flying from a fire ] material gathering

[LEECHWHISTLE]

Leechpaw slinks through the marshy shadows, his nose wrinkling as he searches for any sign of soft, insulating material. The air is thick with the scents of damp earth and decaying leaves, but he doesn't mind—he's grown accustomed to it, and, in fact, finds it oddly comforting. Today, he's on a specific mission, one that sparks an almost buzzing excitement in him—he and the rest of the patrol are searching for things that are soft, the kind of material that might keep the nests in camp warmer as the cold moons set in. He'd heard a rumor that some clans' territories sometimes yielded precious finds like rabbit fur or even stray feathers, left behind by unsuspecting birds. But the ultimate prize, Leechpaw knows, would be wool—though it's rare, now and then a sheep manages to wander close to ShadowClan's borders, leaving wisps of wool snagged on low branches or in the underbrush.

As he pads forward, his mind races, recalling every tale he's heard about such discoveries. Wool, he thinks, would be the ultimate find. Warm, thick, and soft—it's just what he's hoping for. His hips ache slightly from the cold, but he ignores it, pressing on. Today, it feels worth it. After weaving through a thicket of brambles, Leechpaw's sharp gaze catches a tiny clump of white fur clinging to the base of a bush. His heart leaps for a moment, but it isn't the perfect find he had been searching fur. Still, it's something that will be very useful; its texture is fine, almost downy. With a careful paw, he scoops it closer, nose twitching as he inspects it. It looks like the soft fur of a rabbit—an unusual find in this part of the territory. He carefully extracts the soft fronds of fur from the bush.

[ rolled an 18! ]​

 

[EERIENIGHT]

With the world's end here again — and early; so, so early — Eerienight finds his freetime split away from the graveyards depths, and extended back into the shadows he once so dearly wandered. Leaf-bare is never kind to his home, never kind to those that live upon it. The least the warrior can do is try to find something to aid in his clanmates' comfort.

Something... warm. Yes. That should be of use.

He spots it in tufts of white. Something akin to cobweb — only thicker, less fragile — has found its way into brambles, weaves itself into sharp thorns. Eerienight thinks to collect it, but something stops him: a voice, a thought, a memory? The material before him is stark, snow white: a star mark spread across what the clan uses to build up their camp's walls. It seems... prophetic. Something Magpiepaw might've deemed an omen.

Was it a sign from the former medicine apprentice? Or something less... a mere item to collect, something to aid in keeping his clanmates warm. Eerienight should just collect it, should just move forward and —

Copper tones set the scene alight, and dark eyes blink at the sudden movement. An apprentice has grabbed his bounty before he could, and a rat-thin tail flicks behind the warrior in slight annoyance.

" Good find, " the tom makes himself known with, hardly bothering to step out of the shadows' depths.

// rolled a 4 :/ + 0 points

 

[NEWTCHASER]

♡ even though newtchaser had been blessed with a thick coat to keep warm during the colder season it still didn't feel like enough as the frigid chill still finds a way to creep past her fluffy barrier and infect the young warrior with dreaded shivers. in an attempt to stay warm she decided to tag alongside a small group to go out into the territory to search for nesting materials and while most split off, she had decided to linger by another clanmate while they searched high and low for anything useful.

newtchaser pokes their nose around everything and even starts flipping over stones hoping to come across anything but they come up empty-pawed everytime which causes them to let out a small groan of defeat. "i can't find a single thing!" they swat at a pebble and watch as it skitters across the frost covered landscape a few whiskers away. why did leaf-bare have to come so early?!

|| rolled a 4, no suitable materials :(​

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[milkpaw]

Milkpaw was doing his best to pull his weight, but it seemed the more he tried to help, the more he began to feel inadequate and irritated. It plagued him, weakening his ego with every failed attempt. They hadn't been able to find anything when they went on herb-gathering, and so far this didn't seem to be panning out the way he hoped, either.

"Good find." The words echo in his mind as he slithered in the undergrowth to see exactly what this "good find" was. It was rabbit fur, of course. Milkpaw mumbled something under his breath before they turned tail, focusing their gaze at the base of trees as he wandered. There was no way he was leaving empty-pawed again, he was adamant about that!

The apprentice muttered to himself in disappointment as he passed multiple trees and found nothing. It wasn't until he turned back to rejoin the small group that his eyes caught something green; how had he missed it the first time?! Milkpaw was thorough with his gathering, making sure to pluck every last bit from the crevices. It wasn't much of a bounty, but it was still more than he thought he was leaving with just a few seconds ago.

// ROLL : 10 (+1)​