LOVE FOREVER, LOVE IS FREE | material gathering [PHASE II]

[CELANDINEPAW]

Celandinepaw tried to ignore the state of her home, overtaken by a scourge that even her calloused paws could not defy.

Heavy greys covered every last blotch of the empyrean, like it cast its leaden ire upon the sublunary, benighting those subject to the woes of a harsh winter. Worn paws trudged through the moorlands, and it crackled in protest instead of weaving around her outline. Perhaps even it cried for her to leave this place, to turn tail now. Still did Celandinepaw call for any able cat to help her gather nesting materials, for the earth swallowed the lichens and the needles, so that it may return to wherever infernal creations had first birthed it. Even as the winds howled in raspy furor, and whipped upon their stringy whiskers and tangled tousles, she still asked for Windclan to join her. The medicine cat apprentice tried not to show much sign of it, but even the ever-optimistic knew a portent omen when they were faced with its scar-sewn gaze. Frustration visibly bubbled onto her rounded countenance and posture as she couldn't find anything, fruitless endeavor like a mortal trying to seek the end of the thread of its life, except now cloistered into the futility of the rapidly-approaching harsh season. She expected something by the Sunwarmed Pool, even if it were the littlest of intact sprouts by the water's edge. She knew of powerlessness, how deep of a hole it could drag her into, but Windclan always triumphed... right?

𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘈, 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘌 ₊˚❀ ༉ ‧₊ ˚. ☘︎ 𝘐 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘋

• OUT OF CHARACTER. Rolled a 2 and found nothing! 0 points.
  
  

  ❁ — MEDICINAL EXPERTISE: Celandinepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. Although she is quite new to her position, she also has much expertise with treatment regarding infectious diseases and basic remedies. As for anything more complex... you're better off asking a more experienced medicine cat. WOUNDS — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES — ★☆☆☆☆ INFECTIONS — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES — ★☆☆☆☆ CONTAGIOUS ILLNESSES — ★★★★☆ CHRONIC ILLNESSES — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS — ★☆☆☆☆ KITTING — ★☆☆☆☆ TRAVELING — ★★★☆☆​

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  CELANDINEPAW & TRANS WOMAN & 14 MOONS
  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong & Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak her mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[PINKSHINE]

For a time, Pinkshine closesly flanks Celandinepaw... She was her friend, of course; but she also had a more dastardly ulterior motive... That being that it was so cold and Celandinepaw was bigger and she could totally hide behind her! Really, the whipping winds changed direction enough that she was only actually being shielded like, five percent of the time, but... placebo, or something. She felt warmer when she thought she was totally outsmarting the wind.

Her reluctant split only comes in search of materials, a pink nose eventually lowering itself to the ground. You could debate her on how effective this strategy is. Like, how do you smell soft? But... this must be placebo also! Not that she really understands what the word mean. She just knows that she noses at some grass, and beneath it, downy white feathers are revealed. " Oh, yay! " At once, she thinks of Silk-kit. She'd love to have these, and the thought lets her smile more easily than she typically could, lately... It always felt good to know you were making others happy. " Look what I found! " with a spring in her step, she skips back toward Celandinepaw and the rest of her clanmates, letting the feathers in her maw flap triumphantly in the wind.

OOC: Rolled a 17! 2 Points for feathers :)!

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[SHEEPPAW]

Collecting nesting materials is a most for these frigid times. He had volunteered to be on a patrol with Celandinepaw, even if the winds had howled across the vast moorlands. Gusts whipped his whiskers and tustled his once groomed fur into a mess, he lets a frown show upon his maw.

The black smoke splits off from Celandinepaw and Pinkshine, to see if she could find anything of use in his search of materials. A black nose lowers itself to sniff at anything, she could find. How... do you even smell soft? She scrunches her nose up, as she lifted her head up with an ear flick. Half - lidded cerulean gaze slides around, letting her nose around some stalks of wayward wild grass. There! Ears swivel forward, perking up at his discovery, a green clump of moss! Maybe a strong gust of wind carried it away, far from the place it had birthed from? Either way, he had find out sooo he'll take it. Maybe Starclan....? He feels a frown curl upon his lips. Maybe not them. With his new... wavering faith of how very unhelpful Starclan has been, he thinks they probably won't help Windclan with anything.

