Copperpaw seemed to be getting along well enough, so Heroneye continued her search. She managed to find a bit of fennel--but that was really all she could carry, and least if she wanted to take it all back in one trip.
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch | dreamwalker
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 59 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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[ Roll: 14 ]
Stagheart had managed to spot another fresh patch of horsetail, and that was about all he could carry. He padded back over to Heroneye and dipped his head in acknowledgement, as if saying he was all set — his jaws were full of the plants as his gaze flicked between her and Copperpaw, ready to return.
"Dream came up and spray painted her cats on the wall" Sol came up and put some cookies on the ground to munch on. Crane spray painted a rainbow and wrote LGBTQIA+ rights!
While Copperpaw was still working and making progress, Heroneye and Stagheart had gathered all they could, and they were nearing the time when they risked a scolding if they held off on returning for much longer. Granted, Heroneye had trouble imagining Berryshine scolding anyone, but she didn't want to disappoint anyone anyway. It was time to head back.
"Copperpaw? Take what you can and come back here, please. It's time to return to camp," Heroneye called. Once the apprentice returned, Heroneye would lead the patrol back.
(sorry if this is a bit abrupt, but i wanted to give us ample time wrap this up and avoid pubishment haha. feel free to post your cats reporting back at camp; i'm a bit busy atm and might take a bit to post again, so no need to wait for me)
"Dream came up and spray painted her cats on the wall" Sol came up and put some cookies on the ground to munch on. Crane spray painted a rainbow and wrote LGBTQIA+ rights!
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very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch | dreamwalker
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 59 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart nodded, picking up his herbs and following the Lionheart back to camp. Good thing Copperpaw showed up and that they were headed back on time (albeit a bit later than usual); he couldn't picture Berryshine scolding anyone either.
Owlstar was rather cooped up. A shame, given her nature to walk and search until her paw pads blistered beneath her.
As she walked up to a nearby river, she was cautious, watching for any unnatural springs of blood, as sharp and haunting as burrs in her pelt. Not a problem. She didn't have to worry. Not now. But she did have to plan. Otters were no joke, and didn't have to kill them to know that. Viscous beasts about as bad as the tide that carried them. Hopefully Thunderclan could hold them off, but she wasn't counting on it.
If there was anything she knew, alliance or friendship (ha!) between other clans wasn't certain or likely, especially now, so she had to make sure her clan was in priority. Watching authoritatively as fishes danced in and out of the glare of the sun, Owlstar sat down before crouching.
She unsheathed her claws and breathed evenly, her heart rate beating to a slow even pulse. A trout was in sight, spotted an abnormally large. It'd be a nice catch if she could make it.
[owlstar rolled a 16! catch successful!]
[+1 trout]
The fish flopped and sputtered beneath her claws, it's last spur of muscle movement in its blinking moments. Owlstar grinned, satisfied with her catch. She'd bring it back to the clan, along with anything else she could find. The leader wasn't really hungry. She just saw a need and figured she should fill it.
Owlstar was rather cooped up. A shame, given her nature to walk and search until her paw pads blistered beneath her.
As she walked up to a nearby river, she was cautious, watching for any unnatural springs of blood, as sharp and haunting as burrs in her pelt. Not a problem. She didn't have to worry. Not now. But she did have to plan. Otters were no joke, and didn't have to kill them to know that. Viscous beasts about as bad as the tide that carried them. Hopefully Thunderclan could hold them off, but she wasn't counting on it.
If there was anything she knew, alliance or friendship (ha!) between other clans wasn't certain or likely, especially now, so she had to make sure her clan was in priority. Watching authoritatively as fishes danced in and out of the glare of the sun, Owlstar sat down before crouching.
She unsheathed her claws and breathed evenly, her heart rate beating to a slow even pulse. A trout was in sight, spotted an abnormally large. It'd be a nice catch if she could make it.
[owlstar rolled a 16! catch successful!]
[+1 trout]
The fish flopped and sputtered beneath her claws, it's last spur of muscle movement in its blinking moments. Owlstar grinned, satisfied with her catch. She'd bring it back to the clan, along with anything else she could find. The leader wasn't really hungry. She just saw a need and figured she should fill it.
Skywalker
RiverClan Warrior
he/him| 58 moons
[Cream tom with mottled brown back and head with green eyes] Purrks:
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ YOU WERE The Chosen One ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[It's May fourth I'm still on my Star Wars grind (help)]
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Skywalker sped through the forest, big paws thudding over the leaf litter and bracken. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs, but if he could push a little more, a little faster, he'd beat his score from yesterday. Seconds ticked in his head, swiftly approaching his personal best, urging his legs to push harder, faster, propelling him towards the river.
The break in the trees was visible, and he still had three seconds. Skywalker forced a last burst of speed, and he broke through the treeline like a shooting star, rocketing straight into the river. A wave of water spilled over the bank, droplets peppering the unfortunate soul nearby. When he came up, he whooped to the sky. "FOURTY TWO!" He shook the water from his face, blinking his bleary green eyes as they focused on his surroundings. He let out a breath, aching legs paddling to keep his face above water in the river as he floated gently along it. He spun slowly as he did, the cheerful yellows and greens of Newleaf twinkling at him in the sunshine. Stars, he loved his territory. He couldn't imagine living anywhere else--especially some place dry. The Lionsbeach was bad enough--all that sand. Eyugh.
His peace was short lived, however, as a great big shadow came into view.
"Oh! Owlstar, what a surprise to see you here!" Skywalker did his best to smile charmingly up at her, even as he continued spinning slowly. "Uh, what are you doing here?" His voice lilted at the end, shoulders briefly coming up to hide his shame. "Don't get me wrong, you look radiant in the sunlight, but it's not often I see someone here at this time of day." He was rapidly floating away now, which meant his lovely swim was over. He clambered onto the bank, sopping fur clinging to his muscled frame. He sniffed.
Then he spotted the fish at her paws, and he grinned. "Oh, I see. Fishing, which happens to be one of my favorite activities. Mind if I join you?" He began running a paw over his face as though he hadn't been doing nothing but making a fool of himself for the last minute.
Re: RiverClan Territory
Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
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