suboptimal conditions // material

[rivuletpaw]

[ rolled a 14 for health (whitecough oh no...) and a 12 for material (moss) ]
[ mentor tag; @carawaysong ]

Her claws dredge up the loose snow, digging at the willow tree like she had seen Cragpaw do before. Her toes feel colder and colder with every effort, the snow blending her stone-and-ivory fur into the landscape. But soon enough, Rivuletpaw unearths what she had been searching for. It's not feathers like she had found with her mother several suns ago, but moss instead. There's a spark of disappointment in her eyes but inevitably she decides that it's still something. Something to cushion the nests of the young and old, or stuff into the holes of a random den. It can be made useful - a grin splits her freezing face as she recognizes that she is being made useful.

Rivuletpaw holds her catch of bright green moss to the rest of the patrol. Her chest rattles with a cough soon after.​

 

[MERLINPAW ✦]

He'd come out of the hunting patrol he'd tagged along for healthy and with something for rumbling stomaches... As long as he was still able to stand, Merlinpaw would keep going out, keep collecting what RiverClan needs to survive, and keep them from drowning in the water - metaphorically, of course. Or literally, assuming worse comes to worst.

Ahead of them, Rivuletpaw's white pelt blends in with the snowy landscape, and Merlinpaw worries for a moment that she might get lost, or that the patrol might lose her... he'd have to keep an eye and an ear out. Continuing on the search, the chill of the air doesn't seem to pose any issues at all for him, and though he's cold, and he'd much rather be in camp where the extra bodies huddled in the apprentice's den would provide the warmth he wanted, he's fairing well enough. Better, at least, than others... Foxtail to name one.

His findings are even more of a spirit lifter, because, at the base of a tree, a cluster of fluffy, silky soft down feathers rustle in the breeze. Looking up, there's a nest in the low branches, perhaps the bird had been killed and some predator decided not to take their most valuable feathers? Whatever the case, they belong to RiverClan now.

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  ooc - health: 17, healthy !!
  material: 20, down feathers 3 points
  
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  #6360c4
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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 10 moons
  mentored by Streamsong
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- her paws had warmed at last, cold subsiding until all that remained was a gentle ache. there was still work to be done, nests and dens needed insulation now more than ever. carawaysong trudges through the snow, they wouldn't stay out for long, just enough to find what they needed and return home.

she searches the opposite side of the willow that rivuletpaw forages. if her apprentice had found moss on one side, surely there'd be more. but she came up empty. the clumps she did find had already turned brittle, ruined by the cold. the warrior sniffles, swelling hard to satisfy the ache that seemed to well in her throat. the cold was taking its toll, her tail twitches as rivuletpaw coughs. she had seen yellowcough, it was enough to make her fur stand at the first sign of sickness.

"lets get you home," she rasps, tapping the apprentice's flank gently with her tail. merlinpaw had found something good at least, and the rest of the patrol would do fine without them. "you can come too, merlinpaw." carawaysong didn't see streamsong through the snow to defer to his mentor, but it was best not to linger out here.

BLOOD IS RUNNING DEEP ˎˊ───‎ ༺ SOME THINGS NEVER SLEEP ‎‎‎⚔︎

• OOC ↛ rolled a 5 for materials & 11 for health, we whitecoughin

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 15 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
  ⭃ willowroot x poppysplash / / mentor to rivuletpaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Blackwater]

Blackwater's companions seem to have kicked off their search with a promising start, the sight of the two younger cats returning with pride and relief in their eyes upon the discovery of materials that would undoubtedly provide comfort to their clanmates allowing a dull flutter of hope to beat against his tightening chest. Starclan willing, he would be just as fortunate.

He began to dread his search with every step taken, his body quickly overtaken by violent trembling as he felt his eyes and nose begin to run with secretions. His paws were so cold they had gone numb, and opening his jaws in an attempt to sniff around seemed like a tortuous feat, every time his glands came into contact with the frozen air it felt as though lightning had struck him from the inside out. He had not seen such a violent winter in quite some time, and although he would lament turning back and giving up his search, he was aware of the fact he would not be able to withstand much more. Thankfully, he didn't have to, for just as he began to mentally prepare himself for defeat, his weeping eyes would trail along the powdered foliage and hone in on a pile of dulled green uncharacteristic of the Leafbare seasons fawna.

For a moment, Blackwater seemed to have been cured of his rapidly developing ailment, adrenaline and excitement overtaking his senses as he bounded over with as much energy that he could spare in order to dip his head and collect as much moss as he could carry within trembling jaws. He would pick up a steady pace on the return route to his patrol, suddenly longing for nothing more than to return to his own nest, the pull of it so intense it almost renewed him. Almost.

✧ ° . ☠︎︎ . ° ✧​

ooc Information

• ooc: rolled 2 for health, comes down with chills. rolled 9 for materials worth 1 point
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  BLACKWATER — HE/HIM ･ 25 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  SH blue tabby/blue chimera with low white. born to riverclan and eternally devoted to their ranks, he often prioritizes the wellbeing of others over himself and is prone to doing much more than he is physically capable of as a means to prove not only to others that he is deserving of his position, but also to himself. although not something he displays externally, he is imbittered and melancholic regarding his physical ailments and incapability. despite this repressed mental unrest, he is quite laid-back and gentle towards those around him, often content to converse and connect to any who may desire it- although admittedly, he is not the most observant or quick-witted when it comes to recognizing social cues.