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"​

---

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]

​

 

[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
  

​

 

[Amberhaze]

⚛︎₊˚‧ It had gotten easier, he supposed. Perhaps not as easy as one might hope, but the construction of a new routine was something that helped bring a sense of purpose and structure to the clan when times were so uncertain. It made him sick to think about, and so he did everything in his power to stray away from pondering the what ifs that he was so susceptible to.

He kept himself occupied with his clans endeavors, joining patrols where he could to better assist them for the rapidly developing Leafbare season. Rummaging around the foliage, he came across a find that was much more promising than his last, ochre optics seeming to glow with surprise and satisfaction as he quickly collected his haul with twitching jaws. "I-I found feathers!" He would call out to nobody in particular, possibly just a product of excitement.

✧ ° . ⚠︎ . ° ✧​

ooc Information

• ooc: rolled a 12
• 

  AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 19 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.

 

[Gigglepaw]

Gigglepaw was cold. She'd been cold from the moment she's awoke that morning, and she hadn't been able to shake the chill, even after going out on patrol with some of her Clanmates. She followed after Agatepaw and the others with a stiff step, trying to keep a positive mind as she trudged along. They were supposed to be looking for materials, but Gigglepaw had spent the entirety of the patrol looking down at shivering paws, and less time was spent looking through the glen for proper nesting materials.

Puffing out her fur, Gigglepaw finally looked up when Amberhaze announced that he'd found feathers. It would be nice for the nursery to have that comfort, and the thought of the kits having a comfortable Leafbare was enough to get Gigglepaw back into shape, her eyes surveying the land for any feathers or ferns that she could find herself that she might contribute to the patrol. Unfortunately, nothing was sticking out to her that looked as though it would be of any use.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• ! rolled a 3 :[

• 

• GIGGLEPAW ✩ apprentice of shadowclan, eight moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

​

 

[BLOODWING]

Boring, but important. It was a lesson she had taken from Sneezeduck when they'd searched for materials together, and through the mind-numbing dullness of searching and the toe-numbing coldness of an early Leafbare, the cinnamon tabby pushed onwards. She didn't expect to find much of anything, but the smell of injury could not leave her nostrils as she congregated close to her clan. As they moved, as did the strength of the scent, and eventually, Bloodwing broke away, moving through the undergrowth until she stumbled upon what she'd detected.

Blood and feathers lay in tandem (so similar to her namesake she almost smiled at the reliability), but beyond the obvious few obvious tail feathers lay strands of downy, hair-like objects that made the she-cat's heart jitter withe excitement as she pressed her cheek to it. It was warm, and soft; it brought her back to her time in the Nursery (minus the occasional shiny trinket that would poke into her side).

She practically skipped back to the group, grin stretched across her muzzle and as many feathers stuffed into her muzzle as she could manage. Just as she was about to declare her victory to ShadowClanner, her gaze settled upon Gigglepaw, empty-pawed and incredibly cold-looking. Bloodwing sighed quietly. "Hey Gigs," she nudged her sister then gestured to a pile of down feathers between the pair. A large pinned them in place, her tongue moving to hide a lost feather still trapped between her teeth. "You drop these?"

[ rolled a 20! +3 points ]


​

 

[LAVENDERPAW]

Suitable materials have been hard to come by, promising a miserably cold leaf-bare if they don't step up their game. The thought of potentially having to huddle for warmth in the apprentices' den gives Lavenderpaw the shivers, unwilling to entertain the thought of other pelts touching his for prolonged periods no matter how cold he is. Perhaps the biting chill will change his mind in time, but today's Lavenderpaw hates the idea.

So here he is, gathering nesting materials in an attempt to ward off this possibility. A selfish motivation, but at least it'll benefit others. He thoroughly combs through his surroundings, searching for anything that could be used to sleep on, even pine needles that haven't gone brittle yet. His luck turns up a patch of moss, slightly withered from frost, but still intact enough to use. Though he tries to remember how to hold his paws to scrape it up cleanly, he winds up with some splinters that he carefully picks out before returning to the others. "...Found something," the dour fledgling mumbles past the bundle of moss in his mouth.

