HOLD THE EARTH AND THE STARS — HERB PATROL

[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── He had not thought that he would be leading WindClanners along in search of herbs mere weeks ago. To battle, perhaps. To mark and search their borders, most definitely— and while they are not so different from each other, it is still strange to pursue this new goal. He will adjust with time, of course, as he will adjust to his new quarters and the new nest shared with Sunstride. It is no less a blow to have lost Vulturemask, but there is no shame enjoying flowers begotten by a resting place.

Leaving the cool depth of the den, his gaze roams the nearby WindClanners milling about camp, thoughtful. "Cottonpaw, Cedarbark, Sunstride, and Thriftpaw— come with me. After the recent battle, our supplies are in need of restocking."

// @cottonpaw @cedarbark @SUNSTRIDE @Thriftpaw
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 36 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge. — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know— he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel." — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you. — ☆☆☆☆☆ KITTING: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you. — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[cottonsprig]

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Cottonpaw remains, rarely, on her lonesome. Her tail twitches as the remnants of her discussion with her father plays in her mind; all the same, the stern voice of Scorchstreak rings in her ears. Even Sootstar, who's tone latest boasted pride for her daughter, settles hollowly in her chest as she's reminding herself, again and again, how flawed she's become in her short life. Some moorland grace she is, huh?

Blue eyes flick up towards Wolfsong as the tom beckons a pawful of names from the cats milling about. She remembers going on a patrol like this with her brother, moons ago with Vulturemask's guidance - and it's entirely too weird to think that he's gone, dead, and they all must trust Wolfsong with their health instead. She swallows thickly but nods regardless; there's no room to be wary. Her mother had her reasons for shifting the lead warrior and frankly, Cottonpaw has nothing against it. She trots over, falsifying the pep in her step just so no one would drill questions into her fragile mind.

"What will we be looking for?" she asks. She knows nothing of herbs, but still hopes her far too frequent visits to the medicine den to be helpful. ​

 

[SUNNVAR]

His shoulder still aches with the healing wounds– they linger at the stage of healing where they itch something terrible at the oddest of hours, and even the softest of bedding feels like thorns against his skin. His is glad for his place at Wolfsong's side, but not even the medicine cat's downy fur or thoughtful care truly soothe them. Perhaps it is more the sting of failure than anything to do with his wounds. They had lost their healer at his own fault. Though none seemed to think so lowly of him, he cannot help but see it in himself. It is without thought that he would follow Wolfsong along his herb gatherings. He could not risk another loss– particularly not the loss of one who he had celebrated so few nights ago.

He joins him without hesitation or complaint. Though their party consists of more youths than he would have thought strictly necessary (aside from his own apprentice, Sunstride has found himself avoiding most others as of late; they seem consumed by troubles that he cannot fathom), he finds most of them tolerable company. The warriors are not as familiar as he would like, so this is as good a time as any to learn them. Cottonpaw holds in her a spark of something he cannot quite understand, and Thriftpaw– he is curious to know more of the youth and see how truly he interacts with them outside of camp. As he had said: tolerable. "You will have to describe it in detail– though I sleep among your herbs now, I know nothing of them."

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.10.2023 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕 〙ˊˎ＜

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023.  npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[Thriftfeather]

Much like his peers, Thriftpaw is clueless when it comes to herbs. He flinches at the sound of his own name, but doesn't hesitate to join the growing patrol around Wolfsong. He doesn't twitch or shift or shiver as he sits besides Wolfsong, nor does he ask what others have already covered. Thriftpaw doesn't need to know the names or purposes of the herbs he is meant to help gather — he just needs to carry them without ruining them, and Thriftpaw can manage that.

He settles himself the best he can, a subtle exhale, and turns green eyes towards Cottonpaw. Thriftpaw still doesn't quite know how to talk to the other apprentices, but he needs to try, doesn't he?

"Maybe I'll find more than you," It's meant to sound like a challenge, a game, but it comes out more like a supposition.​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 4 MOONS​

 

[cedarbark.]

❝ I DON'T WANNA HURT EM' ✧°.☀ ————————————
Herbs. Cedarbark wasn't one for them, nor knew how to use them- but he could always lend a helping paw if need be. After all, he was good enough at hunting prey, how hard could herbs be? Cedarbark rose to his paws upon hearing his name called, and padded closer, his tail swaying behind him. He didn't say much, looking slightly amused at the two apprentices antics. His vision shifted towards Wolfsong, and with a nod of his head, stated- "'Course. Lead the way."

"speech"

[penned by dallas - ☀]

———————————— ☀.°✧ BUT I DID, I'M IN A FIT OF RAGE ❞ ​

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[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── As Sunstride nears, Wolfsong's smile sharpens and softens simultaneously: sharpens in sincerity and softens in intensity. He knows he remains troubled by the loss of Vulturemask; they have brushed sides for far too long for Wolfsong to read him with deep inaccuracy. It is not his failure, but a greater mistake of the clans for instilling so little fear among the exiles and rogues. He leans forward to press his forehead against Sunstride's shoulder before straightening to face Cottonpaw.

He had not intended to ignore her— it's become far too easy to overlook his surroundings for Sunstride since they buried bones together. "Goldenrod and broom," he tells her, "and I will describe them for you once we are ready to leave." He will be keeping a close eye on their apprentices, of course, though Cottonpaw and Thriftpaw rank high among the most tolerable of WindClan's youth.

"Perhaps. As long as you do not stray too far— searching for broom will take us to the Thunderpath." Friendly competition is all well and good, but Wolfsong recalls the lengths he would have gone to at their age.

His gaze leaves Thriftpaw for Cedarbark, who still bears injuries but has been healing well enough. "Good. Goldenrod is as it sounds: gold, and quite tall. The buds will be thickly clustered together at the uppermost of the plant, and scarcer at the bottom." He searches their faces for understanding before continuing. "Broom is of a similar color, but the petals are broader and they grow not on a single stalk, but many in a bush."

With that, he turns and heads for the gorse tunnel. "We head for the moors first, where the most flowers grow. If you are in doubt, call for me."

//this patrol can find an overall total of 3 goldenrod and 2 broom! feel free to skip ahead to your character searching :)
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 36 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge. — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know— he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel." — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you. — ☆☆☆☆☆ KITTING: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you. — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[cedarbark.]

❝ I DON'T WANNA HURT EM' ✧°.☀ ————————————
Cedarbark's head dipped towards Wolfsong as the medicine cat instructed about the herbs they would be finding. He listening intently, keeping the information stored in his mind. And upon receiving instruction- and Wolfsong leading them from the throngs of camp- he found himself following the other. The moor. Wind coursed over his fur, not whipping, but it wasn't ever gone. Not even in times of trouble was it quiet here, the sound of air rolling over grasses.

His eyes immediately began to scour for something different. He normally was out here, running the grasses to keep an eye out for prey, but today, it was herbs for the herb storage. His eyes shifted over a yellow plant- goldenrod, if he remembered correctly. Cedarbark picked up the pace to head for it, wincing in slight pain as his leg twinged. Cedarbark lowered his head down, picking the tall herb with a small huff of satisfaction, heading back towards Wolfsong not long thereafter.

// found 1 goldenrod!

"speech"

[penned by dallas - ☀]

———————————— ☀.°✧ BUT I DID, I'M IN A FIT OF RAGE ❞ ​

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