yes, odd no]
[roll: 12]
Willowwisp giggled a little at that. It was definitely true, the yellows of the flowers blended in nicely with the yellow of the leaved on the trees. "That's certainly true," she spoke as well, approaching the plants that might be goldenrod but also might not be. Assuming that it might be best to gather it even if it was the wrong plant, Willowwisp turned to Cinnamonswirl with a kind smile. "Let's grab a couple of these and then we can start smelling around for thyme. That herb I think I at least know the smell of." She gently instructed, and began to chew a few sprigs of the probably goldenrod off of it's stem.
[ +2 goldenrod ]
*-Willowwisp-*
she/her || 28moons || Herbal Knowledge T1 A black stripped tabby with blue/grey eyes and an oriental build. She wears a lavender sprig on her ear.
[ 72 hours have passed, cinnamonswirl's turn has been skipped ]
[ rolling to see if she finds thyme, odd no, even yes. Roll: 1]
Having gathered the probably-goldenrod, Willowwisp moved on to looking for the other herb she maybe knew at least something about. She thought she knew what thyme smelled like, but wasn't positive on the appearance, so, wandering across the territory border, she opened her mouth wide to see if she could smell the herb at all... and came up empty. Stars this was awful. They needed all the herbs they could get and she couldn't find any of the stars damned thyme. Turning to Cinnamonswirl, a little desperately, she put her probably-goldenrod down and asked "do you know where we could find thyme? I don't want to come back with just the goldenrod..." She'd feel so bad if there was some around but her patrol only came back with the goldenrod... maybe later she can go on a solo hunt for the herbs she's confident she knows.
*-Willowwisp-*
she/her || 28moons || Herbal Knowledge T1 A black stripped tabby with blue/grey eyes and an oriental build. She wears a lavender sprig on her ear.
[ 72 hours have passed, cinnamonswirl's turn has been skipped ]
[ rolling to see if she finds thyme, odd no, even yes. Roll: 1]
Having gathered the probably-goldenrod, Willowwisp moved on to looking for the other herb she maybe knew at least something about. She thought she knew what thyme smelled like, but wasn't positive on the appearance, so, wandering across the territory border, she opened her mouth wide to see if she could smell the herb at all... and came up empty. Stars this was awful. They needed all the herbs they could get and she couldn't find any of the stars damned thyme. Turning to Cinnamonswirl, a little desperately, she put her probably-goldenrod down and asked "do you know where we could find thyme? I don't want to come back with just the goldenrod..." She'd feel so bad if there was some around but her patrol only came back with the goldenrod... maybe later she can go on a solo hunt for the herbs she's confident she knows.
[Rolling a dice to see if Cinnamon finds a thyme scent! Odds = No, Evens= Yes]
[ Roll: 12 ]
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CinnamonSwirl sniffed around the area they were in for thyme and a little cluster. "Over here!" The white and cinnamon swirled cat called "I think it was kinda hidden by another scent..." They said and dug up the clump of herbs. "Next is Burdock root, right?" CinnamonSwirl asked.
[Rolling a dice to see if Cinnamon finds a thyme scent! Odds = No, Evens= Yes]
[ Roll: 12 ]
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CinnamonSwirl sniffed around the area they were in for thyme and a little cluster. "Over here!" The white and cinnamon swirled cat called "I think it was kinda hidden by another scent..." They said and dug up the clump of herbs. "Next is Burdock root, right?" CinnamonSwirl asked.
[+3 Thyme]
*-Willowwisp-*
she/her || 28moons || Herbal Knowledge T1 A black stripped tabby with blue/grey eyes and an oriental build. She wears a lavender sprig on her ear.
"Yes," Willowwisp confirms with a nod, "although... I haven't the faintest idea what it looks or smells like. I'm entirely in the dark with burdock." Should they just head back now? With the things they have and a distinct lack of burdock root? Should she just see if she could find comfrey while they're here as a substitute? Willow knows that it grows around here, in fact, she knows where a patch of it might be if the recent cold hadn't already started work on killing the plant.
Mind made up and not wanting to return with less than requested - even if the herb substituted wasn't one Falconfeather knew - Willow wanders a little ways away to where a patch of comfrey grows. The leaves don't look the best, definitely starting to go bad with the change in the seasons, but they're still good, so Willow drops her probably-goldenrod and begins pulling the plant up to access the roots. "This is comfrey," she explains after grabbing a few of the light colored roots, "while it's not burdock, the roots can be chewed into a poultice and help with the mending of broken bones."
*-Willowwisp-*
she/her || 28moons || Herbal Knowledge T1 A black stripped tabby with blue/grey eyes and an oriental build. She wears a lavender sprig on her ear.
"Yes," Willowwisp confirms with a nod, "although... I haven't the faintest idea what it looks or smells like. I'm entirely in the dark with burdock." Should they just head back now? With the things they have and a distinct lack of burdock root? Should she just see if she could find comfrey while they're here as a substitute? Willow knows that it grows around here, in fact, she knows where a patch of it might be if the recent cold hadn't already started work on killing the plant.
Mind made up and not wanting to return with less than requested - even if the herb substituted wasn't one Falconfeather knew - Willow wanders a little ways away to where a patch of comfrey grows. The leaves don't look the best, definitely starting to go bad with the change in the seasons, but they're still good, so Willow drops her probably-goldenrod and begins pulling the plant up to access the roots. "This is comfrey," she explains after grabbing a few of the light colored roots, "while it's not burdock, the roots can be chewed into a poultice and help with the mending of broken bones."
[ + 2 comfrey, 2 goldenrod ] __________
Cinnamonswirl - They/Them - Ace + Pan - 28 Moons
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CinnamonSwirl watched her patrol mate gather a root. She explained to Cinnamon that it was comfrey, used for broken bones. "Cool!" CinnamonSwirl muttered.
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