Sheeppaw's plumy tail curls as he bends his head down to snag the moss between his teeth. Turning around to trot away with his prize clung to his maw. "Found some moss!" A satisfied trill, escaping his throat. With a bounce in his step, his tail held high– he goes back to Celandinepaw and the rest of his clanmates.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

• ooc. rolled 10 (success) & found moss
  POINTS: 1

• no ref yet.

• ( WHAT? THE FACE? ) ꕤ ‧₊˚. SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ CLOSETED GENDERFLUID ; HE / SHE
  ✶ CURRENTLY 12 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and pale blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[downyfur]

Downyfur is at Celandinepaw's other flank, traipsing along on the medicine cat apprentice's sunnier side. They let @heatherpaw. go off on her own with a kind flick of their tail, deep blues lingering on their little shadow as she journeys away from their shadow for the time being. The tunneler glances back at their friend with a practiced, casual look. Consternation draws odd shadows on the roundness of her face, and the overcast sky blunts its gold brilliance. She brushes familiarly against her shoulder, musing aloud, "I don't think today is a good day for a dip in the pool. I wonder if it's still warm."

Unlike her sister and Sheep-paw, she doesn't bother trying to suss out tenderness among the crackling grasses and rocks. Moss abounds by the waterside; it'd reveal itself soon enough if it was there. And it does; they pop down and up with a wad of grungy green-brown in their jaws. Pinkshine trots back not long after, touting a mouthful of delicate white feathers. "Good job," she hums through her own payload, to Sheep-paw too as she returns with moss as well. She's been told they look alike. It'd be funny if Heatherpaw came back with a bundle of moss too, so then they could be a trio of blue eyes and smoky points and mossy mouths.

ooc: rolled a 9; earned 1 point!​

 

[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherspine hung back, unsure with every step- uncharacteristic, but he did not often spend his time hunting for materials instead of rabbits. Her muscles were honed for sprinting, for killing- they were not meant to slowly shuffle in pursuit of moss. Resisting the muscle-memory urge to sprint away was unexpectedly difficult, and Featherspine grew more and more frustrated by the second as more voices perked up, horned ears flat against her head. Moss, feathers...

A sharp pain shot through Featherspine's paw, then- he hissed sharply, looking down to find a thorn lodged dead-centre in her pawpad. Bewildered, and clearly quite furious, the ripple-striped tom stared at it for a few moments. Distaste fiercely coloured her expression, even as she looked toward her mate, and began to limp indignantly toward her.

"There is a reason I did not t-tuh-take after Wolfsong in p-puh-puh-prodding around puh-plants," he hissed, hardly an ounce of humour in her voice. At the feathers clasped in Pinkshine's hold, however, fire turned to smoke- narrowed eyes of yellow softened. "Will you b-buh-be taking those to the nursery?" To Bluefrost, perhaps...

\ rolled a one and found nothing like A BIG LOSER!​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[Mallowtail]

With each passing week, the leafbare frost grew worst. Mallowtail hoped she could find warmer materials such as last week, but there was no telling what survived the frost. The horizon was filled with birds migrating to warmer regions, as animals began to hibernate and stockpile food for the cold months. Hope blossomed in her heart as she looked around the sun-warmed pool, her nose sniffing and whiskers twitching with determination. She needed to find something good for the kittens in the nursery. Just remembering the wailing complaints of the kits made her heart ache.

Agh, kits were too cute! Mallowtail clenches her paw as she puts it to her chest at the memory of Silk-kit's cheerful face. How could she return empty-handed and see the dejected faces of the nursery residents? By the Stars, she would bring something comfortable back! " Hmm... " the cream sepia ponders aloud as she plunders between rocks. Nothing so far... Her ears lower dejectedly before looking at the last spot she hadn't checked yet, and she nods to herself. Yeah, don't get up yet! Mallowtail makes way to the final destination, a paw nervously hovering over a large rock and she closes her eyes.

The moor runner gives a silent plea and soon eyelashes flutter open as she finds plush moss. " Woo! I found some moss! " Mallowtail thrills in enjoyment as she makes way back to her patrol, a smile reaching each to ear. It wasn't anywhere close to feathers or rabbit fur, but it was better than a cold nest. Hopefully, the kittens would be okay with her gift! " Did y'all find anything? Oho, we're a moss gang! " The cream sepia would remark as she notes all the moss being found with some being empty-handed and Pinkshine with the bountiful feathers.

