Backwritten Territory RiverClan 'Cause I'm a giver, and a giver is a bad, bad thing to be - [July Herb Patrol]

[Jinglemoon]

JINGLEMOON, 26 Moons, RiverClan Medicine Cat // He/They // #3b90ff
A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes.
Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLEPAW, ECLIPSEPAW and COMETPAW
Mentoring RAINPAW
Usually walks with a jingle in his step. Good listener and always thoughtful.
Played by DINGO

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Jinglemoon was visibly disheveled on today's herb patrol and his tail dragged along on the ground behind him as he padded out into RiverClan's territory- It was a good thing he didn't need the stealth of a hunting patrol to find herbs given the noise it made, herbs couldn't exactly run away after all. The medicine cat looked as though he hadn't had much time to smooth his pelt and truth be told is that he hadn't! Spending almost all his time in the medicine den keeping a watchful gaze over Wavesong and her new litter of kits. There were two in the litter he was concerned for and today's herb patrol would likely determine just how much he'd be able to help them in the coming days...

What they really needed right now was herbs for illnesses preferably but with how little they were left with after the heist ShadowClan had pulled the blue tabby tom was of course going to be thankful for anything they could find. Catmint right about now would be a blessing but it was of course not so casually found, was this even the right season for it? He wasn't so sure. He held back a sigh as he tried to pull himself out of his thoughts by checking back on the rest of the cats with him, namely looking for his apprentice, Rainpaw. Once he was certain they were all still in tow and that he wasn't wandering off too far from the rest he would continue onwards, narrowing his eyes slightly when catching a glimpse of a few crows, had they been following them? He was sure he had seen them a few times now but he'd kept zoning it had become hard to tell if he was just imagining it or not. He shrugged and pushed on for now.

It wouldn't take too much longer thankfully before he came across the first herb he spotted for the day, marked by their familiar orange colouring and still somewhat holding onto their sweet scent that they held during new-leaf, Jinglemoon would approach the flowers but would sit beside them and wait for Rainpaw before collecting any, he was sure this would be a fairly easy one for her but wanted to quiz her anyways "Can you tell me what these are Rainpaw?"

OOC- Takes place after the July patrols announcement! (Before the gathering, but just after Wave has kitted, not at the same time as the hunting patrol as Frostmoth is on that as well!)
Tags; @Rainpaw @Hydrangeabloom @Frostmoth @lavenderpaw (If any others want to come with please let me know in my channel! #Dingos-doghouse ) @Galepaw (Cause u wanted to come as well <3 )

When rolling for herbs please feel free to post your results in the thread in my discord channel as well so I can more easily keep track of what's been found!
--> While searching for herbs, your patrol is descended upon by a flock of very resourceful crows! They have taken special interest in the herbs you and your patrol have gathered, and seem determined to either barter for shiny things or take them all for themselves!

Herb roll;
Coin Flip: Heads - Success
1d7 Roll: 2 - Aches
Herb Found - Marigold

 

[Galepaw Galepaw]

—————————————————— Rocked by an endless motion ✦

He had followed along with the herb patrol because how could he not? The pale tom had grown used to hovering quietly in the medicine cat den, large blue eyes watching what his sister and her mentor did with silent interest. Now his own mentor was stuck in the medicine cat den for even longer now, but this time with many more hungry little mouths that mewled incessantly, with paws that could barely support them and bodies that were far to small to bear. Galepaw had taken special interest in watching them, how they almost seemed to brainlessly clamber over another for food, fighting battles that they certainly couldn't voice quite yet. It was interesting to see nature at work already in how they begged for the warmth of their mother, how they fought weakly against anything that dared come inbetween them and their food.... how some seemed to fight harder than others....

Gale was here to simply assist in helping cats that could recover from their injuries have the resources to. He wasn't interested in the business of subverting fate like Rainpaw and Jinglemoon were—if it was their time, then who was he to get in the way of that? With luck, the kits would have many more sunny days ahead of them. Realistically, they didn't have all that many more. So it goes.

Galepaw drew away from the group quietly, nosing gently through the underbrush of some twisted plants with no real goal. He wasn't all that lucky when it came to finding herbs, so instead he found himself all but stumbling blindly through the weeds. The only real advantage he had was his wispy fur... on more than one occasion plants had gotten tangled up in it, and on the rare occasion they were useful. Almost as if on cue, it felt a gentle tugging on the fur around their paw, and he snuffled at it curiously—only to jolt back unhappily, his nose smarting from little hairs now stuck in the pink skin. The stinging was an unfamiliar uncomfortableness, and he found himself grumbling quietly as he carefully secured his teeth around the hollow stalk, pulling up with some considerable force to release it from the floor.

