each breath ࿐࿔ resource gathering

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Leaf-bare had found them quickly this cycle... an insatiable mutt that drooled along their doorstep, leaving frost-spittle in its wake and driving prey away. It is a selfish thing, bent on destruction and inconvenience of the lives it ruins. There are still kits in the nursery... and with them are queens who might've otherwise been useful paws. Already she grows frustrated by Otterbite's lack of foresight, agonized by the wall of motherhood which has carefully tucked away Claythorn.
  
  She is a hypocrite... but chooses to ignore it.
  
  Turning towards the few that trudge through the frostbitten lands with her, the blue molly waves a half-broken tail as a flag for attention, "We'll be quick," she assures them. She is not the only one that has taken up such a task... knows that Moonbeam scours their freezing lands for herbs, many other warriors slink along the riverbanks in hopes of seeing shadows of fish. Even Foxtail has found his stride, gathering up those that might better use their paws for gathering rather than hunting.
  
  It was a good idea... and she'd been eager to get her paws to work herself. "Any reeds that... still look sturdy... moss... even well... lichen might be... useful." Though the leader remains unsure if she herself feels useful in this moment. The memory of Petalnose's starvation-thinned body leaned against her leaves an uncomfortable sensation in her stomach. Could've used your help... Because she could trust the sharp-tongued she-cat to work until the sun set... and well after.
  
  As if on cue, sapphire eyes find themselves fixated on a particularly sturdy looking branch... it has fallen from what few trees linger here, likely weakened by the many storms but it would do a lot of good for reinforcing some of their dens. With a small smile of satisfaction, the lynx point rushes to its spot to wrap her teeth around it, hoisting it with some amount of effort before swinging it thoughtlessly around to show the group, See? Something like this!
  
  // rolled a 17 !
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  tagging ✶ tagging those that were interested but this is open! @pebbletail @splashdance @owlpaw. and apprentice tag @ALGAEPAW
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[splashdance]

Splashdance trots alongside her leader, trying to ensure that the chill didn't bother her too greatly. Pieces of her wanted to believe that since she was born amidst weather worse than this (in white, white snow that is so strangely... red in her memory,) that it wouldn't bother her so greatly. Instead, the opposite is summoned; as a warrior she almost understands the frustrations of her elders in her kithood. She doesn't think she could approach Claythorn with the same venom her mother faced, nor see the kittens that are only born to face the world and nothing more as hindrances on their lives - but a part of her... understands. It's a new weight in her paws, crunching frost beneath every step, until -

"Whoop -" a slick patch of ice sends her forepaw out from under her, her chin knocking roughly into the ground. Stunned as if an opponent had thrown her, Splashdance settles in her awkward positioning for a moment before slowly pushing herself to a seated position. She spits a morsel of blood atop the frostbitten ground (she had bitten her tongue in the fall, evidently,) and shakes out her limp wrist. No real injury to worry about, but Splashdance sits pitifully still.

[ rolled a 1 :') ]
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[Blackwater]

Blackwater couldn't remember a time where Leafbare had come with such fierce resolve and at such an unpredictable time. It was beyond his or anyone else's understanding, and it concerned him greatly. His expression was often stone-faced and just as icy as the weather these days, his worries about an uncertain future in the face of such difficulties paired with the way the dropping temperature and accumulating freeze had already begun to take a noticeable toll upon his fragile body caused him immeasurable amounts of stress. The only comfort he could find was being with his clanmates, with his leader who would undoubtedly guide them unwaveringly through this building hardship as she always had, and their individual strengths and skill sets fused harmoniously as one. To work and assist was all he could do now, all that he felt was truly familiar and solid beneath unsteady paws, so he would drown himself head first into its welcoming abyss.

He needed little instruction on how to search and gather, for he had done it countless times before in previous Leafbare seasons, but he would stand to listen nonetheless out of respect- and perhaps more selfishly, to allow his shaking form a break from the trek to here from camp. After a successful display of what was to be collected by Lichenstar, Blackwater would dip his head courteously before setting out on his own journey in order to do the same. He had a keen eye, and it did not take him long to spot some stray reeds broken off by the bitter chill. They had gone brittle and were not the sturdiest, however one could not be too picky during such a dire season, made all the more dangerous given it's early arrival.

Blackwater began to make his way back carrying his cargo in between teeth clamped just a bit too tight for what was needed, his muscles growing insufferably stiff from the cold making it so that every action he took seemed to be done with extensive force as the tightness of his body made him feel just as frozen as the earth below. With a grunt of effort, he continued to push forward without much thought besides how he would not lament being back in his nest- only to be interrupted by the sound of a hefty thud somewhere to the opposite of him. His head tilted in the direction of audible impact, his eyes widening only slightly as he had arrived in time to see Splashdance clear her maws of liquid rosette as she scrambled to right herself.

