pafp Mini helpers ❄ Bringing back weeds

[Snowlark.]

Please wait for @nectarsong
Honorary mention @Starlingheart

[ ༻❄༺ ] Nectarsong said they were going to hunt herbs, and of course Snowpaw offered in his help, and yet unfortunately the tom's knowledge of herbs were so vast that he didn't even know what to look for, let alone recognize one even if it smacked him in the face (literally). The only times Snowpaw had even been near or in the medicine cat den was when his parents were dying of yellow cough, Basilpaw's injuries, and his own nicked ear injury. Needless to say the tom was far off from getting sick, and he didn't want to count his blessings for it either since at anytime he could too fall into the curse of the marsh. Clumps of weed tucked between his teeth as he walked alongside the warrior, presenting their hunt to the medicine cat with a lifted chin before dropping it at their paws.

Surely, the two's help wouldn't go unnoticed, after all with the frog incident that left them with little herbs to be collected at the meantime, and the disappearance of their medicine cat apprentice, Snowpaw was sure any slight help wouldn't be minded. He shuffled his paws awkwardly before looking at his clumps of weed, they don't look like herbs but...maybe they were? "Uh...Nectarsong and I went herb hunting, and... this is what we found, I hope these could be useful to you Starlingheart" he stated a bit awkward in tone before glancing at the other hoping they could alleviate some of the awkwardness that he felt from trying to explain why they brought back weeds to camp instead of food.

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 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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[nectarsong]

Something that Nectarsong had conveniently forgotten to mention in their offer of a herb hunting expedition to Snowpaw is that ... they don't actually know which herbs are useful. They're untrained, unable to identify which parts of certain plants would be useful to Starlingheart and which would not. However, they aren't mouse-brained: their pale paws are gentle. As such, the lightly wilted leaves, stems and twisted roots clutched between mottled jaws are in good shape. Snowpaw had been a good hunting partner, too. Nectarsong would have to thank his mentor for letting them borrow him for the afternoon.

Now, in front of Starlingheart's den, Nectarsong places the bundle of mixed herbs at their paws as Snowpaw calls for their medicine cat. Long whiskers twitch, placidly amused, and unbothered by the potential of their finds not being helpful to their ever-so-stressed healer.

"If they are not," Nectarsong hums kindly, "I imagine the kits would appreciate something new to hunt."

ooc ✧ 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶

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• NECTARSONG ✧ they/them, warrior of shadowclan
  
  
  — "a lithe tortie point with gentle blue eyes."
  — single ; shadowed by shrike
  — speech is in #749E99
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Sharpshadow can't imagine why anyone would ever go herb hunting... without a medicine cat. She knows she wouldn't have any clue how to tell the plain old leaves apart from something that's going to save a life or cure a cold... Snowpaw and Nectarsong themselves seem to indicate that the same is true for them, so... that's useful and cool. Sharpshadow looms closer to the clump of herbs, not really wanting to intrude, but curiosity turns passing - glance - as - he - walks - by to pausing - to - scrutinize. Maybe he's molding into the role better than he thought.

Grey eyes squint, unconvinced. If they are not, I imagine the kits would appreciate something new to hunt. Well, every outting from camp seems to include a decent chance of death. He'd like to say he isn't sure if that's worth some pointless leaves to bat around — but that's a pretty unfun, lame, and unlikeable to say, right? So... he probably shouldn't. He wouldn't. Something equally unfun and lame that he notices is this is a party of two, not the Chilledstar - perscribed three. Should he mention this? Would he be an uncool Lead Warrior, or a brave and cool one that cares about the well being of his clanmates? ...It's all too much to keep track of.

Her gaze shifts to the gloom of Starlingheart's dem, awaiting the Medicine Cat's appearance. She figures if it mattered — she would say something. ...Or would a Medicine Cat not concern herself with how many cats one cat needed to not be killed by some slobbering or sharp - beaked beast? Minus the sharp beak. Those sorts had no constraints within camp, after all. " I - I hope you were careful, " is the lame comment he settles for, in the end.​

 

[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. The days spent confined to the medicine den had been long, the static song of nothingness was endless, only broken by the occasional idle conversation or Starlingheart and Magpiepaw’s rustling about. Briarthorn had watched what she could from where she had been nest-bound, desperate for anything remotely interesting. There hadn’t been much to gain from silently observing from afar, too many different plant names spoken all too quickly- some had stuck out though, only the eye-catching ones. Marigold and lavender had been her favorite, even if their true purpose was lost on her, they had at the very least been nice to look at, their scent pleasant.
Snowpaw and Nectarsong shuffle into camp with bundles of some type of foliage clasped close, and narrow hazel hues glide with their gait, up until the shadows of the medicine den swallow the duo whole.
In their wake, a squinting Sharpshadow is left, shadowy paws only teetering on uncertainty for a moment before he follows.
Briarthorn doesn’t fully enter the medicine den, instead opting to stop short of the threshold, curiosity getting the best of her- the warrior wanted to know what the duo had done to earn the critical glare of the crooked-pelted lead warrior. The plants Snowpaw and Nectarsong had brought back with them now lay on the ground, an offering for their night-furred healer.
Naturally soured brow bones pinch together, the thought was nice she supposed, though… perhaps bringing the medicine cat lunch would have also sufficed, if their intentions were to fall into her good graces.
Did Starlingheart even have bad graces? She was so… amicable. A natural nurturer, which made sense. Sharpshadow finally speaks, and Briarthorn feels an ear flick, underwhelmed by what she had to say. Stars… be interesting for once.
The thought is cruel, but Briarthorn was convinced the others inner dialogue wasn’t half as dull as his tongue, she can tell by the way his eyes constantly move in every which way. "Those don’t look like herbs." Briarthorn finally hums matter-of-factly, uninterested in not stating the obvious, they looked like the same marshland plants she stepped on daily. Unless… no, they were weeds.

