HOLY GRAIL ☽｡⋆ herb search

[SALAMANDERSNAP]

"We're bound to find something.... leaf-bare came early but hopefully it hasn't been too long to kill off all the herbs." Salamander's voice pipes up over the low chatter of the patrol, looking over her shoulder at the gathered cats with her. The patrol had a decent turnout, and she was pleased that everyone had agreed to come along with her without much complaint. Trekking through the snow, she knew the patrol would take longer the more they had to shift through, but Starlingheart and Marblepaw had given them a good description of what to look for.

thick tar on the insideㅤ ☽｡⋆ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ09/19/2024

• ooc: salad rolled a 15 !! they'll find rare herbs ( fever & infection treatment ) worth 2pts on this patrol!!
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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ salamandersnap. warrior of shadowclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  ☽ㅤafab female, she/her | bisexual, single
  ☽ㅤ25 moons old | ages every 00/19/00
  ☽ㅤwarrior | mentoring stonepaw
  ☽ㅤlong-haired black smoke
  ☽ㅤnpc xx npc | close with none
  ☽ㅤwritten by halimede, ic opinions | tags‎

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[BLOODWING]

If searching for materials wasn't her thing, then searching for herbs was so not her thing to the point where she was flabbergasted that her mother volunteered her to go. There was a shuffle to her step as she followed Salamandersnap out into the territory, her attention all too frequently falling to the other patrol members, hoping at least one of them would indulge her in a conversation or two until they'd found some flowers. It was on one turn of the head that she did a double-take, squinting at a patch of inconspicuous weeds just passed by the gathered few. "Ay up Sally,"

Bloodwing jumped, pulling at the tall-stemmed plant until a portion of it popped out of the earth. Its almond-shaped leaves tickled her nose as she hopped back towards the patrol, a new surge of confidence causing her to grin. "Recognised this from my stay in the medicine cat's den." She was surprised she'd remembered anything at all with how much pain she'd been in. In truth, she didn't remember the shape or colour, it just felt right to pluck it, as if she should know what it was. "Dunno what it does, guess that's why I'm a warrior."

/ rolled an 18! got that ultra rare treatment <3


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[BRANCHPAW]

𓆱 The herb patrol is boring, but something about it settles Branchpaw's nerves. Perhaps it's the easygoing pace, much slower than most hunting patrols. It doesn't get his heart pumping, but it also doesn't make him worry about whether or not he'll find anything. If he doesn't find anything, then it isn't his fault. He doesn't really know what he's looking for, after all; since he became an apprentice, he hasn't spent as much time with his aunt as he should. But still, he's going to do his best to find something that Starlingheart can use. Amber eyes scan the land around the patrol, seeking anything that looks out of place… or just interesting.

He spots something cool looking, and plucks it straight from the ground, roots and all. What it is, he's got no idea. But Bloodwing has a plant that looks almost the exact same. He bounds over to his older sibling, not as careful as he should be with the plant in his mouth. Oh, well, maybe he should be more careful with it, but he isn't sure how. "Wait, wait! Bloodwing! What's that you got? I think I got—hah!—the same thing!" He quiets long enough for Bloodwing's words to sink in—she recognizes it from her time in the medicine den, so it must be super helpful!

Salamandersnap is leading the patrol, but Branchpaw's only focus is on Flintwish now. "Whoa… We're totally saving the clan, right Flintwish?" He turns his grin upon his steely-furred mentor, but behind the bright expression he's searching their face. Are they proud? Do they wish he was better? He can hardly read them, and it startles him still.

archers never make good kings 𖠰𖠰 fly headfirst into everything

• ooc: rolled a 16–ultra rare treatment
  mentor tag @FLINTWISH
• 
• BRANCHPAW ❯❯ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan
  𖠰 fluffy lilac tabby with white spotting and amber eyes. quiet but cheerful, a natural storyteller.
  𖠰 son of ferndance and needledrift ; brother to bonechill, bloodwing, shadewhisker, snowypaw, gigglepaw, morelpaw
  𖠰 mentored by flintwish
  𖠰 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𖠰 penned by foxlore

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[MORELPAW]

If this is what leaf-bare is meant to be, then Morelpaw doesn't think he likes it. The frost makes the air cold on his short-haired form, and he walks with a shiver in his step that hadn't been there mere days before. The elders have told him it only gets worse, that the rain he loves turns into something frosted, something... Snowy.

Though he has little idea of what they're meant to be gathering — healing is a world of knowledge he's hardly tapped into, one far from the path he walks, but sometimes he thinks of asking his medic-pathed kin to share what they can — he can only hope the herb patrol distracts him from the cold, keeps his mind on watch and his limbs moving while he spends time with his siblings. He finds himself envying Branchpaw's fur once more, with spiked tufts of fur against his neck far longer than those sprouting on his own. He must be warm, or... warmer than Morelpaw, at least.

Foliage changes out of the corner of his eye, and pale eyes dart toward it in curiosity. The gray tabby thinks he's seen Starlingheart or Marblepaw carrying in something similar once, so it must be of some use. What part, he doesn't know. The boy moves forward, carefully grabbing what he can between his maw. Briarthorn will want to see this, he figures. Before he can get to his dark-furred mentor, he hears Bloodwing's voice, and Branchpaw's after. And when he finds their forms, he's faced with a surge of excitement.

" Hey! " he calls to his siblings, the chill in his limbs long forgotten as he moves to greet them, " I think I've got the same thing! Is it the same? Let me see! " As he listens to his sister share her recognition of the plant, he compares his bounty to the duo's. Same leaves, same roots, right? They must've found something good!

