laid upon a bed of roses | phase II materials patrol

[robinheart]

The battle for sunningrocks had raged, fast and furious. Injuries earned, herbs utilized, and comfort now needed. Robinheart feels compelled to gather some of her clanmates and seek out more materials for camp. Bedding, plants to fortify dens, anything that will aid in keeping her loved ones comfortable against the sting of wounds and wintry wind.

"Oh! Look here," her tail swished towards a felled log, laden with moss not yet devoured by the earnest of leafbare. "This moss will be of use." She could give it to Claythorn for the nursery. Or to the elders for their aching joints (her leg throbs against the frigid air). Or even Lichenstar as she recovers from losing two lives during the battle and on the journey home.

The moss is delicately collected and she turns citrine gaze to her group, curios as to if they've found anything as well.

// rolled a 10! found basic material (moss). earned 1 point!​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[rivuletpaw]

She enjoys going on patrols with her mother. Her time as an apprentice is short thus far, and exciting (if not terrifying) and walking alongside Robinheart brings a sort of... quiet to her mind. Rivuletpaw would err to follow her mother more closely if not for the matter of being a dutiful apprentice, instead clung to the heels if her mentor. Carawaysong, thankfully uninjured by that hound they found sunrises prior, seems keen on ensuring her survival in the same way.

"Oh, over here, too!" The young apprentice cheers as she, too, finds a bit of moss untouched by leafbare's chill. She looks to her mentor first, silently asking for permission to pull fron the older molly's side, before trotting closer to her capture. With similar tact to her mother, her claws score the moss away from its hosting spot and her nose rolls it into a ball.

[ mentor ping: @carawaysong ! rolled an 11, one point :] ]
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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 The haze of disbelief clings to Crabpaw's tired shoulders as he treks along with the patrol. He's still waiting, waiting for Cicadaflight to turn on him with fury, to berate him for being half-ThunderClan... half-wrong. At least he doesn't carry the shining golden eye that Pinepaw does, or the too-familiar gray-and-white coat that Cragpaw does... but is not looking like her enough to keep Crabpaw safe from the judgment of each and every one of his clanmates? No matter how much it's been hidden, the truth is out there now, and he—he can't change that. He's never felt so helpless before. At least his mentor hasn't said anything about it, but that's also the bad part. Is Cicadaflight's silence a blessing, or is it the result of quiet seething, hoping for his apprentice to misstep so he has a reason to lash out? The boy's mossy eyes flicker nervously to his mentor, but the tom doesn't seem to have noticed his wariness. Or maybe Cicadaflight just doesn't care at all. He isn't sure which would be better.

The boy scrapes through the territory, searching for moss or feathers or soft-looking leaves, but he comes up with nothing. Robinheart manages to find a bundle of moss, as does Rivuletpaw. "Where'd you find all that?" He questions dully, his voice like the grating of claws on stone. There's no chipper curiosity, no eagerness to help his clan. There's only a sure sense of duty, and the tired ache of feeling as though he's failed his clan.

give me a chance ˚𓆛˚｡ a single opportunity

• ooc: rolled a 1 :/
  mentor tag @CICADAFLIGHT
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• CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang & stormywing ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Amber orbs shift and look over towards Crabpaw for a moment. The thoughts she is having are hidden and her head tilts up slowly but she makes no move to say anything to them. Instead she shifts away from the patrol as a whole. Taking time for herself, to try and think about the situation she has sound herself in. The irritation is inward, anxiousness inward, berating inward. But why isn't she just right? Huffing she begins to step along the reeds, shifting to look along the muck and shallows for anything that might give the dens any sort of warmth. Finding things has never really been a strong suite of her's but she will always try for her clan. Her paws press against ground that is laden with saturation. Sticking to her pads before she sees a bundle and immediately she sets to pulling them up. Ferns are nice and solid. They can cover patches really well as well. "I found some of these!"

Her voice comes back muffled as she drags the vegetation along with her and she looks with wide eyes at the others. At the moment she just focuses on what she needs to do to prepare for the cold chill of leafbare and nothing more.

