Damp and cold didn't go very well together. Now not only did she feel weirdly sticky, but now she was sticky and cold. Fun.
She held her tail high and her head up as she trotted into the mire, trying to ignore the terrible texture beneath her paws. Mushy and muddy. Mudslide usually didn't mind textures that much, but snow in particular, paired with dirt, made her wildly uncomfortable. She couldn't help but cringe a bit with each step.
Once she believed she reached a good spot, with bundles of borage in view, their purple flowers slightly browned, she stopped. She then turned to Duskpaw. She had heard a bit of their ranting, so she believed she would now have no problem holding herbs. Plus, from what she heard, Squirrelrise had offered to help. But, if Duskpaw wanted to get prickly, Mudslide didn't mind bursting a few bubbles.
Mudslide usually wasn't one for engaging in conflict she wasn't involved in, but a cat being prissy for no reason on a patrol she led was not something she would exactly stand for, even if it did earn her a few horrible looks of acknowledgement.
Without a word, just a simple thrash of her long and plumy tail, she was off. The roots were her first target, since she assumed they'd be harder to find.
After trotting and sniffing the air, she found the odd plant, standing tall with a head that looked like a burr, it's tall frame gathered among others. It was now or never.
[mudslide rolled a 20! completely intact!]
[+1 burdock (uprooted)]
[mudslide rolled a 20! slightly damaged...]
[+1 burdock (uprooted)]
[mudslide rolled a 20! slightly damaged...]
[+1 burdock (uprooted)]
[mudslide rolled a 20! completely intact!]
[+1 burdock (uprooted)]
[mudslide rolled a 1! fum--- wait, she can't feel her paws!]
Maybe she'd just gotten too cocky, because she uprooted the plant too harshly. Not only did it break, but it also went flying before it landed right at her paws. Carelessly, stupidly, she reached for the plant by the root, unaware of the awakening she was in for. She knew she couldn't use the herb, yet she picked it up regardless, hoping to maybe commit it to memory.
But then her maw started to tingle, and she couldn't feel her nose nor the top of her tongue. H--- what? She spat out the herb as quickly as she could, but the feeling didn't leave her. Great... Just great. If there was one way to go from selectively mute to completely mute, this had to be on the list.
Oh well, these effects, just like those of stinging nettle, had to go away at one point or another. She would've warned her clanmates about the roots numbing affects, but her tongue was lightless in protest, and she couldn't form her words.
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(d20 for birds: 7)
(d20 for squirrels: 13)
Tinywolf caught the faint scent of another squirrel and she stalked forward in the cover of darkness towards it. Her softpaws created no sound as she crept towards the rustling. The small she-cat leapt towards the squirrel but her paws were clumsily as she landed. The squirrel slipped through her claws and she chased it as it ran. She raced after it and kept again, her paws catching it this time.
Tinywolf quickly snapped it's neck before waiting to catch her breath. Afterwards she brought it towards her other catch and buried it.
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SQUIRRELRISE she/her | 17 moons | small, scarred russet and brown molly with white markings and yellow eyes
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
trailing behind mudslide, the warrior recites the herbs and their descriptions in her head. borage..small purple flowers, burdock..tall with a prickly thing on top, she notes. she frowns at the texture of cold mud underneath her paws as they travel further into the mire. mudslide is the first to break off from the group, and with a short glance at duskpaw, squirrelrise also goes in her own direction. considering she has offered help, she figures it'd be best if she hurried so she's able to tell duskpaw what exactly borage and burdock smell like.
[ squirrelrise rolls..a 2! ]
approaching what she mistook as a potential herb, she frowns once she realizes it's only a simple weed. tail flicking, she peers around before padding to a new spot. searching around in the greenery, she keeps her eyes peeled for anything that matches the description of borage and burdock.
[ squirrelrise rolls...a 2! ]
spotting something that resembles borage, her eyes light up and she hurries over. though, her excitement is short lived once she realizes that it looks like the plant has been completed squashed. by a cat or something else, she's not sure. what she is sure about, though, is that it's probably useless. and so, the search continues!
[ squirrelrise rolls a...14! ]
after a few moments of carefully searching, she finally finds a plant that matches the description of borage. lanky stem and purple flowers. she carefully breaks off the plants by the stem, firmly between her jaws. she blinks, lifting her head and glancing around the mire. deciding to continue on, she pads around darkwater mire. she has the borage, now she only needs burdock.
[ squirrelrise rolls a...19! ]
upon finding a plant that looks how burdock was described, she wastes no time lowering her head and plucking it. then, she looks around for duskpaw and approaches the apprentice, placing the herbs at her paws. "here ..you g-go..dus..." she trails off, unable to finish her sentence all the way. her maw felt very..tingly. oh no.