" So... What does it do then? " he finds himself asking Bloodwing with a tilt of his head, " Do you know? "

// rolled a 17!
MENTOR TAG: @Briarthorn​

 

[MIRESTAR]

To Mirestar, each and every herb and plant used by the skillful paws of Starlingheart and Marblepaw may as well be the exact same thing. They had never felt the pull of interest towards medicine — not enough to matter anyhow, because merely watching in astonishment as their Clanmates recover from a poultice or freshly pressed juice is not what is needed for that path. Idly, they wonder how the Colonies had dealt with their injured, back before StarClan even existed to give them guidance.

None of that matters now. What matters is the frost that is coming in too fast, and the fact that it might kill everything useful in the marshland. They would have to be quick.

Paws part the undergrowth and eyes peek under every root; try as they might, Mirestar is evidently the only one on this patrol who cannot find a single thing. They listen to the warriors and apprentices sharing their finds, wondering about their usage... but Mirestar has nothing to present. Shame sears their flank. "I should just stick to hunting, huh?"

Rolled 4; failure.

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[Needledrift]

☾ Needledrift allows herself a genuine smile as her sons flaunted their finds, some prickly whoserwhatsit that she would never be able to remember if Starlingheart repeated it a thousand times. They were all plants to her; helpful plants, but plants just the same: leaves and stems and sometimes petals that looked pretty against well-cleaned fur... and could also cure the worst ails a warrior's life could inflict. It was important to remember that, she chided herself.

"It's a more straight-forward profession, isn't it?" She mrrowed softly to Mirestar, her green eyes trained lovingly on her children, "You see the mouse, you kill the mouse. I don't have to memorize what a mouse is to pull it from its hole, but sometimes, with plants, you can't even touch 'em or they'll hurt'cha. Ridiculous."

She glanced at the little herb she had scrounged up a moment before, so plentiful in its little bed but completely foreign to her. Could it kill just a fast as she could? Ridiculous, indeed...

// rolled a 7; 1 point​

 

[MAPLETUFT]

In her last patrol, she had been absolutely... Useless, really, in trying to hunt for the clan. I blame it on the frost, but how many times can she keep coming up empty-pawed? She sniffs around after the patrol breaks off, half-tempted to stay near them just incase they needed help... But with enough confidence, she finds herself near a fallen log, nose low to the ground as she pins her ears backwards.

If I were a herb... Where would I grow? She raises her head, glancing around at all the places she could have grew. But they live in the marsh, so perhaps... Inside the log? Away from the harsh climate outside?

Her premonition had been right! Inside, untouched cobwebs lay, glistening in the low-light. "Here we go...!" Mapletuft reaches out to gather the webs gathered within the log, shocked that the frost hadn't just killed the whole patch off or made it brittle enough to break. Once its wound safely around her leg, she starts back to where the rest have gathered, looking for her apprentice; when she finds him, she'll press over, an encouraging mew (or perhaps understanding, if he too came up empty-pawed this patrol) leaving her, "Did you find anything?"

Upon hearing Mirestars quip, and Needledrifts follow-up, she twitches her whiskers in slight amusement, sending them a glance of sympathy. She's well acquainted with the feeling of shame with nothing to show for it, Mirestars posture says enough about it... But not everyone can find something in this stupid weather, she makes the exception for them that she couldn't make for herself.

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

• @LAVENDERPAW | rolled a 6 - 1 point
• ❥ mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 53 months
  ❥ shadowclan warrior 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

 

[plumpaw]

Plumpaw hops along the frost-covered ground, their limbs steady despite the slickness of early morning ice. They squint into the underbrush, brushing aside brittle, leafless stems with their nose in hopes of finding something, anything, to bring back. It's been a slow morning for the patrol, and the chill in the air isn't helping—every paw step stings, and the frost has shriveled most of the herbs that are normally growing at this time of year.

They glance back at Mirestar. Mirestar hasn't had much luck, either, which only spurs Plumpaw on further. Finally, a glint of purple-blue catches their eye from beneath a tangle of frozen stems. Excitement sparks in Plumpaw's chest as they reach down to inspect the tiny cluster of juniper berries nestled in the sheltered crook of a low-growing bush. They'd been told about the use of juniper berries before, how the berries could help ease breathing and calm the nerves. Carefully, they lean down, using their nose to gently nudge the branches aside and ensure the berries are ripe and ready for gathering. With a small, satisfied purr, Plumpaw picks one of the clusters and maneuvers their way back to Mirestar, pride swelling in their chest. They're eager to show their mentor what they've found, hoping to hear a word of encouragement or at least confirmation that they've found something useful. Approaching Mirestar, Plumpaw raises their chin slightly, holding the berries out toward them.

"Mirestar," they say, their voice steady despite the cold air, "I found some juniper berries. Are they any good to bring back?" They glance down at the small cluster in their mouth, then back up at their mentor, eyes hopeful yet questioning. Though they're confident in their memory of juniper's uses, they want Mirestar's approval, just to be sure they're contributing something valuable to the clan's stores.

[ rolled a 16 :3 ]​

 

[MILKPAW]

There seemed to be a few apprentices who were participating in the herb search, and Milkpaw had decided he was going to partake as well. So far everyone was managing to find something, with the exception of their leader. Now, it was their turn. The chocolate tabby broke off from the group, though still in eye's view, and slunk under some shrubbery. They quickly scanned the undergrowth and came up null, groaning in disappointment.

"Looks like you're not the only one left with empty paws," Milkpaw said blandly, their comment directed towards Mirestar. He repeatedly flicked the tip of his tail in frustration as he made way back to the group, his gaze lazily scanning the surrounding area in hopes of redeeming himself. Milkpaw couldn't help but feel inferior as he watched Plumpaw present Mirestar with some kind of berries.

// ROLL : 1​