ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.
Foraging had never been a skill Roeflame particularly exceeded at, while her skills in tracking were undeniable, when it came to plants and blossoms… that was a different story.
Still, it did not stop the warrior from snatching up as many stems of what she believed to be juniper berries as she could- having stumbled onto several fallen sprigs of them.
There were only a pawful of herbs the molly knew at least a decent amount about- lavender, poppy seeds, and juniper berries, and that was only thanks to her frequent visits to Berryhearts den, where the mottled healer would often have a cocktail of them ready for her to choke down whenever her lungs refused to cooperate.
The brindled healer was open with her about sharing the same struggle with his own breathing, and he was perhaps the only cat Roeflame would trust with her bouts of no-breath.
Perhaps Hailstorm would be soon to follow under Berryhearts training.
Wasting no time, the tabby is quick on her paws as she pushes her way though the camps entrance, bee-lining for the medicine den with the sprigs pricking at her cracked lips.
"Phberryhart! Mooked phwat I foumd!" The warrior confidently calls as she walks into the den, tone comedically muffled by her treasures.
[ please wait for @BERRYHEART !]
"speech"
Foraging had never been a skill Roeflame particularly exceeded at, while her skills in tracking were undeniable, when it came to plants and blossoms… that was a different story.
Still, it did not stop the warrior from snatching up as many stems of what she believed to be juniper berries as she could- having stumbled onto several fallen sprigs of them.
There were only a pawful of herbs the molly knew at least a decent amount about- lavender, poppy seeds, and juniper berries, and that was only thanks to her frequent visits to Berryhearts den, where the mottled healer would often have a cocktail of them ready for her to choke down whenever her lungs refused to cooperate.
The brindled healer was open with her about sharing the same struggle with his own breathing, and he was perhaps the only cat Roeflame would trust with her bouts of no-breath.
Perhaps Hailstorm would be soon to follow under Berryhearts training.
Wasting no time, the tabby is quick on her paws as she pushes her way though the camps entrance, bee-lining for the medicine den with the sprigs pricking at her cracked lips.
"Phberryhart! Mooked phwat I foumd!" The warrior confidently calls as she walks into the den, tone comedically muffled by her treasures.
[ please wait for @BERRYHEART !]
"speech"
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