Lovelight pads through the frost-kissed undergrowth, his breath visible in faint wisps against the morning chill. The earth under his paws crunches softly, a thin layer of frost making each step feel sharp and almost brittle. The early frost has struck harder than expected, and while the cold doesn't bother him as much, he worries about the impact on the herbs. Gentlestorm had mentioned a need for stockpiling, and Lovelight had offered to help with the search, gathering a few other cats to join him. He steps carefully around the edges of bushes, his amber eyes scanning for any hints of green or the distinctive shapes of leaves that might signal a clump of herbs. His gaze falls on a patch of withered stems near a rock, and he grimaces. Whatever plants had been there are little more than blackened stalks now, their vitality drained by the frost. With a disappointed sigh, Lovelight noses around in the surrounding brush, hoping for something usable.
Minutes pass, and his paws grow colder as he moves through the undergrowth, eyes alert for anything promising. He remains silent as he searches, the only sounds being the crunch of frost underpaw and the occasional soft rustle of leaves from the others nearby. Lovelight's thoughts drift to worries of how quickly their stores could dwindle if the frost persists. The sense of urgency pushes him onward, his movements a little quicker as he scours the frosted terrain. After what feels like an eternity of searching with no success, he straightens and takes a moment to catch his breath. His shoulders sag slightly, frustration and worry etched into his expression. The early frost has been harsher than he anticipated, and the forest seems unwilling to give up its last remnants of green today. Finally, he lifts his head and calls out softly, his voice cutting through the quiet, "Has anyone found anything yet?" His gaze flickers over to where the others are scattered nearby, hoping for some sign of success.
[rolled a 4! no herbs :( ]
Minutes pass, and his paws grow colder as he moves through the undergrowth, eyes alert for anything promising. He remains silent as he searches, the only sounds being the crunch of frost underpaw and the occasional soft rustle of leaves from the others nearby. Lovelight's thoughts drift to worries of how quickly their stores could dwindle if the frost persists. The sense of urgency pushes him onward, his movements a little quicker as he scours the frosted terrain. After what feels like an eternity of searching with no success, he straightens and takes a moment to catch his breath. His shoulders sag slightly, frustration and worry etched into his expression. The early frost has been harsher than he anticipated, and the forest seems unwilling to give up its last remnants of green today. Finally, he lifts his head and calls out softly, his voice cutting through the quiet, "Has anyone found anything yet?" His gaze flickers over to where the others are scattered nearby, hoping for some sign of success.
[rolled a 4! no herbs :( ]