Rolled a 11 for 1 point; collected moss.

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[Beetlepaw!]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Most of her childhood was spent walking until her legs burned and she begged to be carried. The world flourished then; the ground was warm, and the sun roasted her dark fur. The weather doesn't stay the same; it shifts and grows into something new, but slowly, it's weird but also really interesting.

The cold, wet chill threatens to freeze her bones, and yet Beetlekit keeps bouncing around her muscles, burning with effort, but it kept her warm despite the lack of long fur. Until her black paw gets tangled in some grass roots, causing the sky-born apprentice to go tumbling forward.

Her head slams into something soft; Beetlepaw opens her eyes, and green moss fills her vision. She rolls around on it before scratching it up into a ball and picking it up. Her skinny, long tail curls and unfurls as she makes her way back to Celandinepaw's ragtag group of volunteers. And she's not the only one who found moss too; what a good day! "I found something too," she whispered, her small voice cheerful. "We took down a whole moss p-pack."

ooc Information

• ooc: — Rolled a 8
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  Beetlekit — She/Her ･ 6 moons ･ Windclan kit･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes

  ☀︎ A timid mostly black she-cat with chocolate striped spots on her chest face and foot.​

 

[erminepaw]

A pep in his step, Erminepaw pads happily after the rest of this material patrol. He has a lot to say in general, and especially on the fact that.... two of them hadn't even found anything, but that was neither here nor there and Ermine would totally 100% for SURE make up for his mentor's and Celandinepaw's failure with his own super awesome resource finding skill(z). For sure. Totally. Even though he only, like, half knows what he's looking for. HE'D BEEN PAYING ATTENTION TO THE MATERIALS!! HE REALLY HAD BEEN!!! IT'S NOT HIS FAULT THAT HIS BRAIN IS LIKE A LEAKY DAM!!

OH!! SUCCESS!! Resting in the dead and gross yellowish brown grass was a cluster of grey feathers - titmouse or junco, maybe chickadee, Erminepaw isn't sure exactly, but they look like the most probably culprit. Something probably decided defeathering their prey right here was the right move to make. Ermine... doesn't agree with that, but hey, their loss for not keeping the nice warm feathers!!

"I found some feathers!!" He cheers, parading around the patrol with the feathers in his mouth, making sure he does a quick lap and doubles back to Featherspine's side, looking up at her with his eyes shining, clearly wanting to be praised for his spectacular find despite knowing he likely would not be receiving any of what he desires. "Look, look, look!! D'ya see them!! I found something good, didn't I?" He asks him, still as excitable as any kit.

all you wanted // i could be

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  ooc - rolled 16 !! (2 points)
  
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  #9bcfad
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  (img) Erminepaw * he/him * 6 moons
  short furred blue sepia with low white and pale yellow eyes
  Mentored by Featherspine
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[SCORCHSTORM]

Scorchstorm hangs about the patrol as a wraith. The cold has long since penetrated her wiry, short-cropped fur down to the very bone; frost grows lichenous around her nose and mouth, where her breath clings to her face, afraid of the cold death that awaits it. The whipping wind reminds her eerily of the way it had bayed in her kithood. She remembers huddling in the nursery against her littermates; remembers being wreathed in Houndthistle's paws while he spun tales out of the gales that assailed them; remembers racing with Hollykit with wind in their sails, only to trip face-first into the earth. Unbidden, she thinks of Sedgepounce's face, split in two by her own claws. Scorchstorm shakes herself of the image.

She turns to work to lift the burden of her grief. Of course, the work is more than necessary now — while WindClan has weathered much more than an early leafbare, the early onset of the season is nothing to sneeze at. Scorchstorm sifts through grass that crunches with frost; scours rocks that freeze her pads to the touch for any sign of usable bedding. She's reminded all too well of the mountains that she'd traversed for lungwort — the mountains that Sunstar and Wolfsong have seen fit to abandon her for. They certainly dodged a claw-swipe, she thinks, bitter in the face.

"Look," she chuffs to Bramblepaw, her newest apprentice (her first, maybe, but not quite). The flame-streaked tabby offers little warmth as she brushes an ice-burned rush aside, revealing a pawful of springy green moss below. "It's meager, but it's something."

