PAFP Territory empty paws, empty promises ─〃HERB GATHERING PATROL

[Magpiemoon]

I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces

MAGPIEMOON

— medicine cat of shadowclan
He/They "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes. Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.

—TAGS

A light snowfall blankets the area in a crisp layer of white, and the air is filled with frozen flecks of moisture, Magpiemoon moves along with his assembled group of helpers swiftly to the last remaining patch of marigold he knows the location of with an eagerness. The pine trees have a thick covering of ice crystals hanging from their branches above him, looming like the maw of an open mouth and its teeth are the slender spikes of frost dangling high - it feels very much like he walks into death itself wobbling along on his uneven steps. The ground crunches underfoot as the snowflakes continue to blanket the area.

The sounds of the birds and small critters are quiet at this moment in time, the whole forest is holding its breath. Too early in the morning for even birdsong, but not late enough still for insects - not that he has heard many insects as of late with how cold it has gotten, he's sure they have all died out by this point. The only benefit of leafbare is the lack of buzzing flies and mosquitos the damp marshland often brings.
Disappointment dances across both eyes, violet slits narrow as he regards the barren patch of earth before the thick elm and he flicks his tail in irritation. The plant had probably died already, he should have expected as much but he had been wistfully hopeful; maybe even naively so. It would be a waste to have walked out here for no reason, he might as well make sure.

Magpiemoon digs at the ground as if maybe he can find the plant buried beneath the snow, his paws rocking against the edge of the tree as he does so with just enough force it dislodges the blanket of snow draped above him and it crashes down to bury him beneath its white embrace.
For a moment the world is quiet, still, the chill seeping in through his fur and he thrashes in a panic to escape his frozen prison with a curse, "Fox dung!"

Ooc- This is an open patrol, but please let at least two of the tagged prepicked members post first! @Frogheart & @Mothbite & @viscerapaw & @Jadethorn & @Amethystpaw
I'm using the Herb Scavenger Feel free to roll there and let me know what you collect!

 

[AmethystpawAmethystpaw's icon]

๋࣭ ⭑✶⋆.˚ AMETHYSTPAW ๋࣭ ⭑✶⋆.˚

meow

Amethystpaw follows after Magpiemoon, looking around for any kind of herb. Though the apprentice lacks any kind of knowledge of herbs, he still tries, hoping that maybe, somehow, the correct information will simply come to him. The cold pocosin floor numbs his paws and he strays from the group slightly - not only to cover more ground, but to also pick up his pace, hoping that might warm him up.

How any plants survive this cold, Amethystpaw doesn't know, but surely there must be some that do if Magpiemoon had gathered them to go with him. The dark apprentice looks around, making sure the patrol is in general vicinity of him and that he doesn't stray too far. There's not much around him but thorns and dry needles, neither of which he thinks are useful, quite the opposite in fact, sharp, ready to pierce the flesh of ones not careful enough.

As he walks, dragging his tail across the wet earth, something else catches his attention. A strange plant, but one he thinks he recognises. "Is this Belladonna?" he calls to Magpiemoon. "Is it any good?"

The only reason he's remembered the name is thanks to Crowpaw's mentor bearing the same name, but he can't recall whether it's useful or not. Either way, picking it up won't hurt, right? Amethystpaw lifts his paw, reaching towards the plant with the intention of plucking it out.

✧ OOC:

𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
𖧧 1d7 Roll: 5 - Poisons
𖧧 Herb Found - Deadly Nightshade