HIGHER GROUND \ herb gathering, phase iv

[MARBLEPAW]

Marblepaw had been troubled by the omen Starlingheart had received, though she is grateful StarClan saw fit to send it to her. When the snows arrive the following day, the pale tawny she-cat is determined to brave them. She had sent a tiny prayer to her warrior ancestors before embarking from camp, and for those who attend her, too. All of them are risking certain death, after all — but their herb stocks have dwindled to almost nothing after the battle, and she hadn't been lying to Sneezeduck when she'd said she wanted to explore their new territory for marigold.

She ducks through the mire, shivering from the assault of snow and wind blasting her backward from her mission. "I think I see something," she mews through the storm to her patrolmates, squinting through the ice. There's something that defies all odds, standing proud, flowering yellow.

"Marigold!" She rushes forward, stumbling through snowbanks, and grips the sprig in her teeth. It had survived, against all odds, and that's comforting, isn't it? Perhaps ShadowClan would, too, now that they had this territory.

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

• ooc: she is getting whitecough from this :') rolled 1 point and found marigold
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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 10 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.

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[BLOODWING]

Her paws felt numb and, through shaky breaths, she followed Marblepaw out into the territory Needledrift had died for. With the blanket of snow covering the blood-stained lands, she almost didn't recognise it - Bloodwing didn't know if the lack of familiarity was disgusting or comforting, whether it was better to see what her mom had sacrificed herself for or not. She doubted ThunderClan, the foxhearts, would be able to brave a bit of cold weather, but that was no relief to her conflicted mind, not when she wanted to see them again, make things right for momma and her siblings.

Marblepaw finds marigold and Bloodwing turned her attention towards the trees, feeling resentment at how happy she was. It was unfair... the medicine apprentice hadn't done anything wrong, but bitter thoughts still couldn't help but brew - 'if you'd been there, if you'd found the marigold then, maybe you could've saved her.' She decided it was best to withdraw before she said something she regretted, when she did, her gaze fell to a deciduous trunk, long-fallen and rotted at the side.

As she peered inside, her heart jumped at a spider's web and, rather hurriedly, she wrapped it around her paw. It was something.

She just wished Needledrift's life was worth more than a flower and a cobweb.

/ oops, all whitecough! <3 (+1 point)

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[Amberhaze]

⚛︎₊˚‧ Amberhaze had assumed that the worst of Leafbare was still to come, and yet he was still shocked at the power behind the growing winds, so strong that he had to dig his aching claws into frosty earth quickly hardening beneath a blanket of accumulating powder. He trembled as he pressed onwards upon unsteady legs, his thin furred pelt doing little for him in the ways of insulation. Despite this, he couldn't bring himself to stay confined to the much warmer warrior's den during a time of clanwide strife, not just because it was his duty to provide for them and pull his weight, but also because he knew he would surely go mad if he remained still. Movement seemed to be the only thing he had left that grounded him to the present, and even if the present was as terrible as he could have ever speculated, it may very well be better than whatever he could make up in his own mind.

He matched the stride of his clanmates as they traversed deeper into the pines, Shadowclan's gloomy familiarity warped by ethereal white. It was undeniably beautiful, yet he knew it was only a disguise to make up for the promise to ravage the forest with death and hardship. Failure was not an option if they wanted to survive, the thought sending a renewed pang of anxiety to crackle throughout Amberhaze's boney frame before the interruption of Marblepaw's enthusiastic cry from up again. "Marigold!" She would waste little time as she bounded forward and collected her haul.

"G-Good find, M-Marblepaw." The black oriental's teeth would chatter as he offered his meek congratulations with as authentic of a smile as he could muster despite his discomfort. He would brush past the young medicine cat to continue his own excavation, the biting chill seeping deep into his brittle bones making the trek feel so much longer than it truly was. The relief that washed over him when faced with what he was able to recognize as horsetail was overwhelming in the best way possible, a heavy sigh escaping his trembling lungs as he bent down to collect his prize.

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ooc Information

• ooc: rolled 15 for health and herbs, will contract whitecough
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  AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 19 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.

 

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] The cold wind mix with snow and ice blasted the tom in the face as he fluffed his long fur to help buffer the harsh blizzard, despite having the avantage of long fur he still felt the frosty air which made the lead warrior grit his teeth. Marblepaw was in the head already finding some marigold within their newly acclaimed territory that they recently gained despite the loss of Needledrift. His stubby tail flicked as both Bloodwing and Amberhaze were both quick to find something useful. Good. They needed everything they could get.

Yellow gaze drifted around before finding something that represents some form of foliage which made him quick to collect it before returning towards the group, his pale fur blending easily in the snow making only the greys of his fur and yellow eyes stand out. "Found something!" he called out. Hopefully it would be something useful to Starlingheart's and Marblepaw's low stock. Anything to help them get through this leaf-bare...

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, Lead warrior of Shadowclan, 15 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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Rolled a 14, contracting White Cough! Rolled an 18 for herbs, 2 points <3 ))

 

[MAPLETUFT]

Being near their new plot of land makes her stomach ache, but its not like Mapletuft has much room to decline. The pressures of being a deputy, of being perfect, of looking after her clanmates are already weighing heavy on her shoulders... And thus, she cannot decline when shes to set out on a patrol, instead taking as many as she can. With Marblepaw (bless the girls heart, really, she can't help but worry about her), and her apprentice more than likely by her side, she does not feel as sick as normal, but her stomach still churns uncomfortably as they set out.

She bends her neck to sniff at a plant off to the side, departing from her patrols side as they push through the deeper parts of Shadowclans new territory. It's half-buried under snow and maybe even ice, but it smells heavily aromatic like the medicine den, and thus... It must be good, right? She gathers the herb between her fangs and hurries to catch up with the rest of them; not a single one has come up empty-pawed, and thats certainly a relief.