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 ✧

• ooc. rolled an 11 for 1 point; collected moss
  apprentice tag: @bramblepaw -
• SCORCHSTORM —— lead warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 19 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[bramblepaw -]

✦ Bramblepaw was less exuberant on this gathering expedition than her last, the intense eyes of her mentor bringing her to heel, but that was not to say that she was subdued. Confidence held her head high like someone had thread cobwebs through the crown of her head and pulled upward, even as her gaze scrutinised the ground. It flowed in part from herself, having successfully found materials last time even as others around her struggled, and in part from her family. Papa and Heatherpaw and Nightpaw had all done well in their own expeditions to find nesting materials, and she was their blood, and didn't that mean she would do well, too? Of course it did! Even if they sometimes went on patrols without her, their absence thinning her smile, she had their skills and fortunes to lean on.

Despite the large number of cats in this venture, it's Scorchstorm's abilities that Bramblepaw actively relied on. Heatherpaw was nearby with Downyfur, and that passive presence was reassuring, the tabby's mentor was her true north for the trip; if the apprentice drifted away for any reason, it was the lead warrior's side that she snapped back to. It was new and strange, to spend so much time with someone outside of her immediate family, but she wouldn't say it was unpleasant, though she resolutely ignored the question of whether the statement would be impolite or untrue.

"I see!" She chirped at Scorchstorm's direction, watching both the action and the success it produced so she could reproduce both. A dark-tipped paw reached out to bat at the rush, then parted the stalks more decisively when a flash of colour was produced. With as much care as she could muster into ungainly limbs, Bramblepaw fished out some feathers, moss temporarily forgotten. "Do you think a bird got stuck here? Or, maybe it was caught, that makes more sense."

//rolled a 16; 2 points!​

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[Daisywatcher.]

THE CORVIDS ARE CALLING
WARNING THE FOREST A PREDATORS APPROACHING​

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daisywatcher & 22 moons & feminine & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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Leafbares arrival is troublesome, even for her - with thick coat of gold to keep her protected, even she can feel the chill in her bones. And yet, its not herself that Daisywatcher frets about as she searches, as she hunts not for prey but for a single scrap of promised warmth. No, she thinks of those less fortunate, those elss blessed - so much of windclan bears thin coats not easily buffeted by the wind when thye race, and yet offering nothing against the weather. The tirumphant call of her clanmates is enough to soothe the growing tension between her shoulders, as for once feathers and moss fills more mouths then not. Twotoned gaze glitters as she too, finds a catch - claws cutting at raking carefully at what Beetlepaw proudly proclaims to be a 'pack' of moss with a snort.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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A M - I - I N - D A N G E R - ━ - O R - A M - I - T H E - T H R E A T - ?

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// 9 - finds moss (1 point)
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[NIGHTPAW]

Pinkshine was here so it made sense that Nightpaw would be out here as well, searching yet again for materials that could be useful for all of them this cold season. Nightpaw wanted to take this opportunity to gather as much as possible, and if possible he might be just as succeedful like last time when he had found the feathers which he still hadn't been able to decide what to do with. For now they just lay there in his nest back at camp until he decided what to do with them.

With a ear flinking over at his sisters direction, Nightpaw briefly lifted his head up from some tall grass he had been searching in to cast a look at Bramblepaw and her discovery. Feathers. That was a good discovery. If she happened to look his way Nightpaw would give an approving nod to her, his way of saying 'good job' before he would return back to his own search. He moved deeper into the tall grass as he digged in the dirt, lifted up rocks to check under and keept a alerted eye inside the tall grass. Upon his search for moss, or any other materials discovered something strange growing in the middle of the grass. Nightpaw didn't know the name on this strange plant but he did remember seeing it being used in camp before so it had to be worthy enough to collect.

Nightpaw leaned his head down to grab the plant before he pulled it up until it loosen itself from the ground and was now hanging from his mouth. The apprentice turned around to return back to the group with his discovery in his mouth. Once back he noticed that his mentor had find something as well, feathers. She looked rather happy over this discovery. Hmmh. He wondered...if it was the feathers that had this effect on her, if feathers made her happy or if it was the company. That was something worth taking note of, as he stood at a distance watching her having fun with the other warriors like he didn't want to interupt them.

// material result - 13
2 points!


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