THIS IS HOW [ ❀༉‧₊˚ ] HERB PATROL

[Starlingheart]

Starlingheart has seen many changes in her, arguably, short lifetime. She was alive so briefly for her mothers reign, for her brothers time as deputy. She has watched too many leaders die, too many seconds step up to take their place. It is no different when Mirepurr steps up to the plate to dish out patrols, the clan blinks and is grateful for the direction, life continues on even through the midst of so much change, the way it always does and the way it always will.

She glances at her patrol-mates, grateful for their presence. Scalejaw and Ferndance were steady members of the clan, if anything were to happen while they were out then they could protect them, and they now had the added bonus of their wisdom on this patrol. Perhaps there was something to be learned here, not just about herbs. "We-we will keep our eye out for any-any herbs that can be harvested " she starts as they make their way out into the pines. "But-but Marblepaw... I was wondering- would the- the two of you- would either of you be alright with showing my apprentice a couple of hunting moves?" she asks, single eye glowing in the dim light. With hardly any formal training herself, Starlingheart was not the right cat to teach her apprentice these things, but it is her wish for Marblepaw to know them. Her last apprentice had had the blessing of warrior training first, but Marblepaw would have to learn as she went and for that, Starlingheart would need a little extra help.

Perhaps she could learn something as well.

// @FERNDANCE @scalejaw @MARBLEPAW

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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[FERNDANCE]

It had been a long, long time since the cinnamon tabby had attended a herb patrol, long enough for the descriptions of medicinal flora to fall into obscurity within Ferndance's head. She had given Starlingheart some water-dwelling plant before, though, its precise uses (or lack thereof) were lost on the warrior. On graceful steps, the she-cat followed ShadowClan's healer through the pines, her nose tilted towards the sky as she took in the fresh greenleaf scents. Grief could be heavier than matted fur upon one's heart, but, for the first time since Snowypaw left, the cinnamon tabby felt a fresh conviction within her heart, an appreciation for the marshlands and all it contained. Her children would be warriors soon, her youngest apprentices - life did not move on, but it could at least heal.

The serenity and silence from Ferndance did not last. The medicine cat spoke and she angled her head downwards to look at her, eyes wide and inquisitive. She paused her trotting gait, gaze darting between mentor and apprentice. Ferndance shimmied her shoulders, the pale fluff upon her chest puffing with pride at being asked such a question. Ferndance believed herself to be a competent hunter, no, a phenomenal hunter, selective in the murder of prey to ensure only the juiciest morsels graced the fresh-kill pile. Though she did not know Scalejaw well enough to know if the older she-cat could say the same, it didn't matter, for if she wasn't as confident at hunting, then Ferndance was more than eager to take the reigns.

A smile stretched upon her muzzle, her pupils bulbous. "Oh, absolutely," she mewed. "Marblepaw, could you show me what you think a hunter's crouch looks like?" It would be interesting to see how much, if anything, she'd picked up from her mothers.

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[MARBLEPAW]

This is Marblepaw's first warrior-accompanied herb patrol, and she has to admit, she feels safer with battle-hardened Scalejaw and quick-pawed Ferndance flanking her mentor and her. She scampers behind the older cats, wide eyes taking in the sights of the marsh. Starlingheart says they'll harvest any herbs they come across, but she pointedly asks the warriors if they'll show Marblepaw a couple of hunting moves.

She blinks, half in surprise, but she remembers Lilacfur's promise to her that she'd show her battle moves, too. It's important even for a medicine cat to be able to feed themselves and defend themselves, she reasons, though her dust-hued pelt prickles nervously as she turns her attention to the warriors.

Ferndance takes to the task gleefully. "Could you show me what you think a hunter's crouch looks like?" Marblepaw licks her lips and nods. She inhales, trying to focus on how she's positioning her limbs as she lowers her belly to the marshy earth. She can remember very little from Siltcloud's meager trainings; hunting in the Twolegplace had been very different from hunting in the marsh, after all... but she does remember that to stalk, you step lightly...

"You, um... put your weight on your back legs, right?" She tries it, but her balance is off; she wobbles, and her tail brushes the marshgrass, creating a rustling noise.

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

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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 7 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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