MONEY EVERY PAYDAY ☼ SUPPLY RUN

[dimmingsun]

Rare are the days a warrior gets orders from a medicine cat on a non-medicine cat related subject, but then again, rare are the days of rushing to prepare for what may as well be the worst leaf-bare yet. With any luck, its early arrival would mean an early departure... but Dimmingsun cannot exactly put much faith in that idea. Cottonsprig had been clear with her request, and he sees sense in it; there is little point in fattening the fresh-kill pile and filling the dips of the earth with insulated materials if the camp's boundaries are brittle. They will need all the protection they can get.

"Alright, you heard miss Cotton'," he says, voice sounding more fond of the medicine cat rather than annoyed by the notion, "I want all of us to gather stuff to strengthen our premises. Anything can be useful now — twigs, feathers, tangled bits of bush... you name it. We will add all you find to the gorse walls. That should help it endure the cold winds."

Dimmingsun's tail sweeps over the land in much the same fashion as his eye. He did not find anything useful at the Horseplace with Scorchstar... he needs to show something for all his efforts, lest he appears to be dead-weight to the Clan.

Tentative paws brush through the heather; even if some of the flowers retain their coloring during the frost, they become so much more sensitive to the elements. He does not wish to break anything that is still living, but he wants to be thorough in his search. Gentleness does not come easy to someone his size — flaunting his body in a grandiose display of strength comes much easier, but he is always willing to try and defy expectations.

He appears to defy even his own when an unsheathed claw catches in something soft. "Look at that!" Dimmingsun hollers in triumph. His movements manage to pry off gray-brown tufts of fur like it's all cobweb, retrieving the goods from a particularly dry bit of gorse. "Someone left this behind... shame for the bunny, lucky for us." While the rabbits of the moor definitely did not have enough time to grow their leaf-bare pelts, the amount Dimmingsun finds makes up for it. Breeze can easily sweep the weightless items away — but if he tangles it with some branches, it should insulate the walls for longer.

Rolled 19; 3 points.
@TIGERSTING @Beetlekit! @BUCKFIRE @SPLINTERPAW. @SEDGEPOUNCE @bunnypaw

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[bunnypaw]

[ rolled a 5... :') ]

Bunnypaw would tend to keep her head down, nose drifting across the yellowed grass of the season. She holds better to scents this way, finds herself better by way of being non-offensive and submissive to whatever creature may approach her. But today... the earth is too cold to hold her nose too. Bunnypaw had started like normal, but after only a few steps into the chilled moorland, she finds herself standing more straight-backed than normal.

Dimmingsun finds rabbit fluff. Bunnypaw stares him down with incredulous fear. She does not like the stars in the moment, the promise what finding hare shed gives her.

"Uhh..." she trembles and stills, her paws useless atop the frost. Bunnypaw looks towards her brother, wondering if next Dimmingsun will pull thorns and twigs for their gorge wall. She turns her gaze back downwards and spouts a useless, "I'm not finding anything with - with all this frost...!" Admittedly, she hasn't tried. Her gaze avoids that of her patrolmates, neglecting their hard stares and nonverbal accusations.
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[BUCKFIRE]

Not only was prey growing scarce, but even useful materials were found far and few in between on the moors. While the patrol leader seemed to have some luck, Buckfire was empty-pawed so far. As a tom who strove to achieve more than what was expected of him, to be more than ordinary, coming up short was frustrating.

The chocolate tabby purses his lips, scanning the expanse of the frosted heather momentarily before meowing, "I think we'd have better luck at the barn. Bet I could find some scraps lyin' around." Some things natural, some things discarded by the twolegs. Either way, maybe they could find materials that could fortify WindClan's camp.

𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍 ✹ 　. 　 + 　 ˚ 　 · 　 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃

• roll: 5 ( nothing found )
  pts: 0

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  — buckfire / 33 moons / he/him pronouns
  — windclan moor runner / former loner
  — sh chocolate tabby w/ orange eyes, bite marks on left foreleg, nick in left ear & scratch on right side of lip
  — click for tags

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Though not accusatory, Sedgepounce's glance is briefly concerned. Change is not at all something Bunnypaw adapts well to. It's bad enought that her first Leafbare is proving to be such a bad one, but coupled with the fact that she spooks like a...well, like a rabbit whenever someone so much as glances non-benevolently in a stray hare's direction, and...things aren't exactly looking up for Bunnypaw.

But not for the first time, Sedgepounce feels at a complete loss for what to do. Nothing he says seems to make any difference—or at least any positive difference. Her apologies for being a bad apprentice continue to scorn him, so Sedgepounce mainly focuses on not looking at all upset whenever she looks his way.

"Uh-huh. I'm sure the barncats would love to hand over all their fluffy bedding to us, too," he jokes in Buckfire's direction, sniffing around a thicket of sawgrass. His nose brushes against something coarse and leafy; peeling back the grass reveals a cluster of sturdy ferns, still thriving despite the sudden freeze. "Ah! Here we go."

// rolled a 13! :3c
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[Beetlepaw!]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ She didn't want to be out here; the cold wasn't something the newly made apprentice knew, and she struggled to keep herself warm. The wind was specifically hunting for her, and her stupid short silky fur didn't help fight off the cold. The moorlands had little barriers that would cut off its path, so the gusts easily sliced through the grassy fields and landed right in her face. "Mmm!"

Beetlepaw didn't care how silly she looked walking crouched low to the ground. Unsurprisingly, she didn't find anything that would make any nest, wall, or rock any warmer. Despite her best efforts to remain focused on the task at paw, Beetlepaw's mind was filled with wonder. All that filled her vision was frost-covered flora that made the sunlight bounce off of it in pretty dancing beams. With every twist of her long, sleek tail, the hardened greenery would chime back.

ooc Information

• ooc: — Rolled a 1
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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.​

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