camp ELECTRIC FEEL ✮⋆˙⋆｡˚☽˚ Mats gathering (phase IV)

[Honeypaw]

〔✦〕To be out collecting materials after their mentor's death was no easy feat. Darktuft had been killed by a fox a few sunrises ago, mauled beyond recognition — Honeypaw hadn't really. . . mourned, instead choosing to brave the storm and spend time working on providing for the Clan. What kind of cat would they be if they chose to sit in their nest and do nothing all day? Like a lazy kittypet.

Snow sprinkles their golden pelt as the patrol steps through the gorse tunnel. Honeypaw's bones feel like ice, completely frozen and like they will break if someone bumps into them. Their paws are numb, walking is so difficult — like they don't have paws at all. But they found some feathers to show for their efforts. They leave the feathers for someone else to use before deciding that maybe it'd be a good idea to see Gentlestorm and Hopepaw.

The tabby cannot stop shivering as they pad towards the medicine cats' den. A loud sneeze is what makes their presence known to Gentlestorm and Hopepaw. Continuing to tremble, the young apprentice stands at the entrance while waiting for either to come to them. "Co-Cold. . ." Is spoken through chattering teeth, then followed by "C-C-Can't feel. . . paws. . ."

SAD HELLOS AND MAD HIGH LOWS ( now i know that nobody knows ) //

• ooc. 7 health roll (frostbite) and chills for fun + 14 mats roll (feathers) / 2 points
  
• HONEYPAW —— apprentice of thunderclan , mentored by npc . waspchaser x sorrelmist . littermate to none. ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ they/them / 6 moons & ages every 7ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / too young
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired red tabby with low white, vitiligo and dichroic eyes.

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The new rush of cold brought on by the blizzard has seen many cats fall ill, whether from the touch of ice against their extremities or the deep-set chill of wind in their lungs. ThunderClan is not dying, but they are not prospering, either. She watches as patrols leave the camp and return, feeling a bit useless herself. She stays busy, though, treating patients and delivering herbs as Gentlestorm demands.

She's drawn away from her duties by the sound of a loud sneeze from just outside the den, and lilac ears perk up with surprise. It's become a common noise to hear around camp, but less common is the complaint that follows. She steps outside the den, peering at the other apprentice with widened copper eyes. "Honeypaw..." she murmurs to Honeypaw, fluffy tail flickering as she makes her way over to them. Hesitation shrouds her pawsteps, but does not keep her from sweeping closer to the younger apprentice. They shiver powerfully enough to make their teeth chatter, perhaps a sign of illness. How long had they been out in the cold? Her concern is settled somewhat by the admission that they can't feel their paws. "Your paws?" They can't feel their paws? At first the girl assumes that they must have injured themself while on patrol, somehow. Maybe they stepped on a thorn, just like Yippingkit had when he'd leaped into a pile of leaves. But that wouldn't make them cold, would it?

"Here, let me try-" she stretches a paw toward the fiery tabby, attempting to warm their paw with her own. The touch is icy cold, so much so that Hopepaw nearly expects frost to start coating her paw as well. She looks to her uncle, seeking reassurance in his presence. What are they going to do to help Honeypaw?

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

• ooc: —
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  HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
  
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
  ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[Finchpaw]

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☀︎˚｡⋆ The cold was biting, the winds having picked up a considerable amount since the initial showings of Leafbare. Finchpaw found himself stumbling over his heavy paws, his short and stocky body doing him little favors when it came to navigating the powdery snow blanketing the territory which grew deeper and thicker with each passing day. He felt like he might drown in it, every now and again falling into a particularly loose section of sleet so that he momentarily disappeared with a gasp beneath the surface of it.

It was by sheer luck that upon yet another stumble, his impact with the ground disturbed the surrounding snowfall enough for it to fly off into separate directions to reveal a pile of chilled moss still clinging to whatever life remained that had been hidden beneath it. With chattering teeth and watery eyes, the young apprentice would tear off as much as he could from the earth before trudging back towards his patrol with a visible amount of effort.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IS IT OUTRAGEOUS FOR ME 𓆩✦𓆪 TO WANT TO LIVE DESPITE IT ALL? ──┐‎

• comes back healthy, rolled an 11 for materials worth 1 point. mentor tag @Houndshade but no pressure to respond <3

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  FINCHPAW 🕊 he/him, apprentice of thunderclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ chocolate/cinnamon chimera w/ high white.
  ⭃ mentored by houndshade, mate to none, mentoring none
  ⭃ peaceful, healing and minor combative powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by sloane ↛ @encarcerated on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕 Roaringsun's fur is fluffed out thorough the entire outing, the tom looks more like a fuzzy sun than cat. Despite the biting cold and low visibility due to the blizzard raging through the territories, they hadn't been wiped out completely, which he took as a good sign as he followed the patrol through the gorse tunnel back into camp. Ferns untouched by the frost are thightly grasped in his mouth, careful not to lose them to the strong winds ( that would be far too embarrassing ).

Orange-tipped paws move toward the nursery where the plants could be of use. Doepath and Sunshinespot's kits would be here soon enough and they couldn't risk any sickness on the newborns or the queens. . . hopefully the snowstorm would subside in a few days, too.

