border I MAY BE SILLY // herb patrol

[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw leads the patrol despite her mentor being a part of it - she almost thinks it a test, as she searches for flowers by the thunderpath. She's been under his tutelage for two seasons, just about, and figures that Wolfsong is more willing to let his apprentice hold the reigns for a few herb hunting sessions. She guides them towards ShadowClan, not because the border is a safe place (she can hear the monsters thundering down it even from up the way,) but because she's most comfortable sniffing out chervil and tansy than almost anything else.

"Did you find anything interesting, Sootspot?" she questions her brother as they manage to make it over the final crest and trot along the thunderpath. She had asked the older tom to scout out one of the shorter tunnels nearby - she can do so herself, surely, but her brother is more skilled at discerning a safe tunnel than she is, and surely he would warn her against it should it be a faulty one. She pauses shortly after addressing the tunneler, looking towards Gravelsnap and Bearpaw next, "Keep an eye out for plants with yellow tops, please," tansy, as she'd call it - describing chervil to them sounded like a losing game if she's honest.

Her gaze falls over the thunderpath at the ShadowClan cats that happen to be across the way. For a moment, she looks for Magpiepaw or Starlingheart, all before greeting them with a smile, "Good afternoon!"

[ @WOLFSONG @SOOTSPOT @GRAVELSNAP @Bearpaw but no need to wait for them!! ]​

 

[SOOTSPOT]

There was a great respite underground, away from the judging stars, he could find peace amidst the earth. But, there was hardly anything so peaceful about being close to this particular border after all this time. He preferred ThunderClan and their gawking and RiverClan over their brutish aggression, than ShadowClan, the only clan he could claim to have ever wronged. Monsters were too inconvenient in their protection of WindClan's barriers, and he didn't doubt the temptation to throw him onto such a thing if it meant keeping the peace between groups. He doubted that was why Cottonpaw had sent him away, her loyalty to Sunstar rather than family. Regardless of her intentions, Sootspot knew he had come back too early for them to make a difference. Flicking the mud off of his paws, the Tunneler prowled closer to his sister, eyes sharp despite his smile. "Only some mushrooms." They hung limply from his jaws, only brought back to give the impression of herb hunting, rather than what he was actually doing - ShadowClan didn't need to know of any nearby tunnels, after all.

"Useful to some, perhaps. Other than that, there was nothing else to detect." 'The underground is safe.' Had there been a snake burrowed or badger nested in the shallow caves, he doubted he'd have surfaced at all... as was the risk of traversing the tunnels alone. It was an opportunity for death that only stirred indignation in his pleasantries once someone else had sent him to it, as opposed to his own skulking about where the light feared to tread. Before long, he heard Cottonpaw greet their neighbours, and the thing that messy paws had plucked from the earth suddenly seemed like a threat. He dropped the mushrooms to the earth, nose wrinkling at the aftertaste left on his tongue. It didn't matter, not at the moment. His gaze shot up towards the Thunderpath, his nerves clawing at his heart as the shadows appeared in his vision. He raised his head upwards before bowing it in respect to the neighbours. The tip of his tail coiled left and right as it pointed toward the afternoon sun: a wave to ShadowClan, as polite as Sootspot could make it.
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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ Gravelsnap is on edge—their every problem seems to have culminated into a state of constant stress. The patrol’s proximity to both the thunderpath and to ShadowClan makes the fur at the back of their neck prickle defensively. The swamp-dwellers do not like WindClan, and Gravelsnap can understand why. They only wish that they had any reason to hate the other clan in return. Instead, they find themself more at odds with RiverClan. They have attempted to shed the grudges that they hold against other clans, hoping to step fully out of the shadow their father and Sootstar once cast over them, but it seems fruitless where their fish-breathed neighbors are concerned. At least ShadowClan has… decorum, they think.

Shaking the thoughts from their head, they face Cottonpaw attentively while she explains to them what they should be searching for. With a nod, they stalk off to scan the surrounding areas, ear flicking as Cottonpaw turns to greet a group of ShadowClanners across the border. They come across a plant that fits her description soon enough, and return to the smoky she-cat with the stem clutched in their teeth. "Yellow top. Is this the right one?" Their knowledge of herbs is lacking, not even remotely enough to have found the plant on their own. Whether it is the right thing or not is far beyond them.​

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[jaggedpath !]

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It felt rather soon to be seeing another WindClanner again, or perhaps Jaggedpath really despised seeing moorland-scented pelts so much. While he did not exactly see them yet, the wind carried their scent right into his path. The large fluffy tom had been lingering at his friends side, @Blazeclaw, before hearing Cottonpaw's greeting and decided to let his fur lie flat.

They weren't supposed to divvy out their grievances with the medicine cats, right? Most unfortunate given they were being escorted with warriors.

"Aye, just an aft'rnoon o'er here." Jaggedpath's tail twitched as he watched them mull over some flowers. "Be good'n grand once these sores leave my eyes." Pale sights pointedly look towards Gravelsnap and Sootspot, though his muzzle bears a grin full of pointy teeth.

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• ― (( jaggedpath )) fluffy white tom with black speckles on his muzzle and bright blue eyes
  ↳ shadowclan, warrior, cismale he/him
  ― easy to make friends with | bad at romance | good at teaching | bad with kits​

 

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He keeps pace with his son, whose longer stride has come to resemble his father's, and divides his attention between watching Cottonpaw's progress and searching for herbs. She has her brother on the lookout as well, though the less said of Wolfsong's opinion of Sootspot the better. Gravelsnap's company is much preferred, and he steps away from Bearpaw temporarily to inspect the plant held aloft in their mouth. Wolfsong does not, however, confirm whether they have found the correct herb; Cottonpaw is right in thinking he has stepped aside to observe her progress and current capabilities, and they are not so pressed for herbs that Wolfsong needs to intervene.

Naturally, one of the ShadowClanners cannot resist a barb— weak as it is, Wolfsong doubts it will land in the warriors' fur as burrs do, but drop limply to the ground like a withered leaf. Still, Wolfsong is never opposed to a bit of sharp banter, provided it impresses him linguistically. "Indeed? Perhaps you should speak with Starlingheart," he suggests, one paw tilting back a plant to idly inspect its stem. "At our next meeting, we will fret over this new phenomenon of yours and pray to StarClan that eye warts are not contagious. We will lay our heads down to dream and receive a vision, and discover the cure is merely eating less frog shit."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (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: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ 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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