"That was quite the fall." Blackwater would comment as he approached her, his pace slow and labored by the pain that tore at his abdomen and weighed down his limbs, though as always he would do well to keep his turmoil to himself. "Come, lean on me." He would set his bundle down as to clear his mouth and allow for his gentle instruction to remain clear, his voice all the more gravelly in its deepened tone. Leaning down, he would then attempt to push Splashdance slowly upwards, keeping his weight firmly against her until she could regain her footing.

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ooc Information

• ooc: rolled a 6, found some reeds
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  BLACKWATER — HE/HIM ･ 25 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  SH blue tabby/blue chimera with low white. born to riverclan and eternally devoted to their ranks, he often prioritizes the wellbeing of others over himself and is prone to doing much more than he is physically capable of as a means to prove not only to others that he is deserving of his position, but also to himself. although not something he displays externally, he is imbittered and melancholic regarding his physical ailments and incapability. despite this repressed mental unrest, he is quite laid-back and gentle towards those around him, often content to converse and connect to any who may desire it- although admittedly, he is not the most observant or quick-witted when it comes to recognizing social cues.

 

[owlcrest]

feel the rain on your skin

Too young, when the first frost settled upon Riverclan of his life. Too young to remember the frigid air in the nursery, and cuddling up to his mother- the only survivor of her small litter. By the time the frost and snow had dispersed, he had finally traversed from the nursery. He had trained through the warmth of the summer, when prey and fish was easy to catch.

He was far from wanting to coddle up next to Lichenstar, or anyone really. His muscles tense in annoyances, and his jaws clamped shut as mismatched pupils fought to hide the anger boiling inside. He had barely spoke to Sunpaw the last few days. And he sure as hell wouldnt talk to others when he couldn't be allowed to spare a few words her way.

But as the smokey tom laid his eyes on a prize, a fallens bird nest it seemed, he couldn't help but suddenly find his spirits, paws racing forward to snatch up the materials. Soft white and brown feathers with a faded scent of geese, and some normal feathers of found. A whole nest. "Hey! Look what I found? Do you think the elders would appreciate this? Briarthorn has been complaining about his thin nest!" He exclaimed to no one in particular, triumphant.

//Rolled a 17! Found Downy feathers.


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  Owlpaw
  Riverclan Apprentice | Mentored by: Hemlockshine
  Gender: amab, he/him
  Personality: Little Brother Vibes, Hides pain with humor, Competitive, Loyal, Confused easy, Not the smartest tool in the shed.
  Physical: Easy | Mentally: Medium
  May start a fight | will not flee | will show mercy
  Peaceful power play allowed!
  Penned by Deidre
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[MERLINPAW ✦]

Tagging along on patrols, making sure he feels like he's useful, those are some of the things Merlinpaw finds the most value in doing. It's easier than making personal connections with those in his clans, it's quantifiable, and it's tangible and it feels more real to him. Regardless, the blue tabby is here to help, and he'll search for what he can to the best of his abilities. Splashdance takes a tumble, Blackwater helps her out, and then Owlpaw finds some downy feathers.

"They look like they'll be warm," they comment in monotone, offering an approving nod to the found feathers. Because Owlpaw found a good find around this area, Merlinpaw decides to also poke their nose around here in search of something useful. The plan pays off well, because there's another clump of soft downy feathers not too far away. Maybe some predator caught a couple birds around here and decided to discard the feathers?

Well, one animal's loss is a gain for RiverClan, and they quickly gather the feathers.

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  ooc - rolled a 19 !! more down feathers, 3 points
  
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  #6360c4
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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 10 moons
  mentored by Streamsong
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[GULLPAW]

With everything that Riverclan had faced recently, Gullpaw was determined to do what he could to help his clan. It was no surprise that he'd so eagerly volunteered himself for a patrol when the call came. It was what led him to this moment, the scouring search of Riverclan's lands for anything they could use to warm their camp and nests. Eventually, the group would split, each taking a section to search, in hopes of covering more ground quickly. Being as through as possible in his search, Gullpaw's whiskers twitch with a mixture of relief and excitement as he comes across a group of ferns, likely an abandoned duck nest of some sort. "I've got some ferns over here we could use! Maybe this old duck nest is useful!?"

wont you fall for meㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ10/31/2024

• ooc: rolled a 12! 2 points
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  ■■■■■■■■ ✶ gullpaw. apprentice of riverclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𓇼ㅤamab male, he/hims | bisexual, single
  𓇼ㅤ10 moons old | ages every 00/31/00
  𓇼ㅤapprentice | mentored by tba
  𓇼ㅤlonghaired blue point w/low white
  𓇼ㅤnpc xx npc | close with who
  𓇼ㅤwritten by halimede, ic opinions | tags‎

