Determined ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Lawful Good ⋆ She/Her ⋆ Killer Aptitude T3
“I can fix her!”
@kira
Adderstrike quite liked the sound of snow crunching under her feet. It was a pleasant sound to fill the dead silence of the world around them, other than the chilling howls of the wind. She stole a quick glance over to Primroseadder and smiled softly. The cold didn't feel as cold with her around...
Before thinking too much on that she focused to the soft sound of something jumping around on the snow. So she crouched down and slowly approached being mindful of the noisy snow. Up ahead was a bluejay checking acorn for which one it wanted. Good it was distracted, maybe then it wouldn't hear the snow.
So she crept forwards up until it was within range of jumping. Of course this is when the bird heard her and tried to fly away, expect she was too fast for that. She jumped up and swatted the bird down before she finished it off.
Primroseadder RiverClan Warrior Ultimate Predator
Go with the Flow
Shadow Fiend
She / Her ; 15 Moons
Once the two cats had reached the river, Primroseadder didn´t hesitate before leaping into the icy waters. A shiver ran up the warrior´s spine as she dived under, clamping her jaws around a plump carp, despite it being nearly leaf-bare.
Primroseadder resurfaced with the carp between her jaws, hauling herself onto the bank where her former mentor stood with a bluejay. The she-cat shook out her pelt. She wouldn´t have minded her wet pelt if the water hadn´t been so cold. She pressed close to Adderstrike until she had warmed up.
Adderstrike
Determined ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Lawful Good ⋆ She/Her ⋆ Killer Aptitude T3
“I can fix her!”
@kira
Adderstrike helped Primroseadder get warm faster by grooming her to get the extra water off of her faster, as well as wrapping her tail around the other shecat. Seeing the carp made Adderstrike sorely want a trout, the best food there was. "Should we get more or you think this is enough. Not like we are on patrol or anything." She said in between trying to get extra water off her friend.
Embarrassingly padding up last, Brokenstream dipped his head awkwardly to his patrol mates. "Sorry about the wait. Let's get going." With a flick of his tail, he began to head off.
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As they made their way into the territory, Brokenstream took it upon himself to divide the tasks. "Marigoldpaw, have you learned how to swim yet? If not, don't go near the riverbanks, just in case it's already starting to get slippery with the cold." He glanced at Pebblesplash. "I'll handle getting some thyme if you could look for broom? Marigoldpaw, would you be so kind as to get a few sticks?" He remembered from brief encounters with her, that she was an energetic one. He was sure she would have no problem tearing off some sticks from shrubs and the like...probably.
☘︎ The molly nodded, turning away from her patrol mates. She wishes this was a hunting patrol, as she would have loved to teach the apprentice that came along. Naturally, however, Pebblesplash knew that not everything could be a hunting patrol, and thus, she was okay with that. Besides, she could always go hunting later… In fact, she probably would. After a quick debrief of her thoughts, she went sniffing for broom. She’d never heard of it, but the description sounded familiar. It confused her that flowers would still be up during this time of year, however she looked out for the flowers. Eventually, she found the patch, and wondered what exactly was the part used for medicine… Was it the flowers? The tiny Leaves? She knew it wasn’t the twigs… She decides to collect a mixture of both the flowers and leaves by pulling a large branch off the yellow shrub. That Should be plenty. The flavor in her mouth was lacking, other than a bit of mild sweetness. It was much better compared to that one time the harvested burdock root… The she-cat purrs as she returns to her clanmates.
+ 2 Broom
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☘︎ The molly nodded, turning away from her patrol mates. She wishes this was a hunting patrol, as she would have loved to teach the apprentice that came along. Naturally, however, Pebblesplash knew that not everything could be a hunting patrol, and thus, she was okay with that. Besides, she could always go hunting later… In fact, she probably would. After a quick debrief of her thoughts, she went sniffing for broom. She’d never heard of it, but the description sounded familiar. It confused her that flowers would still be up during this time of year, however she looked out for the flowers. Eventually, she found the patch, and wondered what exactly was the part used for medicine… Was it the flowers? The tiny Leaves? She knew it wasn’t the twigs… She decides to collect a mixture of both the flowers and leaves by pulling a large branch off the yellow shrub. That Should be plenty. The flavor in her mouth was lacking, other than a bit of mild sweetness. It was much better compared to that one time the harvested burdock root… The she-cat purrs as she returns to her clanmates.