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[sneezepaw]

After witnessing the rot of herbs in Starlingheart's den, Sneezepaw was pleased to see something fresh come into camp. Even if they were.. weeds, as they appeared, or ordinary swampland plants. He would remain optimistic that there could be a use in everything, medicinal or not.

Sharpshadow is there too, which is kinda cool. His elusive mentor seems uncertain, battling between some different choices of monologue as she usually did. "Of course they were careful," he chirps, almost tempted to give her a reassuring shoulder nudge, if only he wasn't so intimidated by Sharpshadow's anxious reactions. "They don't look hurt. And look what they brought back!"

Briarthorn suggests, rather bluntly, that the plants don't look like herbs. Sneezepaw trots over to greet Snowpaw and glances at the herbs while he's over, inspecting them for himself. True to his word, they don't look anything like the rot he'd seen in Starlingheart's den - but then again, he didn't see her fresh stores. "Who knows besides Starlingheart? Maybe they're just rare. Or.. new. Maybe we haven't discovered their use yet."
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

• sneezekit SNEEZEPAW
  ━━ APPRENTICE of SHADOWCLAN | 7 MOONS ,, ages every 2nd
  ━━ DUCKSHIMMER xx NPC | SIBLING to SINGEPAW and SWALLOWPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by SHARPSHADOW​
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[MARBLEPAW]

Snowpaw and Nectarsong shiver through camp's entrance, blinding with their pale pelts, their jaws filled to the brim with leafage. Marblekit approaches on curious paws, sitting neatly beside Sharpshadow and Briarthorn, who eye the pile with wariness. "Those smell weird. I guess they could be herbs, then," the little she-kit pronounces, lowering her nose to delicately sniff at the offerings. They certainly smell and look green, and that's what the majority of Starlingheart's herbs smell like to her. She licks her chest fur for a moment, listening to Nectarsong mew that the "herbs" would prove fun for a kit to play with, at least.

Marblekit remembers the tedious work in the dark of Starlingheart's den, the folding of leaves, the snap of gentle green beneath her forepaws. She wonders if she could try her paw at folding Nectarsong and Snowpaw's haul, but something gives her pause, causes her to hesitate. She doesn't really know what she's doing, after all, and if Starlingheart were to see her messing up precious herbs... well... she could get in trouble for doing that. And she doesn't want to cause her aunt anymore grief than the poor scarred molly has already endured.

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

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• Marblekit, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 5 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan kit, 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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[Maggotfur.]

ABANDON ALL YOUR STUPID DREAMS
ABOUT THE GIRL I COULD HAVE BEEN, MY DEAR​

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maggotfur ♛ 19 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan warrior ​

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Herb hunting - once, Maggotfur could claim to have done so, even her presence at Magpiepaw's side had been perfunctory at best, more guardian than help. But he is gone, and so she has stopped - her actions stilted and stalled, and while the pain has ebbed the emptiness remains. Cold blue eyes peer down her muzzle at the offering Nectarsong and Snowpaw bring back - and she scoffs. She doesn't hide her disdain at their attempts. They should've left the hunting to Starlingheart - to any cat really, who knew what they were actually doing. Still, perhaps there will be something salvageable within the bunch... or, as nectarsong had said, they'll at least be of use to the kittens in the nursery,

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A N D - I F - Y O U ' R E - B L I N D - T O - T H A T ,━ I ' M - F I N E - W I T H - T H A T

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// im so sorry she's meaner than usual in this one RIP

 

[BATCHASER]

Batchaser blinks from behind his curly fringe, he turned his head to watch as Snowpaw and Nectarsong shuffle from the bramble of camp holding... weeds. Herb hunting. He doesn't have a single clue about the various plants, apart of curing a cat from a cold or saving someone's life by patching up a wound. He shall remain optimistic on the matter. He peers at a squinting Sharpshadow and a blunt Briarthorn, from his spot nearby.

"Hm, Maybe they're... just weeds." His hidden gaze shifts to Sneezepaw, before looking at the gloom of Starlingheart's den with a ear flick. Surely, weeds are a bit helpful? Or they're just straight up useless. Well, who knows? Only the medicine cat knows, what the old plants are useful for.

THE DARLING MOON ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ HIDDEN EYES AND SHARP GRINS

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 31 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke mix with gold/green heterochromatic eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — 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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