private ABSURD TO THE INSANE;; herb patrol

[Moonbeam]

Though Leaf-fall was one of Moonbeam's preferred seasons - it wasn't too hot but wasn't too cold either, and she liked the look of the leaves from across the border as they began to change colors - she didn't like what could come with it, the different illnesses that could rear their heads, especially those so deadly within the nursery, and with WindClan's mention of yellowcough being back at the last gathering she wanted to be prepared for that and anything else that could come their way. Luckily so far no one within RiverClan had shown any symptoms of the illness that had plagued them last leaf-fall, and luckily as far as the medicine cats knew it was something that could only be gotten from others, but that didn't mean greencough couldn't come to them, and so she was planning on getting prepared just in case. "It looks kind of like dandelion when it's white, all puffed out into a ball, but it's yellow on top instead of white and fluffy."

She'd explained to the patrol with her what she was looking for, for although she knew the general area where tansy grew this would be her first leaf-fall actually searching for it, having not yet been Ravensong's apprentice this time last cycle. They move through the territory carefully, the medicine cat's ears pricked as she listens for danger as she goes towards the area where the plants were, searching for the little flecks of yellow, eyes trained on the ground in front of her just as the bright color jumps out at her. She begins moving forward before quickly stopping as the color of various shades of brown reach her eyes, followed by the black of hooves and a large nose reaching down as the buck reaches down to eat the tansy, it's ears swiveling quickly as head shot up to look towards the cats that had been heading in it's direction.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

• -- [The patrol comes across a buck eating just the herbs Moonbeam needs to harvest! It looks rather annoyed to be interrupted, watch out for it's stomping hooves!]
  
  Feel free to play the buck in your post! Powerplay is allowed on him
  @FOXTAIL @SUNPAW. @PEBBLEPAW @iciclefang @Pinepaw ⭒
• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[iciclefang]

Hazecloud has seen fit to put Iciclefang and Pinepaw on a medicine cat's patrol, and the tortoiseshell lead acquiesces without verbal complaint, though there's no excitement in the sleek warrior's icechip eyes. She trails behind Moonbeam, her ears flicking in acknowledgment at the white she-cat's call. "It kind of looks like dandelion when it's white, all puffed out into a ball," she tells her patrol. Iciclefang remembers the precious sting of lungwort against her tongue, accompanied by mountain air that had ruffled her short pelt, that had bitten into her bones. She remembers it like she remembers the flame of Stormywing's eyes, the snow crushed beneath their bodies as they laughed, breathless, into the night.

The memory feels strange to handle when Pinepaw is so near. Iciclefang looks almost guardedly at her daughter, studying the roundness of her flexed shoulders, the way her muscles are beginning to ripple under her shining coat. "I hope you're paying attention." She does not offer her apprentice a smile. Pinepaw is as bored with medicine-talk as her mother is, no doubt, but that doesn't excuse her from the lesson. "What herb is Moonbeam looking for? Or were you paying attention?"

The harshness is a little unfair, she knows. It is not Pinepaw's fault her eyes are gilded like the sun. It is not her fault that there's a chill in the air, that the warm season has gone and left Iciclefang full of brooding memory.

It is just on the tip of her tongue to apologize when Moonbeam halts the patrol. Iciclefang turns her face toward the subject in question, long-necked, tall-eared, crowned with barren branches. The fur thickens along her shoulders, and she lets a low growl reverberate in her chest. "Careful," she warns the rest of the patrol. "They are not interested in us, but if we spook them, it will run... and their hooves are deadly." ThunderClan cats, she knows, have perished under the blunt force of those wicked feet; she will not have her Clanmates suffer the same fate, if she can help it.

To Moonbeam, she murmurs, "This may be a lost cause. We should turn around before it gets upset."

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 28 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.

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[Pinefrost]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- To say Pinepaw was disappointed in her patrol assignment today would be an understatement. She could see Shellpaw enjoying something as tranquil and flower-filled as this, but Pinepaw was meant for something she could sink her teeth and her claws into, not whatever Moonbeam was humming along about. The alabaster mollys job was pretty cool, but beyond talking to StarClan, Pinepaw's attention for working with herbs was fleeting.

As Moonbeam was speaking, Pinepaw was looking at the medicine cat, at the very least, but it was the thought of Shellpaw that the mini-lesson prompted. A lot of things have been bringing Shellpaw to her mind lately. I hope you're paying attention. The cool hum of her mentor draws Pinepaw's gaze away from both the herb and her thoughts. Iciclefang's expression is armored as always, but Pinepaw blinks a couple of times in the face of the extra chill in her mentors demeanor.
"Uhm.. a dandelion." Pinepaw answers, and though the usual brazen confidence in her tone is absent, she doesn't let her uncertainty peek through her steady words.

She is spared from exploring the topic any further when Moonbeam forces them to a sudden stop, and in sync with her mother Pinepaw turns her head to face the hooved beast. The apprentices maw parts in quiet shock, and she looks to Iciclefang for guidance. "What is it?" The creature reminded her of a tree, she thinks, but furry and knobby.

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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