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Embarrassingly padding up last, Brokenstream dipped his head awkwardly to his patrol mates. "Sorry about the wait. Let's get going." With a flick of his tail, he began to head off.
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As they made their way into the territory, Brokenstream took it upon himself to divide the tasks. "Marigoldpaw, have you learned how to swim yet? If not, don't go near the riverbanks, just in case it's already starting to get slippery with the cold." He glanced at Pebblesplash. "I'll handle getting some thyme if you could look for broom? Marigoldpaw, would you be so kind as to get a few sticks?" He remembered from brief encounters with her, that she was an energetic one. He was sure she would have no problem tearing off some sticks from shrubs and the like...probably.
Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\13 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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Okay, sticks!! She could do that, certainly.
Orange paws trembled slightly as she was lead out to territory, her hazel gaze lingering on the two warriors ahead before she gave Brokenstream a quick nod of her head. She knew how to swim... A bit, but if she was going to be completely honest, she wasn't entirely good at it. She never really liked that water, it brang back some less than pleasent memories. So, staying away from any water would be absolutely no problemo!
The she-cat looked around. Honestly, finding sticks wasn't the least but hard, especially since the branches on twigs tended to snap easily this time of year.
Upon spotting a cluster, she opened her maw and reached for one.
[marigoldpaw rolled a 1! fumble!!]
ACK!
So much for easy... The stick was too brittle and crumbled like a leaf in her jaws. "Whoops, sorry!" Thank the stars no splinters sprung out at her, that would've been... Well, less than great. Imagine getting an injury while on a herb patrol? What irony.
Okay, okay, next stick, and this one hopefully wouldn't snap at her in retaliation.
[marigoldpaw rolled a 1! fumble!!]
...Let's just say that didn't go well... Uh, moving on!
[marigoldpaw rolled a 1! fumble!!]
What was up with her today? Was she hitting too hard? Were the sticks really that fragile? I guess they'd be no good for the medics if they were anyhow... So, all this snapping is helping me find sticks that are actually stable. Yeah, that made sense. Curled ears then perked, looking for a piece of wood that seemed more sturdy.
[marigoldpaw rolled a 20 for harvestability! completely intact!]
[+1 stick]
[marigoldpaw rolled a 1! fumble!!]
[marigoldpaw rolled a 20 for harvestability! slightly damaged...]
[+1 stick]
[INVENTORY - 2 sticks (the die was mean to me, I am not apart of this)]
Sedgeflake's pacing had taken him out of camp, but not far. As he rounded the corner of the rock wall he heard a crack overhead, and the grating sound of sliding stone.
He only had time to look up before a large piece of rock came crashing down onto his head, and he dropped instantly - the force killing him.
You know what the warrior needed? A peaceful stroll in the territory (for once). Hear that? Peaceful. He heard a bit of a ruckus nearby…rocks and all. He instantly had to go and poke around, simply interested in who was wandering, or if it was just nature. His jaw fell agape…eyes wide ed as he saw the body of his…what he’d consider his friend. The rock that murdered him lay nearby…SedgeFlake was dead. The warrior whimpered quietly as he scampered over him in the pure hope of finding a heartbeat…nothing. Still. He couldn’t let another life to- no- no! Tears pricked his eyes as he forced the toms body on his back, exhausted and struggling back to camp…why did he end up in these hellish situations?
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Brokenstream watched as Marigoldpaw tried...and failed to get a few sticks. No worries, it didn't seem to dampen her spirits much. He secretly wished all the apprentices had such a can-do attitude as her...but that wouldn't make them unique. When it appeared she had finally collected a couple, he nodded in approval and began to search for thyme.
[ BROKENSTREAM ROLLED A 1 ]
What the heck? Was there any thyme around here?
[ BROKENSTREAM ROLLED AN 18 ]
Oh! There. A whole patch of it! Now if he was careful...
[ BROKENSTREAM ROLLED AN 18 ]
Perfect! The tom managed to grab several pieces of thyme in one go. This should be sufficient, he would think.
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