[ @Marigoldwhisper @c1nder I'm so sorry this took so long!! ;w;
+ 3 borage +1 burdock ]
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❧ Shadowclan Apprentice | She/Her
❧ Purrks - Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader, Kitty Softpaws T2 Snakes and sinners, smoke and mirrors
But why am I the one that has to pay?
following behind the warriors, the blind apprentice was less than pleased. four medics (albeit two were just assistants) and she wasnt one of them? and the patrol she was with was sent to the very place that her aunt died. brilliant. just brilliant.
she kept quiet as the warriors gathered herbs, and squirrelrise place a few in front of her. she smelled them. one was earthy but had a sweeter scent, and the other something like sap. strange. she ran her paws gently over them. one had large, but smooth, leaves, and thick roots attached at the bottom. and the other smaller, hairy leave. one of the two had a flower, which had a sharp, pungent scent. since it had a flower and not something sharp on it, she assumed it would be the borage.
[rolled an 18!]
without a word, she got up to find some of the herbs herself, letting her nose guide her to either borage or burdock, hopefully not too far from the others. now that she knew what it smelled like, she could find it semi-easily.
on the wind, she caught a faint, but there, sweeter scent, and approaching it yielded a large plant. and the leaves felt similar to the one that she would assume was burdock. rearing up to feel the top of the plant, her paw outstretched, and quickly recoiling as it collided with a burr. yup. this was the right plant.
[rolled a 9!]
she spent a good chunk of time even getting through the frosted dirt to dig up the roots of the plant. stars. her paws were getting cold, dammit. eventually, she was able to tear it up from the earth. she needed a moment, so she laid down, tucking in her paws to warm them up just a little.
[rolled a 19!]
rising again to her paws, she grabbed the burdock, trying not to let the close scent block her nose from finding the other herb she needed. it did, and only by pure luck did her paw gently brush against a fuzzy plant, just as her mouth was getting numb. numb??? why was her mouth getting numb?? she wasn't that cold, was she? anyway, she didnt trust her numb mouth to cleanly break the plant, because, surprise surprise, the dilute calico couldnt feel what the hell she was doing. so she placed the root down and sniffed the fuzzy plant before continuing. yup, the same, sappy scent hit her nose. she moved her paw over it, and there were a couple of borage plants. her claws cut through the thin stem, hearing as they fell gently to the ground.
very gently, she picked them up, trying not to harm the plant as she held it with her numb maw, and traced her way back to the group.
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Dawnstar's jaw was aching by the time she reached the Mire, lugging Sweetclaw's dead body with her. Her thoughts drifted to the last conversation had with her daughter, and the warning about Smokekit reincarnating as an eel living in the Mire. It needed to be fed once a moon. None of this surprised Dawnstar at this point in her life. The Clan leader has lived through a lot of crazy stuff, and hearing one of her grandkids was a water-snake creature was another walk through the forest for her.
The leader tossed the corpse into the water. It floated for a few seconds and slowly started sinking. Her eyes caught sight of the movement below the water's surface and then the corpse was dragged under. She barely spotted the eel before it was out of sight again. She was tempted to experiment with this, perhaps she'll throw live smaller prey. As much as she'd love to see if she could train this thing, Dawnstar knew better than to play with forces like that.
Intrigued, she found she might be visiting here more often. She missed talking to her mother after they had moved camps. Even if he wasn't inside that creature any longer, spilling her woos to something that couldn't speak back to her might help her manage her emotional stress. Getting up, Dawnstar quietly made her way back to camp.
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The look she had on her face the whole time she did it, the clear disdain for this whole thing. Appearance, pride, and ego were all very important to her. Even in this training, where only one other cat could see her, she was far from comfortable getting covered in dirt and muck like this. It would take the whole rest of the day to clean off! She would have to jump in a stream at this point, and that on it own was hardly pleasant.
Her ears perked as she listened to Flytail. Then, flicking her ears after he was done. Clearly uninterested in doing all that. Sure, in a real situation it was important, by why get oneself dirty in training? Annoyance once again showing in her gaze, scoffing at first. She thought she was above this.
Still, she took a moment to consider. One, she didn't want to make Flytail angry. Two, this was the most in-depth stealth training she had received, so she might want to actually try to learn from this, as disgusting as it was. Besides she wanted to actually prove herself as superior to everyone, how could she do that if she was being afraid of some dirt?
His whole spiel managed to hype her up enough. Nodding her head, ears flattening back as she crouched low. She felt it this time. Wordlessly, she tried it again. This time, diving into that muck, thoroughly rolling around in it. Spending a half minute making sure she was coated!
