SNUGGLE UP IN BED - material gathering [PHASE 2]

[AGATEPAW.]

He remembered looking in the briars for feathers and such with Swansong before. Maybe this time, Agatepaw wouldn’t screw it up. He followed the warriors in the patrol, hoping that this time would be different. If not for bedding, a feather would certainly keep the kittens entertained, but it would be better to keep them warm in the cold.

Alas, within the thorns, he found no feathers entangled, and he sighed. Great, another failure.

…Until he remembered Ferndance saying that she had found herself. Green and gold glanced around and landed upon some ferns nearby. He bounded over to them, a grin overtaking the sour look on his face. “Yes! This will be great for bedding!”

// rolled a 16! 2 points!​

"Speech"​

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STEP FROM THE DARK TO THE LIGHT​

 

[FERNDANCE]

From within the bushes nearby, the cinnamon tabby stirred, her emerald eyes focusing and refocusing on the apprentice and his findings. "I am very comfortable," she agreed with a nod, gazing at the bedding with some appreciation. A quarter-moon ago, it had been her finding some halfway decent nesting material, but her heart was so gravely distracted that she did not think she wanted the luxury of something better. Within her maw was half-dried moss, usable, good for a time, good enough for her in what was turning out to be an awful leafbare.

She smiled weakly. "Well done."

// rolled a 10 [1 point]

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[BATCHASER]

He had wandered around the marshlands, peering around every nook for anything worthy. He perks up at this find, moss. The lanky bicolor bent his head down to grip the moss, carefully ripping it where it was settled on a rock. I think the elder's would like this moss.. It's usable.

He didn't want to add this bundle he held to his own nest. It was perfectly fine the way it was. "Ah, marvelous find..." He slithers from the frosty underbrush, trotting out of the shade holding onto his prize. Slowly, turning his head towards the excitable apprentice with a hum.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

• ooc. rolled a 8 (success) & found moss
  POINTS: 1

• temp batchaser ref.

  

• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― CISMALE ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 37 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ 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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