Satisfied, the tom padded over to Jingle. "Stinging nettle..." It muttered around a mouthful of plant, deciding instead to tuck the fuzzy herbs into the wild fur at the nape of his neck. It was nothing he couldn't wash out with a dive in the river, and it freed up his mouth and paws to go search for more herbs. They continued to walk alongside the medicine cat for just a moment, but the cawing of birds soon drew his attention. Crows... and quite a few by the sound of it. They were mischievous things to be sure, and it seemed to him this particular murder had an eye on the group. "Loud, aren't they?" He mused, glancing over at Jinglemoon and Rainpaw. The tom wasn't worried in the slightest, but those birds could definitely be a nuisance if he wasn't ready for them.

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

• 𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 3 - Broken Bones
  𖧧 Herb Found - Stinging Nettle
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  Galepaw
  ✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 8 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC

 

[Littlebrook Littlebrook]

There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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Littlebrook padded solemnly along, a thoughtful frown tugging at her features as her gaze swept over the undergrowth. Each pawstep was careful, deliberate—she was determined to find something, anything, that might help Jinglemoon.

There was so much resting on the medicine cat's shoulders now. Not only was young Wavesong nestled in the nursery with her newborns, exhausted and frightened, but another queen, one far more fragile... Had recently kitted as well. Worry gnawed at Littlebrook's heart like ice. One mother fading, another fraying beneath the weight of fear with sickly kits that they feared for. She had promised Wavesong when she moved into the nursery that she would watch over Galepaw. She would teach him what Wavesong could no longer show him from within those walls. But now more than ever, that promise felt heavier. More urgent.

Her turquoise eyes scanned the clearing again until, there. A patch of white caught her attention, a burst of daisy petals rising from the grass. Was that one of the herbs Jinglemoon had asked for? She wasn't sure, but it looked familiar, close enough to hope. With practiced care, she plucked the daisy by its base, tucking both leaves and flower into the longer fur around her neck, where it nestled safely between her shoulder blades. One success. Small, but still something. As her eyes drifted across the clearing, they landed on a familiar shape, Wavesong's apprentice, dutifully sniffing along the edge of the trail. Littlebrook watched them for a moment, her gaze softening. The young cat's diligence didn't go unnoticed.

With a quiet exhale, she gave a small, approving nod. " Helpful little thing. " she murmured to herself, then turned back to her search, quiet, steadfast, and unwilling to stop trying.

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𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
𖧧 1d7 Roll: 2 - Aches
𖧧 Herb Found - Daisy Leaf

 

[Hydrangeabloom Hydrangeabloom]

———————————— I can remember the feeling of being small. ✦

The young tom had been humming some lovely little tune to himself, trailing behind the rest of the herb patrol. He was pleased to have been selected to come along; he had been refining his woven baskets and was happy to make use of them. Though, of course, he had multiple reasons to be out here, hence lagging behind the rest of the group.

"Rush for bangles…. Wide flat leaves for baskets…. Ah-" His eyes glittered, a shell, glittering and iridescent, he held up the thing and saw it sparkle in the sun. It would be finicky, and he would have to be careful, but it could be well used in a necklace. Satisfied, he tucked it away in his basket; already, it was proving a good use of time.

Hydra trotted along, regrouping with his clanmates, though his gaze fell on a nearby flock of crows. He tilted his head curiously. "Noisy and nosy, I wonder what they've flocked here for." He placed his basket down, gaze following the shimmering birds as they hopped around, cawing with beady eyes staring back.

Usually, birds scattered at the sight of cats, but these critters were unfazed. An especially iridescent-looking fellow hopped closer, cawing as it tried to inspect Hydrangea's basket. "Hey, no- Careful with that." Like lightly scolding a kitten, he drew it away from the corvid. "Are crows normally this personable?" It wasn't as if he was the most familiar with birds, never taking much time to watch what they did, let alone their behaviours.

The grey and white tom padded away a few steps, side-eyeing the critters as he noticed some yellowish plants nearby. It took him a moment, but he hummed, recognising them from their weird, fuzzy sort of flowers. "Ragwort…" Hydra muttered, delicately plucking some of the plant, flowers and leaves in all, anything Jinglemoon couldn't use he would keep for himself.

He couldn't help but eye the birds, apprehensive of their weird fixation on his basket. Honestly, he didn't mind if they wanted the plants; he had left plenty where he plucked them from initially, but that basket took him a day's work of trial and error, and his paws still cramped trying to get the leaves to fit right.

————— Where does it go?

So fast and so slow? —————

• 𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 6 - Labor & Delivery and Kit Health
  𖧧 Herb Found - Ragwort Leaves
• 
  Hydrangea
  ✦—Riverclan Weaver | 18 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A white and blue-grey tabby with light blue eyes.
  #5f858e