Being confined to a den was Blackwater's own version of hell. He had not sustained injuries as fatal as some of his clanmates upon their return from the battlefield, however according to Moonbeam, it was concerning enough to warrant extra rest and the promise to leave behind visible scarring once healed. He had yet to get a proper look at it, for in truth, he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to. It was not a simple wound, but rather a final remembrance of what- no, of
who had been lost- by his own paws. He was not the most emotional tom, it was no secret...but he was not a monster devoid of the ability to feel, despite his inability to make it known in the expressions he wore upon his face or the lull of a gravelly voice.
To be here with his more well fit clanmates in search of herbs was the distraction he so desperately needed, for being alone rotting in his nest...it was the perfect place for thoughts and memories to ravage a vulnerable mind. His attention was turned to that of Robinheart, who had announced her find of moss with as much pleasure as one could muster after the recent events. He gave her a nod of acknowledgement in an attempt to convey praise, for his voice seemed to be caught unmoving within his throat these days.
He would wander a considerable distance away from his patrol, not just in search of herbs but also due to the haziness of his own mind caused by muddled thoughts and the endless concentration it took to keep them at bay. His steady pace stilled as unfamiliar but potent scents wafted into his nose, only strengthening as he parted trembling jaws in order to absorb the gentle wind that had carried it in his direction. Following the airborne trail like a dog, he would come across the unexpected sight of chickweed which had somehow managed to endure the rapidly progressing chill of Leaf-bare. Blackwater's eyes widened just slightly, his muscles barely a twitch as per usual before craning his neck to bite the precious bundle at the base to loosen them from the gravel they nestled in. He would take great care in returning them back to his patrol, his maws a warm and welcoming cradle for his cargo to sink into...so unlike the instrument of violence they had been not so long ago.
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ooc: rolled a 16, found ultra rare herbs worth 3 points :) took a peek at the guide and just assumed chickweed would be the most accurate herb for respiratory treatment based on their location but if its inaccurate feel free to overlook it </3
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BLACKWATER — HE/HIM ･ 25 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY SLOANE
SH blue tabby/blue chimera with low white. born to riverclan and eternally devoted to their ranks, he often prioritizes the wellbeing of others over himself and is prone to doing much more than he is physically capable of as a means to prove not only to others that he is deserving of his position, but also to himself. although not something he displays externally, he is imbittered and melancholic regarding his physical ailments and incapability. despite this repressed mental unrest, he is quite laid-back and gentle towards those around him, often content to converse and connect to any who may desire it- although admittedly, he is not the most observant or quick-witted when it comes to recognizing social cues.