- rolled a 14, found ferns, 2 points​

 

[SUNSPARK]

The last time she had gone material gathering on a patrol like this, she had lucked out with some fantastic downy feathers. Whereas her hunting patrol had been cut rather short by the appearance of an otter - annoying - she was hoping to make the best of this attempt. Leafbare was coming, fast, and the last thing they needed was to be ill-prepared when they were already going to have to deal with the chill off of the water.

There's a variety of responses; some cats have already been lucky and found a good few items, others are having less lucky, but Sunpaw cheerfully walks along, eyes scanning the ground as she goes. Midnightash has lucked out with some good looking ferns, and she takes the cue, eyes trailing along where she had found them to see if she could get lucky too. It turns out she can, though it's a little distance aways; another set of beautiful ferns that she pulls up away from the muddy earth.

"Got it! I'll start bringing som'a this back if you want to hand it over," she adds, talking around the branches.

18 - 2 points (ferns)!​

 

[valesight ➶]

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆

He is eager to trail after Robinheart, who is a source of comfort and constancy. She seems... happier, in her role.. in her newfound freedom. Though, he does worry for her kits, now that they've been forced into the exposure of apprenticeship. He'd hated it, when he was small. And still did not find joy in the times he must fight to survive. He leans against her, briefly, in a touch for companionship before departing to look for something helpful.

He scrunches up his nose, as if he might be able to sniff out some sort of useful material... or maybe it's just to try to make sure, passively, that he does not find himself in the hungry jaws of a dog again. His shoulder stiffens with the thought, stumbling over his sudden rigidity as he makes his way through the territory.

It doesn't take him long to find success in the form of a collection of molted feathers... perhaps a duck had expelled its eclipse feathers, leaving him a nice bounty to secure for his clan. To insulate... to soften someone's nest in the hard times where comfort was the only thing they could really hope to curb the pain of hunger. He secures a mouthful of the downy plush, hurrying back to his clan-mates with a smile wrapped around his find.

all about the boy ⋆ whos married to the fire

• rolled an 18 !
• ⋆ a long-haired, chocolate tabby and fawn tabby chimera with green-yellow eyes
  ⋆ fifteen months old
  ⋆ drypaw riverclan warrior

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- "good eye!" carawaysong chirps happily to rivuletpaw's find, sending her off with a subtle toss of her muzzle. she tails the apprentice, eyes peeled for anything extra. if something was found over here, there was sure to be more.

after some searching, she double checks over the area just in case she had missed something. a smile curls her muzzle upon spotting a nest of some sort, all but abandoned as result of the early cold. luckily, the feathered creature left behind a little something for riverclan. the warrior dips her head, pulling the feathers from the nest. they weren't soft like the ones of a fledgling, but still they were large enough to provide decent resistance to the cold.

BLOOD IS RUNNING DEEP ˎˊ───‎ ༺ SOME THINGS NEVER SLEEP ‎‎‎⚔︎

• OOC ↛ rolled 15

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 15 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
  ⭃ willowroot x poppysplash / / mentor to rivuletpaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[PIKESPLASH]

The cool winds cause the tom to shiver, his fur bristling. After what transpired at sunningrocks, throwing himself into tasks prevented his mind from running rampant. He didn't need to think about Iciclefang or her kits. No, he needed to continue with his duties. They had won the battle, but this didn't mean they could rest. They had to find food and proper bedding still.

Anyhow, the silver warrior is able to spy ferns. The kits and queens will be pleased with this. They're no feathers, but they're still plenty warm. Collecting as much as he can, the silver warrior returns with his find. Green eyes note everyone had returned with bedding. Whether it was moss, ferns, or feathers. In all, they had a successful outing. Pikesplash can't help but break out into a smile and chuff, "Looks like everyone will be having a warm nest tonight!" What a relief. I'm sure Lichenstar is going to be happy when we all come back with all of this.

Rolled a 16! Finds insulating material, 2 POINTS