AT A KNOCKED DOWN PRICE ✦ FINDERS KEEPERS?

[EVENINGPAW]

"Did last leaf-bare come around this soon, too?" Eveningpaw asks to start up idle chatter, even if she already knows the answer. Of course not; if that were the case, the Clan would not be frowning nearly this much, and their discussions would not be so foreboding. Everyone seems... concerned. Eveningpaw has more or less grown to expect that sort of attitude from her peers now; RiverClan always has something to deal with. It may as well be part of the warrior code at this point.

She knows it may be a touchy subject. Eveningpaw's eyes graze Hazecloud's — fade-striped legs have grown long and slender, meaning Eveningpaw has outgrown her mama, but she likes to keep herself in a half-crouch as she walks to keep up a different illusion. So much has happened in the past year... and certainly before that, with Smokestar still at the helm and Lichentail answering to him for "foolish mistakes", or so Eveningpaw has heard. She cannot deem the act of love and decision to raise a family foolish, even if it had led to the demise of poor Snowflakekit. And now leaf-bare is knocking on their door again, and Eveningpaw is inches away from warriorhood.

A good warrior tends to the matters of her Clanmates. That is precisely why Eveningpaw watches her surroundings like a hawk while her earlier inquiry sparks a conversation overhead. And sure enough, her perception rewards her. "Look!"

As per Eveningpaw tradition, she bounds up ahead without waiting for permission. She shoves her head underneath a still-destroyed bush, jaws quickly closing around her find; a bunch of down feathers, ever-swaying due to her movements and threatening to send an enormous sneeze throughout her body.

"Oh, it's so soft... I'll put it to good use." she muses as she returns, taking a seat in front of the others. Eveningpaw releases the feathers and carefully pats them together inbetween her paws, so that none of it can escape the trek back home. Perhaps she can give it to Lichenstar for their love of birds... but she is almost certain the leader would rather give it to someone who needs extra bedding more, like maybe Lilacbird. "Maybe we can find other goodies like this here?"

@hazecloud

Material gathering for the event!
Rolled a 16; 3 points.

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- "do you see anything?" carawaysong hums to her apprentice as she searches. in her youth, she had a knack for picking out a shiny speck from the river, or someone else's collection... but it seemed that was not as transferrable a skill to things of genuine use.

she takes a break from searching to listen to eveningpaw's question. with all the moving around just before last leafbare, carawaysong hardly remembered when exactly it arrived. it was strange how she could remember skyclan and shadowclan's nurseries but not the first snow she had witnessed. "i don't think so, it's weird." the warrior mutters in discontent, moving along to a different area to continue her search.

but the patrol was drawing to a close and she had still found nothing. she beckons rivuletpaw back to where the others had gathered, humming approval of eveningpaw's find. "good job, someone'll appreciate those." carawaysong shrugs to the question. through all of her hunting she had come up empty pawed, but maybe another quick look couldn't hurt.

BLOOD IS RUNNING DEEP ˎˊ───‎ ༺ SOME THINGS NEVER SLEEP ‎‎‎⚔︎

• OOC ↛ @rivuletpaw
  

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 15 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
  ⭃ willowroot x poppysplash / / mentor to rivuletpaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Hawkcloud]

Hawkcloud's attention is drawn by the silver-furred apprentice's victorious outcry, even as she considers Eveningpaw's question. The days seem to melt together for the warrior in a disquieting mirage of still-fresh grief, only now beginning to come to terms with the sensation that each chilled morning is real. But she remembers the previous leaf-bare clearly, bouncing in the powdery snow as jovial as ever. Hawkcloud wonders if she can do that again this turn of the seasons, even with the concerned tension palpable in the air and her mending heart. She hopes so, she thinks as her gaze lingers on Eveningpaw's prize, the small bunch of down feathers still clinging to the early frost.

Hawkcloud continues to search about, too, her senses sharp for any other resources the frostbitten forest might gift them to aid with the sudden onslaught of cold. She finds them close by, her paws brushing against another scattering of down feathers just nearby the first, nestled near the base of a bramble and almost missed beneath a tangle of shadows and the damp scent of melted snow. "There's more over here!" the she-cat announces as she gathers the feathers in her jaws and drops them beside Eveningpaw's. They must have come from the same bird, fluffing itself for the leaf-bare cold, and Hawkcloud wonders if she shouldn't be excited for the snow as the forest creatures prepare. Their Clanmates don't seem very excited.

/ Roll: 16 - Finds rare insulating materials worth 3 points.​