don't count me out [open/finding herbs]

[Dizzy]

MY WORLDS ON FIRE, HOW 'BOUT YOURS?
THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT AND I NEVER GET BORED."​

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At a little over five weeks along, Johnnyflame was now noticeably round in the stomach area. His pregnancy was something well known about by both the clan and his twolegs, and while he’d taken to spending more nights in camp alongside his mate, every two or three moons he’d make the trek back to his people to let them know he was well. That despite the time spent away, he hadn’t forgotten them. They were always happy to see him, welcoming him with the same gentle voices and affectionate hands. They spoiled him even more now, too, offering him table scraps when the realised he couldn’t keep down the kibble they usually bought for him.

It was as he was returning to Skyclan from one of these visits that his nose caught scent of something different along the fenceline, a sharp, tangy smell that reminded him of the medicine in Dawngl– Fireflyglows den.

Curious, the torbie tomcat hat allowed his paws to carry him along the fenceline, sniffing casually until he found himself outside of a chainlink yard with a small pond in it, several plants surrounding it. No scent of another cat or dog, so he cautiously slipped through the conveniently open gate and made his way over to investigate. He followed his nose to a cluster of small yellow and white flowers. The leaves were dark and soft to the touch, and while he wasn’t sure what the herb was or if it was even useful, he wasn’t willing to leave them behind with the early frost upon them. Better not to take the chance at someone else snatching them up, or something destroying them.

So, when Johnny returned to camp that morning, pushing his way inside with his chin raised proudly, it was with a bundle herbs clutched in his jaws.

It felt nice to be able to to potentially do something useful for the clan– immediately useful, that is. He knew that having kits would be a massive contribution to Skyclan, but it also felt like a long wait to get there. The bobtail was so used to a jam packed schedule and constant working that it felt a little wrong to suddenly be taking it easy. No hunting or sparring. No climbing. No work outs. No rough-housing.

Even Sangriapaw was being reassigned to a different mentor.

So yeah, it felt nice to walk into camp with something to offer, even if he had no idea what it was or how to use it.

”Don’t suppose you can use any of this, can ye Fireflyglow?” he asked after spotting the other tom outside of his den and placing the bundle down between them. ”I caught wind of them while leaving my twolegs and found them growing next a pond in someones garden a few nests down.” he explained, not wanting the medicine cat to think he’d been out running the territory on some herb hunt.

OOC- rolled a 14 for rare herbs (fever or infection treatment)!

edit- woooot, guess who posted under the wrong acouuuunt

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[flax]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — the color of our planet from far, far away .​

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At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Flax scrambles to his paws in his nest, straining his ears to try and listen to the conversation taking place just outside. He'd do anything to get out of the scratchy, dry moss that he'd been sleeping in for the last few days. Though it had been replaced time and time again by the ever-working SkyClanners which bustle around the camp like bees in a hive, the frost never took long to sap the life from the nest, and then he was back to being uncomfortable. But no matter; now Flax had found something he could eavesdrop on. He tumbles from brittle stems with a quiet grunt, struggling to his wobbly paws to then scamper to the hazel entrance, where his plush-furred head sticks out rather obviously. Peering over Fireflyglow's shoulder, his round blue eyes blink uncertainly at Johnnyflame, and then they fall to the stems he'd evidently gathered.

No way. More leaves.

"No!" Flax squeaks, pushing himself awkwardly from the entrance to stand with his fluffy tail held straight up and bushed like a pinecone. "He can't use it," the kitten then continues on, his voice thick with the mucus still caught in his stuffy nose. Flopping down onto his haunches, he rubs at one watery eye with a paw, the other keeping itself warily trained onto the bundle of herbs. "If you make me eat another plant then I'm gonna run away. And I won't come back. Ever." And therein lies his real reason for his attempt at denying the generous gift—his ever-present worry that he'll be forced to eat more yucky stuff. He'd complained about the same to Spicepurr before, and he'll complain just as much to this cat in turn. Hunching his shoulders, he sniffles noisily, sulkily glowering up at Fireflyglow, then back to Johnnyflame with a pointed flattening of his ears.

 

[Fireflyglow]

He found no comfort in the busy bustle of his days as of late; it was a distraction, a distraction from the grief that still ebbed through his lonely heart even after many nights since his mentor's death. Johnnyflame's voice lulls him from his rest, the incessant squeak of Flax right into his ear only making his aching head worse. Fireflyglow grumbles, behemoth paws pushing underneath his body as he rises ever so slowly. The bitter cold of leafbare beginning grated on his nerves, and his aching bones. He wasn't even old enough to have joint pains.

"Enough of that, Flax." Fireflyglow's deep voice rumbled as he walked over to the Daylight Warrior, his friend- pushing his nose to the tom's forehead in thanks for the find. His nose sniffs at the herb set down before him, eyes squinting slightly as if that could make him see- it couldn't, but the phantom urges still claim him nonetheless. "Feverfew." He finally assumes, a small smile forming upon his lips. He needed this, it could certainly be useful with the threat of fevers beginning. "Thank you, Johnny. As always, you're a wonderful help." Fireflyglow praised, before he gestured for the tom to stop from following him into the den. With a brief flick of his paw against Flax's side, he begins to scuffle the young kit into the medicine den once more.

"You should be resting, young one. We cannot risk you getting sicker." Fireflyglow muttered, an attempt to try and portray some sort of nurturing side of himself, concerned as he was. With that, he turns to Johnnyflame at the mouth of his den. "This will do me well in the leafbare to come. But you mustn't stress your body with journeying. You carry the future of SkyClan inside of you, my friend." He purrs, tail tapping the ground as he places the Feverfew down into the rest of the pile of it. ​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 27 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[flax]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — the color of our planet from far, far away .​

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Again, the medicine cat scolds him. Enough of this, stop doing that, go back to your stupid prickly nest and go to sleep until you heal. Well, when would he heal? He grumbles under his breath as a paw gently urges him back inside, but as the medicine cat pads on to add the newly named 'feverfew' to his herb stock, Flax stands just behind him, snuffling against a drip in his nose. "I wanna go play," he mewls, a wash of sudden despair flooding over him like a broken dam. When does Fireflyglow play, anyway? All the tom seems to do is work and rest, as if he were always trying to run from something that stirred incessantly between troubled ears; a brewing storm of his own memories and emotions. He pauses, hesitating. Is he okay?

He parts tiny jaws as if he means to ask, but shuts them again as he's passed over, and the focus is pivoted back to Johnnyflame. He wants Fireflyglow's attention. It makes him feel cheated each time he's pulled away—maybe he's clinging to the authority in his voice, or maybe to the nurturing way he tries to fix what's broken in his little body. A sudden wave of longing and grief washes over him, and with a last spiteful glance at the pregnant cat at the den mouth, he drags his paws away, settling back down in his nest as he was told with a paw rubbing at his watery eyes. He's not fully sure if the tears he wipes away are from the infection or his random heartache. I wish mama didn't leave.