JUNKYARD DOGS \ herb gathering, phase ii

[MARBLEPAW]

Marblepaw decides to make herself useful; her futile attempt at hunting had gone seriously awry, her prey snatched by WindClan's thieving jaws. She still fumes as she picks her way through the marshland, tasting the air for anything, anything useful... the nursery is so crowded, and though so far their Clan seems to remain on steady paws, she fears the results of their incoming assault on ThunderClan territory. She knows that even with their seemingly assured victory, blood will be shed on both sides, and she wants to make sure she and Starlingheart have plenty of herbs to spare when her Clanmates return, wounded but victorious.

The pale tabby scents through the marshgrass, her eyes like slivers of dried moss in her narrow face. She is a little too close to the Carrionplace for her liking, and the scent of Twoleg garbage is throwing her senses off, but she knows this is the best place to collect chervil and some other herbs, so she is determined to push through it.

And — there, by the silver netting that covers the inside of the Carrionplace! A thick, ferny plant grows, struggling against the frozen earth. Marblepaw's breath puffs with excited laughter as she rushes to harvest the chervil. "Look! See if you can find anymore! It's good for infection," she explains to her Clanmates breathlessly.

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

• ooc: rolled a 14 (2 points) so found some chervil :3 please note they are just outside the carrionplace! this takes place in some nebulous time before the assault on thunderclan
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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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[BATCHASER]

Batchaser slips around some frost - covered undergrowth, while he trotted along through the marshlands with his clanmates. The patrol was near the Carrionplace, the growing stink of Twoleg trash made his nose flare as he cringed back slightly.

He lifted his head, large dark ears perking and swiveling towards Marblepaw's voice as the young tabby found an herb. He hums at the apprentice's excited laughter, before he turns to depart from the group. If I was an herb... Where would I hide? The bicolor warrior wanders away from the patrol, head tilting at the ground to see if I could find anything worth his time. With a slow sweep of his whiplike tail, hidden eyes widen at the silken threads clinging to the silver netting.

Satisfied with his find, he quickly harvests the cobwebs with a pale paw. He had a half - smile on his face, as he parted from the netting carefully cradling the cobwebs with his paw. "Found some cobwebs..." Tilting his head down towards Marblepaw, with his haul.

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

• ooc. rolled a 11 & found cobwebs! :o
  POINTS: 1

• 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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[SHARPSHADOW]

He isn't cut out for this. Not really... He's the typical image of a ShadowClanner: large and brutish. Yellowed teeth are made more for rats and skinny lizards than they were for leaves... But Sharpshadow wasn't stupid enough to think them useless, or anything. Those leaves could keep a rat's bite from being fatal. They could sooth an upset stomach, wrenching at the taste of prey gone bad... Early Leaf-bare has all but guaranteed they'd be seeing plenty of those things this season.

His spine prickles the way it always did, this close to Carrionplace. He wasn't keep on digging his teeth into rat sooner than he had. Even less though, would he be eager to wrench a swarm of those things from Marblepaw's lean form. He keeps a closer eye on the Medicine Cat apprentice than he does on any herbs, really... It's lucky, more than anything, that she spots a yellow something desperately trying to find sunlight in a dreary place like this. Well- it wouldn't be the snapping of its neck that ended its dream, really.

Sharpshadow presents the small clump of withering blooms to Marblepaw, gaze flicking to Batchaser for a fleeting second. " You guys can do stuff with uh... marigold, right? " she asks. " Got to it just in time, I guess. "

OOC: rolled and 11 and found some marigold! 1 point :3

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[shalestorm]

Herb hunting was not something the warrior is adept at. Prey hunting? Sure, send her out on a hunt for prey any day and she'll more oft than not return with two or more pieces... but herbs were different. First of all, she's not really sure what most of the herbs the medicine cats use even are, they all just look like plants to her, and second of all, she would be very shocked if they hadn't all been killed off in this cold and this frost. Still... the patrol is not empty pawed so far, so Shalestorm dares to hope she might find something that can be used.

Stumbling across some plant she has no idea the name or the use of, Shalestorm pics them regardless, turning to look to Marblepaw and the rest of the patrol with a question. "Are these anything?"

