needs sun ⋆ herb gathering

[valesight ➶]

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He is most definitely not the most exemplary fisher... which meant that when the opportunity came around for him to make himself useful outside of that skill set, he was on it in a heartbeat. Treading through the fern-dense undergrowth with eyes peeled for something familiar, Valesight realizes he is not terribly knowledgeable about what he hunts for beyond the less than savory leaves he's been subject to eating every once in awhile. Moonbeam had not used much besides marigolds and poppy seeds in his presence but the chimera wants something more than that to help her supplies through this chill.

Whatever they found, it needed to be harvested now before the frost could kill it all.

The muffled sound of pawsteps crushing the ice-dusted grasses grow distant as he veers off, spotting a collection of particularly promising looking leaves. He could always check later if Moonbeam thought they were sincerely helpful but... it was better not to risk leaving them here to be trampled before he could bring her all the way back to check. Plucking them neatly near the root, the long-haired tom gives a small nod of encouragement to himself before turning back towards his patrol-mates, waiting for them to finish their own respective searches to make sure everyone was accounted for before heading home. There had been far too many predators lurking about lately...

all about the boy ⋆ whos married to the fire

• //rolled a 19. 3 points
• ⋆ a long-haired, chocolate tabby and fawn tabby chimera with green-yellow eyes
  ⋆ thirteen months old
  ⋆ drypaw riverclan warrior

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[ALGAEPAW]

Algaepaw had no idea how to harvest herbs, nor had it ever occurred to her naive mind. She never thought she had to learn either, but each new day was another for fate to lay Her hands on his own un-calloused knuckles. Slight shivers wracked at his wiry pelt, though even the biting winds were not enough to deter her from helping out. Following the older Valesight, Algaepaw spotted colors thawing through the monotony of the frost-fallen earth, like the ground bled in vinacious and roseyed colors alike. In the fashion that a perspicacious bird had when seeing an especially shiny object, Algaepaw's gilt-laden eyes glittered. The young apprentice quickly broke away from the patrol, only beset by the beauty that had happened upon her sight at the right exact time. On closer inspection did the blooms show their ardor through the mire of early winter, as though blind to the world and sensuous to only the sky above, which only glowed an unassuring cyan in return. Starclan, or the forces that govern even them, must have been looking out for him! He deftly plucked the bright-eye flowers from where they lie on the floor, where frost seemed to shirk away in pallid demeanor. "Hey! I found something! Could be good, I think. If not, it'll be a nice decoration." Algaepaw mewed with the stems caught between sharpened ivories, taking little care to preserve the precious flowers, as if they were simply verdant ornaments for a garish garth of sorts. Shark-tooth grin painted upon her white-smoke countenance.

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 ·₊˚☄ 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶

• Rolled a 19, found bright-eye flowers. 3 points.
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  —— ALGAEPAW / He/She / 6 Moons
  —— Apprentice of Riverclan / Sibling to Redpaw and Rivuletpaw / Mentored by Lichenstar
  —— A wiry, wild-furred blue tortoiseshell with high white and freckle-like spotting. Brilliant yellow eyes, like twin molten suns.
  —— Chaotic, obsessive and strange, Algaepaw is a weirdly refreshing character to encounter amongst the sea of her dutiful kin. Beset by nature and her patterns, he is quick to connect the dots even when no such connection truly exists. Somewhat easy to befriend, provided that one can handle his mannerisms and tendency to weave tall tales.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Early frost bites at Snakeblink's paws, curls into his lungs at each inhale. He already misses the gentleness of leaf-fall, and it has not even left yet; it's only leaf-bare that has moved in alongside it. It is bad news in the wake of their flash flood, but when is something not bad news, with RiverClan? It's as if they keep reaching the surface before being pulled underwater once more.

He has the flood, and Moonbeam, on his mind as he follows Valesight and Algaepaw into the forest. Lack of herbs nearly destroyed them the previous cold season; he does not like the idea of struggling again because the river robbed them of their reserves.

"You and Moonbeam are close, are you not?" He asks Valesight idly, his eyes scouring the whitened landscape for anything useful. Anxiety, a familiar burn in his throat, makes his tongue looser and his mind hungry for discussion. "Useful herbs should look more familiar to you, if you have seen them around her den." Stars know that Snakeblink, for all his curiosity for the healing arts, prefers to avoid the medicine den. He is too busy for sickness: Jackal's attack was already a frustrating setback.

A flash of color pulls his attention away and he slithers through foliage to reach a flower that reminds him of-- the past leafbare. Yellowcough treatment. Is it the same? He cannot tell: all plants look the same, to him, aside from differences in colors. He pulls them delicately all the same, gathering a bundle in his mouth. If it is useful, Moonbeam will appreciate it; and if it's not, no one will miss it. It could be useful to pad nests.

"Nice find," he tells Algaepaw around his prize as he comes back to the other cats, though in truth he has no idea whether the flowers are useful either. "The medicine den will look as if nothing had ever happened soon enough."​

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ooc. information.

• Rolled a 20, potentially found lungwort. 3 points
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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 57 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  

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[iciclefang]

Now she really feels out of her element, traipsing through the wetlands with her eyes peeled for healing herbs. The lead warrior had been trained expertly in combat, sufficiently in hunting, fishing, and swimming, and was a decent tracker, but for all of her skills, she was absolutely useless when it came to stocking Moonbeam's supplies. She knows the ivory she-cat needs all the help she can get, even with Robinheart helping her now, but Iciclefang wishes she were sparring with Pinepaw instead.