"N-No clue what this is," she hisses through clenched teeth as the breeze whips straight through thick fur, the herbs carefully held in her mouth. "But it smelt like something good," she murmurs, eyes round with worry as she watches Marblepaw runs off to get marigold, bright yellow against the backdrop of white. "Be careful!" the deputy calls after her, ears pinning back as takes a few steps after her, vaguely hearing Snowlarks call of found something over the whistling winds.

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖨𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 *•.🍁.•* 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

• // rolled a 20 (good health) + a 19 (rare herbs, 2 points)
• ❥ mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 54 months
  ❥ shadowclan deputy ʚ♡ɞ mentoring lavenderpaw
  ❥ long-furred chocolate torbie/cinnamon tabby chimera ʚ♡ɞ elegant & flowy
  ❥ "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[shalestorm]

It's heckin' wimdy! Shalestorm would love nothing more than to be cuddled up in her nest right now, maybe to force one of her denmates to snuggle with her for extra warmth and because she just likes cuddling, but they don't need to know that. It could be purely a practical thing for sharing body heat in this Stars forsaken blizzard! Alas, the blue chimera finds herself out here in the cold in spite of her wish for the opposite. Her chest has been feeling funny, breathing a little... thick? She doesn't know how else to describe it, but that seems accurate. Not to mention the coughing. It's awful! How had she gotten sick? Of all times, why now?

All things considered, though, the patrol is pretty successful with their finds. That is, all of them except for Shalestorm, it seems. Maybe it's her nose, maybe her head is spinning, but she just can't seem to find anything that's actually useful. Or alive, for that matter.

"I'm glad all of you managed to find something!" She chirps with a grin in spite of her frustrations at herself. "I don't think my nose is working properly on this chill ahah..."

if I held your hand // would that be okay?

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  ooc - health: 18, no new illnesses from this thread !!
  herb: 6, nothin 0 points
  
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  #e36f90
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  (img) Shalestorm * she/her* 27 moons
  blue point/blue chimera w/ low white; blue eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[BATCHASER]

The cold wind mixed in with the snow makes him shudder, as the wind blasted his poor face. He had dug his aching claws into the frosted earth, as his poor body shivered with a wrinkled up muzzle. Oh, how he hated the winter season.

He strided after his clanmates, having the sting of the air whiff into his nostrils makes his lips turn into a frown. The horrible wind showed a half - lidded eye from messed up strands of his fringe. The horror of it all... Spotting some of his patrolmates already finding herbs, makes his tail sway behind him. With Marblepaw's enthusiastic cry of finding marigold, he decides to split off from the rest of the group. The biting chill makes an eye twitch, as long - limbs carry him to what he recognized as herbs. He hummed as he bent down and quickly collects his find.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

• ooc. rolled a 1, contracted chills & rolled 14 for herbs
  POINTS: 2

• temp batchaser ref.

  

• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― CISMALE ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 37 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[LIVIDSMOKE]

They should have known better than to decide to tag along on this patrol since admittedly while they know what prey looked like herbs had always been a mystery to them. How their medicine cats was able to tell apart leaves and plants...to know which could be useful or not would always be a puzzle to them. Lividsmoke had barely even visited the medicine cat den, or for that matter carried no interest in thier work. It had always been thier job to keep track on all of this things, while themselves thrived out there hunting prey. It was a fair differences, one they had never complained about. Now they addmittedly realized that perhaps it would have been wise to pay more attention to what thier medicine cats were doing, because then this task might have become easier to complete.

Instead it was like searching through a straw in a pile of hay. This was completely out of thier own comfort zone, thier own knowledge...and so Lividsmoke made sure to keep further away from the rest to hide thier incompentence in this, would have been embarassing if anyone had found it out. Frustrated and irritated Lividsmoke tried to search for something that felt impossible to find. They should have sticked with the hunting, at least there they knew what to search for.

// no points because of out of date, and no herbs found from livid!




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[LAVENDERPAW]

He'd freeze solid out here before admitting it out loud, but Lavenderpaw is terrified. His actions speak for him; tufts of smoky dark fur blend into vivid autumnal orange from how close he clings to Mapletuft. Her body heat offers one shoulder a little bit of warmth. The pair of them stick out like sore claws in the blizzard, acting as beacons for the rest of the patrol to gather 'round. It befits his mentor's new role in the Clan, a finer detail that is currently lost on the frightened young cat.

Mapletuft quickens her pace, leaving Lavenderpaw scrambling to keep up on his short legs. A stinging sensation has set in at the tips of his ears, which had been simply numb until now. He stubbornly ignores it, fading it out into the sound of the storm howling around them, and fits himself back against his mentor's side as he catches up with her. Marblepaw's sandy pelt is visible through the snow for a moment, retreating from the patrol with a shout; Lavenderpaw winces as Mapletuft's responding call sounds out just above his head, ringing through his ears.

It's all too much for him to sort out. In his desperation to keep close to his mentor's bright coat, afraid to get lost in the storm, he hasn't had the presence of mind to search about for herbs. The stinging in his ear tips is progressing to a burn. He hopes they can all go home soon.

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‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── you can take all you want ⋆⋅🐦‍⬛⋅⋆ but not who i am ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• /no rolls but i decided to give him frostbitten ear tips

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• LAVENDERPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, seven moons
  ⭃ a small, spiky-furred black smoke tom with odd eyes and low white. he's resentful of being dumped at shadowclan's paws by his nonna, and avoids his new clanmates as much as he can, but in truth he's a compassionate young cat who romanticizes the world around him. he holds a deep fascination with birds of prey. ic opinions, he is in his pre-teen angst phase and it will get worse before it gets better.
  ⭃ 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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