By the time she stood back up, she was drenched with mud as it dripped off her in clumps, no trace of her scent whatsoever. If she waited long enough, it was going to harden into a shell around her. "Ugh, I'm going to be bathing all day after this" She commented.
Flytail
He/Him
Shadow fiend
Flytail studied Neetlepaw as she stood, covered in mud. His tail flicked in slight approval. "The mess doesn't matter when your life’s on the line," he said, his tone sharp but not unkind. "Get used to becoming part of the environment." He circled her slowly, his eyes calculating. "This is a good start. But now you need to move without disturbing anything. If you stay too long in one place, you'll be found." He paused, watching her with an intensity that softened just a bit. "Stealth is about patience. Every movement counts-focus , or you'll give yourself away." Neetlepaw’s discomfort was clear, but Flytail wasn’t letting up. He knew the training would push her, but if she could push past her pride, she’d be one step closer to greatness. He nodded toward the bushes nearby. "Use the undergrowth. Slip between shadows. The less noise you make, the harder you’ll be to detect."
Springburst Nobody got you the way I do + she/her + Beefed up T2-Lyrebirds-Shadow fiend
[Spring rolled a 13 ! |
This ground was dragging her down, she could fell the mud or whatever caking up in her fur as she trudged on through. Her previous kill was hidden from nosy scavengers, but she sought to hunt some more. Slinking into the shadows with the use of shadow fiend she went on the prowl for another to bring home. Springburst still recalled what Mistlewhisker said so she would at least try to catch two pieces of prey and maybe a third if she's lucky enough. A twitch of her good ear she heard the sound of rustling once more, a sparing look showed it to be a dove like bird. Focusing on the bird she slowly slinked in its direction, staying in the shadows as she slowly got closer and closer. Usually she would try to see if she could snatch it out of the air but today wasn't the day to try, some other time. Once she was close enough, she made the leap and outstretched claws sunk into the feathery body of the dove pinning it to the ground. With a few slaps in the face from its frantic wing flapping, she snapped its neck and hide the limp body with the lemming.
[Spring rolled a 4 ]
She thought luck was on her side when she caught that one so that meant she'd be able to snag another right? Wrong, as soon as she slunk into the shadows once more she spotted a tiny mouse probably a young one ahead of her. One miss step of her paw landing in mud was enough noise for the small animal to run away in panic. She contemplated on chasing it but with the soggy ground around her, it wasn't really worth the trouble. With a huff she picked up her two pieces of prey and made her way back to the original spot for the others.
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☆*: .｡. o The Blind, The Broken, The Forgiving o .｡.:*☆
❧ Shadowclan Apprentice | She/Her
❧ Purrks - Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader, Kitty Softpaws T2 Snakes and sinners, smoke and mirrors
But why am I the one that has to pay?
following behind the warriors, the blind apprentice was less than pleased. four medics (albeit two were just assistants) and she wasnt one of them? and the patrol she was with was sent to the very place that her aunt died. brilliant. just brilliant.
she kept quiet as the warriors gathered herbs, and squirrelrise place a few in front of her. she smelled them. one was earthy but had a sweeter scent, and the other something like sap. strange. she ran her paws gently over them. one had large, but smooth, leaves, and thick roots attached at the bottom. and the other smaller, hairy leave. one of the two had a flower, which had a sharp, pungent scent. since it had a flower and not something sharp on it, she assumed it would be the borage.
[rolled an 18!]
without a word, she got up to find some of the herbs herself, letting her nose guide her to either borage or burdock, hopefully not too far from the others. now that she knew what it smelled like, she could find it semi-easily.
on the wind, she caught a faint, but there, sweeter scent, and approaching it yielded a large plant. and the leaves felt similar to the one that she would assume was burdock. rearing up to feel the top of the plant, her paw outstretched, and quickly recoiling as it collided with a burr. yup. this was the right plant.
[rolled a 9!]
she spent a good chunk of time even getting through the frosted dirt to dig up the roots of the plant. stars. her paws were getting cold, dammit. eventually, she was able to tear it up from the earth. she needed a moment, so she laid down, tucking in her paws to warm them up just a little.
[rolled a 19!]
rising again to her paws, she grabbed the burdock, trying not to let the close scent block her nose from finding the other herb she needed. it did, and only by pure luck did her paw gently brush against a fuzzy plant, just as her mouth was getting numb. numb??? why was her mouth getting numb?? she wasn't that cold, was she? anyway, she didnt trust her numb mouth to cleanly break the plant, because, surprise surprise, the dilute calico couldnt feel what the hell she was doing. so she placed the root down and sniffed the fuzzy plant before continuing. yup, the same, sappy scent hit her nose. she moved her paw over it, and there were a couple of borage plants. her claws cut through the thin stem, hearing as they fell gently to the ground.
very gently, she picked them up, trying not to harm the plant as she held it with her numb maw, and traced her way back to the group.