---

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── you can take all you want ⋆⋅🐦‍⬛⋅⋆ but not who i am ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• rolled a 10! +1 point

• 

• LAVENDERPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, six moons
  ⭃ a small, spiky-furred black smoke tom with odd eyes and low white. he's resentful of being dumped at shadowclan's paws by his nonna, and avoids his new clanmates as much as he can, but in truth he's a compassionate young cat who romanticizes the world around him. he holds a deep fascination with birds of prey. ic opinions, he is in his pre-teen angst phase and it will get worse before it gets better.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

​

 

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ This time Swansong does not guide so much as watch. Her teachings are well-recieved; with the weather growing colder and the moss brittler, more and more cats are venturing out in search of nest-makings. The wispy warrior herself keeps a close eye on her new apprentice, trailing after him like a wayward spirit. Her pale gaze is unwavering as she tracks his movements, his enthusiastic trot towards a patch of green.

Her maw curls into a smile, and Swansong bounds forwards to meet him. "Oh...! Those are perfect, Agatepaw," she purrs, leaning down to pull a few more fronds from the patch.

I FELL ASLEEP WITH A VISION ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND I ALMOST PULLED IT THROUGH‎

• // rolled a 16!! +2 points
• 
  
  

  "SPEECH"

• 
  SWANSONG ☾ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, 19 moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
  ★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ★ halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

​

 

[MIRESTAR]

Mirestar thinks they are just fine with boring. Boring can be good; it can fill bellies, it can reinforce borders, it can keep the most vulnerable warm... and most importantly, boring takes no lives. Like clockwork, the Clan continues on in its monotony, for better or for worse. Leaf-bare will continue to envelop the marshes. It is as simple as that: preparation never ends, even if ShadowClan has one less cat to do it with.

Their maw does not allow space for a pleased smile, not even when they see so many of their Clanmates succeed in their findings. Nests of all ranks alike would be seeing additions today... elders, queens and kits will enjoy some extra warmth, while warriors and apprentices will feel all the more productive once they settle for the night. Perhaps they, too, will get to expand their nests, should the forest offer more of its basic materials.

But Mirestar is far too distracted — with eyes glazed over, their paws rummage through the thinning undergrowth, and they come up pathetically empty.

Rolled 2; failure.

​

 

[shalestorm]

So far, for the most part, this patrol is doing very good on finding materials, and Shalestorm finds herself quite pleased by that fact. Her own net is in need of some better insulation, so maybe they'll have extra she can steal away once all the elders, queens and kits were nice and cozy warm. It puts a smile on her face, one that falters slightly when she notices Mirestar's expression, how they do not seem... here entirely. But it's not her place to comment on that, is it?

She's lucky, and as she's looking beneath some trees for any feathers a molting bird may have lost, she comes across something different: a patch of ferns that had yet to succumb from the ever present layer of frost that blankets the ground. Grinning to herself, the warrior collects a few, and then makes her way to Gigglepaw's side and offering her a grin on her face as she listened to the exchange between her and Bloodwing.

"Oh, feathers!! What a good find, Gigglepaw!" She praises, knowing full well that it had not been Gigglepaw's find, but playing along all the same.

if I held your hand // would that be okay?

• 
  ooc - roll: 14, found ferns 2 points
  
• 
  #e36f90
• 
  (img) Shalestorm * she/her* 27 moons
  blue point/blue chimera w/ low white; blue eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

​

 

[SCREECHSTORM]

Though he's growing rather tired of this patrol and would rather turn in the opposite direction and take a walk by himself right now, Screechstorm knows he'd be unable to — not with Mirestar taking part. Besides, everyone else for the most part has found something. He can't return empty-pawed, can't waste his time sticking around on this patrol just for nothing.

A cold puff of air is let out from his nose as he searches the area, mismatched gaze dulled with boredom. There's got to be something around here to keep the lot of them warm, right? Something to line their nests with surely shouldn't be too far...

Oh! There. Moss still clings to some rocks up ahead. It's a more tedious task than he wants, but he takes to it anyway, claws scraping against the stone until he has enough to carry back. " This good enough? " he asks, despite knowing it is.

// rolled a 10! +1 point