WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT | material patrol

[BLOODWING]

Waiting in camp for the blizzard to be over didn't suit the she-cat, not when she needed to run away from her thoughts. They were all-consuming, ensnaring, whenever she tried avoiding thinking of her mother, she thought of her ThunderClan opponent instead and a new, uncomfortable feeling rose like bile in her throat instead. The longer she travelled, the more her tail lashed and the more her tail lashed, the more she wanted to run and run and never look back.

She dipped her muzzle into the snow where she'd found solid bedding material before and nudged it around like a shovel until she pulled at something completely frozen below the surface. It snapped, brittle as bird's bone, and with it came a wilted fern, too damaged to be of any use to anyone. Her ear swung backward. "Oh for fuck's—" Restless paws kicked up the snow, creating a slurry that did nothing but add to the already heavy fall.

"There's nothing out here! Of course there isn't." As another rush of cold chilled her bones, she turned to her patrol mates to see if they had better luck.

[ girlie found nothing and will get chills </3 ]

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[Gigglepaw]

Gigglepaw couldn't say that she was happy with the way that the weather had turned so violently in the aftermath of a warm day amidst chilly ones. It was like StarClan was mocking them, if they did stuff like that, though Gigglepaw wasn't so sure they would. At least, she hoped her mother wouldn't be one of the StarClanners who sent in the cold days, not when Needledrift was been as warm as a good Greenleaf day. Shaking her head, crystals of snow fell about her and she trudged through the snow after her older sister.

"I don't think there's gonna be anything with all this snow!" Gigglepaw whined, but she was quick to eat her words as she stumbled across a small pile of pine needles. "Well, next to nothing. I found some stuff." She said, reaching down to pick up the needles in her maw to take with her back to camp. She had a feeling that even when they got back to camp, there would still be problems with the cold, and Gigglepaw shivered at the thought.

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• ! 4 for health, 10 for materials

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

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[SCREECHSTORM]

Oh for StarClan's sake, haven't they been through enough? Leaf-bare was bound to return sooner or later, Screechstorm knows — it's just a shame that it had been sooner and worse. Frosted air strikes at scarred, fur-barren skin as he trudges through the snow behind the sibling duo ahead of him, his crooked-toothed maw struck with a frown as a squinting, dual-toned gaze searches the area for materials to return home with.

They're going to need all the moss and feathers they can find now, with how cold it is, and Screechstorm finds a sense of relief as he comes across a few tufts of moss, dull in remnants beneath the snow. He claws them out from leaf-bare's grasp, before returning to meet with his patrol. " It's not much, " he tells them with a flick of his tail, buffered by the gale that blows against his form. The tom looks up at falling snow, then back at the patrol.

" This kind of sucks, " he tells them with a spark in his gaze, " Maybe we should go back home. "
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