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[ALGAEPAW]

Freckled apprentice practically clung to the leader as a shadow, with an eagerness to please as sharp as the frost that capped over the territory, smudged and haphazard that early winter seemed to be as it stumbled onto the earth. Algaepaw still hadn't quite gotten off that high of becoming the leader's apprentice - she must have had true potential if the most prestigious cat in the whole clan had her eyes on him! Fate turned a blind eye to Riverclan, butit was only to focus Her brilliant gaze upon his splendor. Algaepaw had little concept of starvation and scarcity, like a cloche of innocence had cradled her now, framed her into down-laden embrace. She would learn one day, when hunger grew larger than an annoyance of a pang, but she was content in her unwilling idiocy for now. Wiry whiskers twitched as golden stare cast upon the whole of the landscape, never focusing his attention on one little detail - though, perhaps destiny had led other crumbs of portention for him to grasp. Algaepaw saw it more of a game than anything of importance, with eyes ebullient as a clear night's display, infectious and hacking away at whatever darkness it fell on. This is the perfect time to impress her! I'm definitely gonna become a warrior by the next few moons. Immediately did chipper paws set off to find some moss and feathers or whatever else they needed.

The apprentice trotted around for a few fox-lengths until a few dull white plumes caught his attention, like the first tears of snow exposed itself jauntily and proudly, mellowing out the monotony of the colder ground. It looked as though the bird had not shed them from its body willingly - rather, the ends ripped away from a smooth finish. Not that Algaepaw cared - it was what she found and what Lichenstar required of her. "Lichenstaaaaar! I found some feathers! Can I use them for my nest, pleaaaase?" Shark-toothed grin marred her face as she faced her mentor, quills in maw.

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 ·₊˚☄ 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶

• Rolled a 14 and found swan plumes. 2 points.
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  —— ALGAEPAW / He/She / 6 Moons
  —— Apprentice of Riverclan / Sibling to Redpaw and Rivuletpaw / Mentored by Lichenstar
  —— A wiry, wild-furred blue tortoiseshell with high white and freckle-like spotting. Brilliant yellow eyes, like twin molten suns.
  —— Chaotic, obsessive and strange, Algaepaw is a weirdly refreshing character to encounter amongst the sea of her dutiful kin. Beset by nature and her patterns, he is quick to connect the dots even when no such connection truly exists. Somewhat easy to befriend, provided that one can handle his mannerisms and tendency to weave tall tales.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[HEMLOCKSHINE]

Gathering materials. He would much rather be sinking his claws and teeth into something living, something bleeding, but he has to set an example for his fish-brained apprentice. Drilling the importance of serving your Clan no matter how boring the task, then proceeding to drag his feet over having to gather nesting materials, just wouldn't do. Satisfaction warms him shortly, both at his own find and the fact that his efforts at training Owlpaw haven't been entirely wasted as his apprentice mirrors his success nearby. He scrapes up as much soft down as he can manage, resisting the urge to sneeze as the thin filaments tickle his nose.

Owlpaw's success is acknowledged. Lichenstar is present, he has to keep up appearances. "Well spotted," he murmurs through a mouthful of feathers.

/rolled a 16, found downy feathers! +3 points

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• "speech here"

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• HEMLOCKSHINE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, twenty-two moons
  ⭃ a tall, lithe black smoke tom with blue eyes and low white. he is cold, composed, and willing to resort to manipulation to get what he wants. he is incredibly vain, to the point that anyone who mars his pretty face is in for a world of pain. please note that hemlockshine will be prone to saying and doing awful things that i, as his roleplayer, do not condone. all of his opinions are ic only.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

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[GILLSIGHT]

It's one thing after another with RiverClan, these days — enough so that exhaustion burns at the edge of Gillsight's gaze as the short furred tom walks among the patrol. Rebuilding from the flood has already been enough of an effort, so this is far from the first jaunt in search of supplies he's been on as of late, but the first in preparation of leaf-bare's swift-bearing burden. The warrior thought they'd have some time before the dread of snow and ice had made their way to the river territory, but evidently he was wrong in thinking so. Should he be surprised, with all that's happened so far?

Without a single feather found, Gillsight can't help the yawn that escapes his maw as he treks onward. As concern that he won't find anything of use rises and mingles with his tiredness, the tom nearly gives up — only for a patch of reeds to come into view. They might not make their nests any warmer than feathers might, but the stalks would be good for weaving stronger, thicker nests together. The tom grabs all that he can carry, before returning to the group with his bundle. " I-Is this.. g-good enough? " he asks.

// rolled a 7! +1 point