SQUIRRELRISE she/her | 17 moons | small, scarred russet and brown molly with white markings and yellow eyes
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
trailing behind mudslide, the warrior recites the herbs and their descriptions in her head. borage..small purple flowers, burdock..tall with a prickly thing on top, she notes. she frowns at the texture of cold mud underneath her paws as they travel further into the mire. mudslide is the first to break off from the group, and with a short glance at duskpaw, squirrelrise also goes in her own direction. considering she has offered help, she figures it'd be best if she hurried so she's able to tell duskpaw what exactly borage and burdock smell like.
[ squirrelrise rolls..a 2! ]
approaching what she mistook as a potential herb, she frowns once she realizes it's only a simple weed. tail flicking, she peers around before padding to a new spot. searching around in the greenery, she keeps her eyes peeled for anything that matches the description of borage and burdock.
[ squirrelrise rolls...a 2! ]
spotting something that resembles borage, her eyes light up and she hurries over. though, her excitement is short lived once she realizes that it looks like the plant has been completed squashed. by a cat or something else, she's not sure. what she is sure about, though, is that it's probably useless. and so, the search continues!
[ squirrelrise rolls a...14! ]
after a few moments of carefully searching, she finally finds a plant that matches the description of borage. lanky stem and purple flowers. she carefully breaks off the plants by the stem, firmly between her jaws. she blinks, lifting her head and glancing around the mire. deciding to continue on, she pads around darkwater mire. she has the borage, now she only needs burdock.
[ squirrelrise rolls a...19! ]
upon finding a plant that looks how burdock was described, she wastes no time lowering her head and plucking it. then, she looks around for duskpaw and approaches the apprentice, placing the herbs at her paws. "here ..you g-go..dus..." she trails off, unable to finish her sentence all the way. her maw felt very..tingly. oh no.
[ @Marigoldwhisper @c1nder I'm so sorry this took so long!! ;w;
+ 3 borage +1 burdock ]
Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\20 moons\Shadowclan
"There's blood in the water. The quiet are restless, the silent are still"
She couldn't even tell if there was any more space left in her maw to hold anything, and along with that she couldn't feel the inside of her mouth or anything inside it with the roof of her tongue, since it was, y'know, numb.
At least the chill of cold was enough to make sure that her whole body wasn't becoming senseless. If it wasn't for her whiskers, she would've forgotten she was even holding any herbs. Using her nose to locate the other patrol members, she alerted them both with a low growl. She could only assume that both she-cat's had also realized the numbing affects of the roots too late, and she doubted they could gather anything else. This kind of stuff was a hazard. One moment, she could assume she was tearing up herbs, and the next, she'd realize she shredded her tongue.
Raising her striped tail, she flicked it towards the exit. She also wanted to leave just to get the horrible feeling of muddy snow away from her paw pads. She didn't wait for objections, since she doubted they could talk, and padded out.
SQUIRRELRISE she/her | 17 moons | small, scarred russet and brown molly with white markings and yellow eyes
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
squirrelrise would be lying if she said she wasn't panicking as she picked up the herbs once more. why?? was her mouth numb? the only reasonable explanation would be one of the herbs - a logical explanation, anyway. the illogical part of her, of course, wants her to believe that she's been poisoned in some way, and that makes her chest clench. oouh boy. is she dying? she's dying. definitely.
luckily, mudslide was signaling that it's time for the patrol to leave. bringing up the rear of the patrol, the warrior pads back to camp.
Her ear flicked, acknowledging what he said, even if she didn't particularly like it. Useful information to know for a life-or-death situation, but she really did not look forward to the process of cleaning herself off. That would come later, though, as it seemed there was more to this training.
So, keep moving, but go slow, stay focused, and use the environment? Simple enough. Slinking forward to prove she had what it takes, she begins weaving through foliage, into shadows, and behind trees. Her goal was to lose Flytail entirely, even if only for a moment. Doing so should hopefully prove that she had completed her lesson and was adept at stealth.
As such, she took everything he said to heart. Prowling with her body low to the ground, she continued at a slow crawl. Every step was deliberate, scanning to make sure she wouldn't step on branches or other things that would make noise. She went for natural cover, anything required to break line of sight long enough for her to slip away into shadows. From there, she tried circling around Flytail. Waiting, watching, seeing if he ever let his guard down. If that happened, or if simply enough time passed, she would jump out from her hiding spot, hoping the ambush was successful!
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