private HOLD YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER // herb gathering, event thread

[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig straightens her back as she plucks a stem from the ground, grateful that she's found this in the very least. It seems that the dying grass is only further cemented to the ground by the thin layer of frost atop it - the day wears on, and some of it melts... but the she-cat finds herself middling on fear when she recognizes that not all of it does. Normally she'd be upset to find something so plentiful in her den, but with recent injuries and the new cold, she finds reprieve and gratitude instead. She hopes that her patrolmates are just as lucky, if not luckier than she is.

"I've found something," she announces around the stem between her teeth, looking back at the parade of warriors and apprentices. A big patrol... but a useful one no doubt. They need all of their paws working if they want to weather the threat the sudden change brought upon them. Her gaze flits to her own apprentice first, hoping that her skill has improved enough that she won't have to second guess anything she tears from the frozen ground. The rest, she fears she'll have to double check it all - but a find is a find, she supposes. She'll be grateful of their help regardless.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc // @CELANDINEPAW @ROWANPAW @dustcloud @duskpaw @DAISYFLAME @whitepaw
  rolled a seven :') +1 point
  
  Spoiler: key for this rolling!

  1-5: Frost is everywhere! Can't find usable herbs.
  6-10: Finds common herbs worth 1 point (wound treatment, cobwebs)
  11-15: Finds rare herbs worth 2 points (fever or infection treatment)
  16-20: Finds ultra rare treatment worth 3 points (respiratory infection treatment)

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[whitepaw]

A quiet cough wracks the thin body that follows after the rest of the patrol, eyes slightly squinted and breath coming a bit quicker than the rest of the cats along with him. Something between despair and relief gnaws at him, a pit that is never quite empty and never quite full. Relief that he only has to search for herbs, not hunt or risk a fight at a border. Despair, because is that all anyone sees in him? Someone that can not handle anything more than menial work? He’d fought his entire life to be strong enough to carry himself and others along, to be more than dead weight for the Clan to carry, and now he’s been resigned to this. To looking for plants. His lip curls slightly, a bitterness festering in his throat as he overthinks the decision made for where to send him.

At the very least, it doesn’t seem like he’s going to be completely useless here. Something catches his eye through the thin layer of frost on the ground, and he veers off from the patrol, a little winded as he moves too quickly to head towards the small sprigs that are still fighting to survive in the cold that has overtaken the world too early. He doesn’t remember what it’s called, but he’s seen this before, remembers watching it be grabbed through heavy eyes. Whitepaw leans down and quickly nips at the base of the stem, gathering the small bit of herbs. He has to pause for a moment for a short coughing fit to fight it’s way out of him, his lungs protesting at the harsh treatment. It’s a few moments before he catches his breath, picks up his find, and moves towards Cottonsprig. “Found something useful,” he rasps to her around what he holds.

[ rolled a 19 :3 ]​

 

[dustcloud]

❝ ROMANTICIZE A QUIET LIFE ⋆☁︎•°⋆ ————————————
A pale head popped up from the grass at Cottonsprig's call with a grin on her face. Dustcloud was having a hard time hiding her growing worry of the oncoming cold. She was WindClan born and raised, so the way the cold wind whipped around her was a familiar feeling. How cold it was this early, though, that was worrisome. The tabby shivered as another gust raced to get under her fur and to her skin. It was getting worse by the day. When Cottonsprig had asked her to follow along for herbs, she was grateful for the opportunity to help out the medicine cat. She bet that she harbored the same worry that Dustcloud did.

At Whitepaw's seemingly excited call (it was hard to tell with the way his voice rasped), Dustcloud resumed her search. Her lithe body worked its way through drying and crunching grasses. They pulled at her fur and begged her to stop a while, share her body heat, it shouldn't be this cold yet. Distracted by what the grasses were conveying, Dustcloud didn't even realize she had walked straight into a spider web. Its inhabitant was long gone. Probably another sign of the oncoming leafbare. She laughed at her own distraction and slowly moved her tail through the cobweb to collect it for Cottonsprig. They would be hard to find in the oncoming months. The fawn she-cat held her tail high and she bounded back to Cottonsprig. "I found us some cobwebs!" She purred, moving her tail to show it off.

[penned by muddly - ☁︎]

———————————— ⋆°•☁︎⋆ NO PLACE LIKE MY ROOM ❞ ​

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ooc: she rolled a seven!!​

 

[ROWANPAW]

It's so... cold. They swear that they can see their breath physically manifesting in the frigid air, billowing like a small plume of smoke before disappearing completely. It's no wonder that prey is growing so scarce; what creatures would subject themselves to living in this harsh environment?

Even the fields of herbs that have grown so plentifully over the seasons seem dulled and withering now, some sensitive plants succumbing to the low temperatures. Rowanpaw frowns softly, stalking toward a cluster of flora and sniffing the frosted growth. A pungent scent catches their attention and they fix their gaze onto a tall and leafy herb.

After carefully plucking it, they make straight for the medicine cat and address them through a muffled maw, "Is this something, Cottonsprig?" Hopefully. Rowanpaw knows that WindClan needs as many resources as they can secure at the moment.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍

• roll: 18 ( ultra rare treatment )
  pts: 3

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  — rowanpaw / eleven moons / they/she pronouns
  — windclan tunneler apprentice / mentored by swiftshade
  — snakehiss† x berrysnap / littermate to viperpaw and privetfrost
  — sh black/tortie chimera w/ blue and amber heterochromia, scratches across right eye
  — click for tags

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