She tastes the air, her eyes narrowing into burning blue slits. Something almost familiar grazes her tongue, gently spiced like the scents that cling to Moonbeam's fur. She stalks forward, not unlike she is pursuing a piece of prey, and finds... something. She isn't really sure what it is, and like the rest of her patrol, has no real idea if it will be useful, but she lowers her jaws to the stalks and jerks upright regardless. When she turns to Valesight, Snakeblink, and Algaepaw, she'll have a clump of greenery hanging from her jaws. "'ood f'nd, I hope," she mumbles through the herbs.

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

• ooc: apprentice tag @Pinepaw ⭒ ; rolled a 13, found herbs treating fever and infection (2 points)
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 29 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.

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[PIKESPLASH]

The only reason why he had volunteered had been because of Snakeblink. Even through everything the tom was never cruel with him. Their friendship may have been a little strained, but he will always be grateful towards Snakeblink. After all, it was Snakeblink who told him that there was a place for him here, and from then on he swore that he would better himself. He isn't quite sure how much better he has gotten. Progress is slow, but not without setbacks.

So much was lost. His friendship with Lichenstar? Broken. He doesn't blame her for it. No, he never did. He will never forget the anger and hurt on her face as she decided his fate. The only reason why he was here at all was because of Lichenstar. She made it clear that whatever they had was tarnished, and all he could do was watch her, knowing it was all his fault. It ached not to walk up to her and ask her how her day had been or splash water playfully in her direction, wanting to wash away her stress with fun. All he could do was keep his distance and respect her wishes. They were strangers now. He was nothing more than a subordinate. His paws must not cross the line.

And then there was Petalnose... She never forgave him. Rejected him and their bond. She declared that they would no longer be siblings, and the molly he had come to love as his rugged sister was gone. It was replaced with a molly who hissed cold words in his directions and ignored him. He was unable to explain himself, but knowing as stubborn as she was... She never would have forgiven me. She died. I was never able to say I'm sorry.

Green eyes stares before tall thick green leaves with tiny green flowers. He has no clue what it is given the fact that he is no medicine cat, but it seems promising enough. Moonbeam hates my guts though... He can't help but sigh before gathering the thick grass in his jaws. Wordlessly he pads towards the group with his find. His eyes land on Iciclefang for a brief moment, "ook goewd." It is brief. After all, Iciclefang doesn't exactly like him.

rolled 13; found herbs treating fever and infection, 2 POINTS

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[GILLSIGHT]

Even though the warrior has been through multiple heart-wrenching cold seasons and has learned to navigate through his wariness in its wake, there is something still so unsettling about standing too close to the water's edge for too long. It's land-hunting that he excels at during this point of the season cycle, but even the black and white tom finds himself struggling to find the scent of prey above the stronger scent of frost.

Still wanting to help out, he finds himself here instead — in a realm he's far less familiar with, herb collecting. And perhaps it shows, how out of his own world he is, for the tom finds himself struggling to find anything discernible from the plants he already knows. Reeds, grass, moss; were any of those of use to Moonbeam and Robinheart? Probably less so than actual herbs.

Finally, he spots something out of the ordinary. Something that, for a moment, he finds triumph in. A small hum gives way to his process of collecting the plant remnants. When he picks up what he believes to be enough, Gillsight returns, only to find his patrol-mates' findings vastly different than what he'd managed to grab. Heartier than his, they all seem to be.

" Uh... D-do we think th-this is anything...? " he asks, the chill against his fur long forgotten as his form grows warm.

// rolled a 2 :/ + 0 points

 

[willowroot]

( ☾ ) the chill creeps up the dark smoke's paws as she follows the patrol out into the wilderness. herb hunting is not her forte - she would much rather be on a hunting patrol right now - but with the looming sunningrocks battle and the bite of leaf-bare already sinking its icicle teeth into the earth, riverclan need all the medicine they can get. emerald eyes flick to her side, where echopaw pads, and she nudges the girl gently. "keep your nose to the ground, and feel free to ask me to double check an herb for you, alright?" she tells the girl, before she flicks her with her tail, allowing her apprentice to pad off a ways away to begin her search.

rime crunches beneath slender paws as the femme peels off to her own search, sharp muzzle scenting the air. she is no moonbeam, no medicine cat, but she knows the shape of a few herbs from her time spent in the den during her injuries and sickness. bright eyes find the poison hued optics of snakeblink, where he raises his head with a bundle in his maw. "nice find," willowroot will call, turning her attention to a spot a few tail lengths away from the man. more of the same herb grows here, low to the ground, with purple blooms that have wilted to a dull mauve in the frost. "is this lungwort?" the feline wonders aloud, nipping the herbs up with her teeth and gathering them together. "stars i hope so."

THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

• // rolled a 20! found possible lungwort! +3 points"#91A26C"
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• WILLOWROOT ☾ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 46 MOONS. MENTORING ECHOPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a long-haired black smoke oriental with sage-green eyes. smoky long fur coats the length of willowroot's lithe body, cut through with dark ghost stripes. friendly sage green eyes that narrow in an almond shape, and her muzzle and limbs are thin and long due to her oriental heritage.

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