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

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  ooc - roll: 18, found fever or infection treatment herbs 2 points
  
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  #e36f90
• 
  (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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[LEECHWHISTLE]

Leechpaw is glad for the distraction from the ache in its joints, the sharp pull of the issues in its joints reminding it of the days when movement was more difficult, even painful. The day is crisp, and though its legs are sore, the knowledge that there are herbs to collect stirs a sense of purpose in Leechpaw's chest. Its paws are still a little wobbly, but it is determined to prove itself useful. The last thing it wants is to be treated like it needs help—especially with something as straightforward as herb gathering.

It pads quietly along the marshland, pausing to sniff at the thick tang of Twoleg refuse hanging in the air. The smell is awful, enough to make its nose wrinkle in disgust, but it knows this is where the cobwebs are. Others often avoid it, and that's fine with Leechpaw—more cobwebs for it. It glances over its shoulder to make sure no one is looking, then sneaks a few steps closer to the Carrionplace. There. Just above the silver netting, silken threads catch the light, fine cobwebs weaving a delicate web. Leechpaw feels a flutter of excitement in its chest. It can't quite explain why cobwebs are so intriguing, but there's something satisfying about gathering them. It takes a few careful steps toward the silver mesh, paws light as it inches closer. The web is dense, thick in places, but not too tangled. With a flick of its paw, it begins to carefully scrape the threads free, pausing to make sure it doesn't damage them.

Once it gathers a pawful of cobwebs, Leechpaw feels a rush of accomplishment. It's always pleased when it can do something helpful, like this. With its paw full, it hurries back to the group, trying not to stumble as it walks. "Found cobwebs! Lots of 'em!" it calls, its voice slightly breathless. It glances at Marblepaw, proud of the cobwebs it's collected. "These help with wounds, right? I got a bunch!" It grins to itself, pleased with the find and relieved that it managed to collect them without too much trouble.

[ rolled an 11! ]​

 

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] He followed close behind the others, yellow gaze drifting around his surroundings while two-leg scent pricked at his nose. He could feel the tension and eagerness that ripples through everyone's coats for the upcoming battle, yet with that in mind, herb patrols were becoming increasingly needed to help provide the stocks of Starlingheart and her trainee.

It would seem the others have been providing all sorts of stuff necessary for Marblepaw's outing. Even he let a soft, slight nod to what they all acquired for their outings, and so it would be his turn to begin his look about for Marblepaw. His gaze landed on some green foliage with strange leaves lingering on them before he decided to gently pluck them from their stems and turned to look at the group with a slight hum coming from his chest.

"How is this, Marblepaw?" the tom asked before pushing the foliage into the direction of the young molly, yellow gaze calm awaiting her final say to what the tom brought over to her, after all, the medicine cat apprentice's eyes were better trained to whatever he had garnered over and he only hoped it wasn't something like weeds.

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

• "speak""Thoughts"
• 
  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 an 18! 2 points, fever or infection herb ))

 

[MAPLETUFT]

Mapletuft was far, far from a medicine cat, most herbs ended up smelling the same to her when youre around so many plants... As they make their way through the territory, Maple's mind is also far, far from here. The upcoming battle weighed heavily on her consciousness, a prickle of icy-cold worry beginning to spread through her chest, her veins. When they break off, shes absent-mindedly sniffing around before shes finally graced with luck.

She sniffs at a bunch of .... something, ears swiveling back as she reels back from the strong scent. Certainly not a fern or simple foliage with such a strong smell like that... Marblepaw might appreciate it if she collects it, and so she does, careful not to break anything important as she plucks the leaves from the stalk, turning back to find the rest of the patrol.

"This may be of use..." she murmurs gently, setting the plucked plants at her paws as she waits for Marblepaws confirmation. Looks like everyone so far was successful- she smiles lightly, perhaps things were looking up for them...

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

• rolled a 15; 2 points
• ❥ mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 54 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

 

[scalejaw]

★ Scalejaw had to admit, she wasn't of much use when it came to hunting for more mundane things. Prey, a rogue, a threat? Sure, she was well-trained for that, she lived and breathed it. Finding a delicate flower amongst frost that threatened to consume even the cats? Not as likely. Glowing eyes lowered towards the ground, moving across slopped mud and deep bog before finding herself at Carrionplace with the rest.