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc. 20 health roll + 15 for mats / 2 points
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 14 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[DEERPAW.]

The cold was biting at him at all sizes, the winds picking his fur up in amount. He lets a frown curl upon bitten lips, as he tries not to stumble about while following the patrol. With the powdery snow blanketing the territory, long - limbs carry him through the entrance of camp. A clump of moss untouched by the frost, is grasped tightly in his maw- careful not to lose them in the strong winds.

Head low, eye bags cling underneath his eyes as dark paws move towards the elder's den. The elders could be more of use with the old cats laying waste in there, he wonders if he could listen in on a story, perhaps. With a flick of an feathered ear he slinks off into the dim elder's den.

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

• ooc. rolled a 13 and contracted whitecough & 13 for finding moss.
  POINTS: 1

• no ref yet </3​

• ( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧ ♰ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ AMAB ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 12 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[ivorypaw]

She hadn't felt well since her last excursion into the storm, but Ivorypaw knows her Clan is suffering. There are warriors who cannot hunt, like Raccoonstripe and Tallstep; there are apprentices who remain incapacitated, like Mottledpaw. Their Clan has lost valuable territory to RiverClan and ShadowClan, and every bit she can contribute, she must.

Though her head pounds like a war drum with every step, and though her nose runs without mercy, Ivorypaw stumbles through the snow and finds a clump of relatively unharmed ferns. They are browning in places, but the majority of the plant remains strong and verdant. She fights chattering teeth to pull the ferns up by their roots.

Hopepaw stops to comfort Honeypaw, who looks worse for wear themselves. Ivorypaw's dark eyes flash with concern, but really, there's nothing she can do for the golden-furred apprentice that Hopepaw cannot, and her own pounding head threatens to send her into the earth. "I'm gonna... head back... I think Honeypaw should come with me," she mutters through the pain.

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

• ooc: 2 points!! got chills and already had whitecough rip
• Adora . Ivorykit . Ivorypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 9 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by Palefire ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan apprentice. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[Palefire]

Palefire tripped through the camp entrance just on the heels of her apprentice, the ends of her fur frozen into haphazard points, and her usually sharp blue gaze now dulled and glassy. She'd done well enough in the past few weeks to provide her clan with prey to fill their bellies, but foraging for herbs and materials did not seem to be her strong suit. After all that time out in the raging snows, the winds so bitterly cold that she could no longer feel her body trembling, and what had she returned home with? A measly bundle of moss, damaged by the frost and hardly recognizable. At least Ivorypaw and the rest of their group had done better than she had.

Her eyes watered as she dropped the moss off in the medicine den, returning outside to find Hopepaw vigorously rubbing some feeling back into Honeypaw's poor appendages. All of a sudden she felt her head begin to pound, her breathing shallow and ragged in the cold air. Her nose had started running ages ago but she was only just now noticing. What was this? She'd felt the leafbare cold before, but nothing like this. Physically shaking her head to clear through the fog, Palefire found her way back to Ivorypaw, who looked even worse now than when they had returned from their hunt. "Are you okay...?" she asked lowly, though already knew the answer. "We need to get you warmed up, and you should rest for a while. We've done enough for today."

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

• [ rolled an 11 for basic bedding and 15 for whitecough ]

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 20 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

 

[Houndshade]

Keeping a close eye on her apprentice Houndshade finds herself venturing further alongside the patrol, long limbs seem like a life saver as she finds not as much of a resistance when pulling her paws from the blanket of snow. The blizzard is unrelenting, yet she knows better than to complain about it. Finding it better to just grit her teeth and bare it just this once, even if her teeth chatter slightly. It seems that she's doing better than most, with poor Honeypaw complaining about not being able to feel their paws. "We will work on your ability to walk in the snow" she comments to Finchpaw, not meaning to sound demeaning but there's no way to sugar coat it.

"By the end of the season you'll be the quietest hunter in the forest" she decides on adding with a teasing wink, she thought maybe some encouragement would be better. They grow concerned that she's too harsh, they don't really know what the right balance should be. This mentor thing is hard, with a huff they decide to not focus on something that feels so trivial in the moment. Finchpaw stumbles and despite her many shortcomings Houndshade finds herself quick by the apprentices side.

He takes it in stride though, finding moss for bedding. With a hum of approval she rifles through the surrounding folliage until she can find insulating herbs, this will have to do. "You can head back with the other apprentices if you want" Finchpaw seems to be healthy but if he wanted to join his peers then she wouldn't stop him.

~{ rolled a 17 for health and a 15 for materials (2 points) }~​

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[Addersnap]

ooc: rolled a 6 for health (frostbite), 4 for materials (0 points)
Addersnap had managed to stay relatively unscathed throughout this start to leaf-bare despite the battle, the only thing holding him back being the immense exhaustion that he carried with him. That alone was enough to make the tabby sniffle and shiver, but it was easy for him to push through the pain in order for him to be of more use. But this patrol out into the blizzard seemed to have finally weathered down the warrior, frostbite beginning to wrap around his ankle as he made his way back to the group with pain written all across his features. It wasn't anything too bad, nothing that would have lasting effects, but enough that he hadn't been able to search longer for any materials. It made him grimace to be of such little use.​