more than a feeling | phase IV herb patrol

[robinheart]

It is a fool's errand to be back out in the relentless blizzard. Perhaps she is a fool – though a fool dedicated to the health of her clan. So many have braved the weather; so many have made visitors of the medicine den.

She felt compelled to try to find more herbs. To restock what stores she could before they could become depleted.

Harsh winds whip against her face and chest as the tortoiseshell limps forward, determination shining in squinted eyes. She would find something. Anything. The wall of white would have to yield. If not to a medicine cat apprentice, but to a Riverclanner who had fought and bled for her clan; who had taken her share and was prepared to repay it twofold.

There! A downed tree limb. Robinheart trudges towards it, gritting her teeth at the numbness creeping up her paws and trickling down her ear tips. With a drippy nose, she pushes up a snow laden branch and peers into the makeshift hollow. A small sprig of greenery catches her eye. A herb sheltered enough from the elements to survive. Her heart swells as she carefully harvest the herb, knowing it will be put to good use.

// rolled an 8 for frostbite and an 11 for a basic herb found. scored 1 point!​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[PIKESPLASH]

In the future, he may scold himself for going back in the blizzard, for he already went out in search of food for the clan. He returned empty pawed. Some might have said that he had done enough and should retire for the day, but he refused to sleep in warmth without bringing something for Riverclan. That is why he decided to go out with Robinheart, even though he knew little of herbs. If he had no luck with bringing food, then maybe he could find some herbs or anything that Moonbeam could find some use for.

His chills had not subsided, but oh his dear paws... They cried out in agony. The pain nearly caused him to weep, and quite frankly lay in the snow to give some relieve to his cold paw pads. However, he knew if he stopped and then padded once again, he would find himself in a worse situation. And so, the silver tom trudged on, his teeth clenching from pain. Green eyes watch Robinheart run off to a downed tree nearby. Let's look somewhere else.

Silver paws lead him to another downed tree. The trunk has remained rooted, but the wood has been split through the middle. The rest of the tree leans against the snow, providing shelter. He starts to dig through snow and finds green. Excitement begins to wash through his body, forgetting the ache he feels from the howling winds and the snot running down his nose. Carefully he harvests the plant, not wanting to damage it. Who knows, maybe it was something good.

With his find, he bounds over to Robinheart who also found something. He can't help but smile. They both had gone out again to bring something for the clan, and it seems like their fool's errand wasn't foolish in the end.

Rolled a 6 for frostbite and 20 for finding ultra rare treatment worth 3 points (respiratory infection treatment) 3 POINTS

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[valesight ➶]

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She'd have to be a very silly bird to assume she could wander out into this conditions without him trailing after her like a protective shadow. She is fair, a maid worth trouncing after to keep safe, and these conditions are ruthless. Her steps are not too hard to keep up with, though his shoulder aches with the pressure of the winter chill, and he finds himself bemoaning that this snow is basically the same sensation as swimming. It is cold, sinks into your coat and leaves it wet.

His head tilts, pondering the way the snow crunches under his feet- maybe those more hollow thuds are a better sign. Is the snow thinner there? If he dug at it a little right now, would there be some shoots of green underneath saying 'I'm still here!' in protest of the storm? Robinheart's ears sit forward like she's just heard something delightful and she practically rushes forward to go after whatever she's set her sights on. Pikesplash soon bounds after her, all but narrowly avoiding knocking the chimera off his paws to get out of the way.

He lets out a small sigh, feeling an uncomfortable tickle in the back of his throat, as verdant shores search the horizon for something promising- there is a glimmer of pale yellow against a sleek backdrop of ardent hills and he trudges towards it with a renewed sense of hope. This looks like it could be useful... His teeth pluck at the stems carefully to pull them up, turning with a mouthful of flowery herbs to look for the rest of his group again. It is a great relief that they all find each others' sight with equally hearty bounties in their jaws...

Maybe things would be okay.

all about the boy ⋆ whos married to the fire

• rolled a 13 for health; whitecough. rolled a 17 for herbs; 2 points
• ⋆ a long-haired, chocolate tabby and fawn tabby chimera with green-yellow eyes
  ⋆ fourteen months old
  ⋆ drypaw riverclan warrior

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[Hawkcloud]

Hawkcloud's thick, sunset-shaded fur bristles against the relentless barrage of icy wind as she paces through the snow near her Clanmates — her leafy gaze narrowed against the stinging flurries. The blizzard is unyielding, a white veil obscuring the territory she's supposed to know so well. She'd joined the patrol more from a sense of duty than expertise, as herbs are a mystery to the she-cat — but the thought of returning to camp empty-pawed was unbearable. Determined, Hawkcloud presses on, her pawsteps muffled by the thick blanket of snow beneath. Her gaze sweeps across the landscape until, finally, a break in the uniform white catches her attention, too. A shallow hollow between the roots of a frost-draped tree beckons to her and she crouches low, nosing past brittle twigs and ice-laden debris until she unearths a cluster of green leaves. Their edges are faintly tinged with frost, but also miraculously still alive.

Triumph flares in Hawkcloud's chest, though her lack of knowledge leaves her hesitant for a moment. Could the leaves clutched in her jaws really be used to heal their Clanmates, or were they just a regular plant that had managed to survive the leaf-bare chill so far? Hawkcloud isn't sure, but she returns to the rest of the patrol eagerly despite it. "Robinheart!" she calls over the howling wind and the herbs in her mouth, her voice steady despite the cold that bites through the thick of her pelt. She meets the sight of her Clanmates who'd all had success in searching for herbs too, and Hawkcloud silently thanks StarClan for their luck, bouncing on her paws in delight even as the storm rages on. "I'm not sure what these are, but I decided to take them," Hawkcloud explains, her eyes shining as she glances at the other RiverClanners, triumphant in their search for herbs against the bitter cold.

/ Roll: 17 - Character makes it home healthy.
Roll: 16 - Finds rare herbs worth 2 points.​