An ear twitched, and her head turned, looking this way and that for what she can find. Ears perked as she saw something minorly familiar, padding towards the herb. It was more of what Marblepaw had pointed out. Starclan must have blessed them today. A sigh left her as she delicately pulled the stalk from the ground. While she was normally awful at finding the herbs, she was doing okay today, it seemed. Humming in satisfaction, the lead warrior padded back towards Marblepaw and the rest.. perhaps a bit of pride in her step.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── AND JUST LIKE THE RAIN ⋅❁⋅ YOU CAST THE DUST INTO NOTHING ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // rolled a 16! 2 points

• 

• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, lead warrior of shadowclan, sixty-six moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[MORELPAW]

" So, why do we have to go all the way out here? " he finds himself asking his cousin with a tilt of his head. " There was some good herbs further back before, you know. Maybe we should check? " Of course Marblepaw would know — Morelpaw is sure she took inventory of what the last herb patrol he'd been on had found. But he's still curious, still wondering: why here? Surely good herbs couldn't grow near such a smelly place?

Another question finds itself at the tip of Morelpaw's tongue, but before he can get it out, Marblepaw is rushing forward toward a patch of leaves, silvered by frost yet enough to garner more excitement in his cousin than he thinks he's ever seen. Look for these, she encourages everyone and Morelpaw blinks, before nodding his head.

" Okay, uh... Those, yes. Got it! " He thinks so at least, thinks he's memorized the shape of its leaves enough to find some more for her. But when it comes to splitting off, he struggles to find anything like it. What he does find is a different plant though, not as strong-standing as what Marblepaw found, but he scoops it up anyway, hoping it's enough. " I couldn't find it, but I found this instead. Is it anything? " It must be, for Sharpshadow arrives with the same thing, gives it a name. Marigold.

// rolled an 11! + 1 point!

 

[sparrowheart]

He knew nothing of herbs, but here he followed the patrol with interest in his Icey hues, watching the others and seeing marblepaws reaction. But perhaps... He could find some of use as well. Because that's what he wanted. Was to be useful, rather than sitting around. He always felt he had to do something to prove his stay in Shadowclan. He was an outsider, but he tried to fit in to the mesh of Shadowclan. And that was proving harder with each day.

His gaze passed over, before flicking back to a spiny tree like thing that grew on its own. It was a little wilted, but his gaze glanced over to Marblepaw. "Hey, this smells sweet like a herb," he said, picking at it with a tug of his teeth till it pulled free of the moist soil, and hung from his jaws. A little awkward, but it'll do.

Rolled a 9, and found Horsetail! +1 point//

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[RIBBITLEAP]

Ribbitleap always feels a bit on edge when it comes to the carrionplace. The tom supposes anyone would, but he remembers days of trying to hunt here, attempts turned on their head by rat-lead ambushes and loss of life from a leader long gone. He'd rather be far from here, but the warrior has been tasked with tagging along on this herb patrol and he can't just say no, just because he doesn't want to be here, right? Besides... rats aren't going to want to attack them, if they're searching for plants rather than food, are they?

The brown tom isn't certain, but his mind remains preoccupied with the idea of an ambush that he hardly processes what Marblepaw tasks them with finding. The tom tries to keep the image of the plant in mind as he splits off from the group, but he struggles, and returns empty-pawed, a confused frown on his face. " What was it that you wanted us to find again...?"
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[milkpaw]

× The long-furred tabby eyes everyone's collection before trying to match their items with ones around them. It seemed it was mostly cobwebs, but also a marigold, and some other items that he didn't recognize.

Milkpaw, to say the least, didn't know or understand herbs... their uses, the way they looked or smelt, it was all foreign. Milkpaw was going to be a warrior, anyways! He didn't need to know what a marigold was, or what it was used for. That was a healer's job anyways, right?

But as more clanmates were coming up with their part of the collection, Milkpaw grunted and flicked his tail in annoyance. At least the other brown tom hadn't found anything yet, so he wasn't the only failure! At least for now.​