Open Event HEAVEN IS HERE [ ⏾⋆.˚ ] herb gathering

[SWALLOWBREEZE]

last night's celebration still rang in her ears, and swallowbreeze from last night knew she'd wake up to regret spending so much time engaging in festivities. their monthly celebrations were noticeably missed by the older generation, and the molly was grateful to finally be old enough to participate in them. still, she didn't expect to be so tired the morning after. the leaf-fall chill is a welcoming presence on her still–groggy face, her limbs slowly catching up into a more respectable trot through the territory.

she notices the familiar clearing, and shoulders past some dry foliage into her most popular herb spot. many plants sprout from the ground, swaying gently in the leaf-fall chill, some tempting to wilt before the first frost hits. swallowbreeze didn't touch this spot for awhile to allow plants enough time to grow, and there is enough to gather.

"we need to gather as much as we can... a lot of my plants will wither when leafbare hits. anything for illness will be the most useful." swallowbreeze shook her fur out and glanced at the ground. leaf litter decorated the clearing, and when she peered closer, noticed the familiar points of oak leaves. there's a lot, but only a few of these will be useful, she thinks as she sweeps her tail through the gathered bundle.

// welcome to one of skyclan's point gathering threads! this thread allows one character per roleplayer

For the Herb side, roll a 1d10! Anything over a six counts as a success. Please also roll a 1d44 to determine what type of herb you get, but do not worry about the result, our medicine cat will log everything.
5 - small bundle (1 point)
6 - small bundle (1 point)
7 - medium bundle (2 point)
8 - medium bundle (2 points)
9 - big bundle (3 points)
10 - big bundle (3 points)

Prompts:
1. This herb seems browned from the cold... Could Swallowbreeze still use it?
2. A rabbit is eating a patch of herbs! Quick, try to save them! Roll a 1d10...
3. This is a huge patch of herbs! Quick, collect as many as you can!
4. Someone just stole an herb!!
5. Wonder if Swallowbreeze has any crushes, and why can't she have a mate? Maybe she'll tell us…
6. Hanging out with the Medicine Cat can make anyone feel psychological. Do you miss anyone? Would they be proud?
7. Take a break for a moment to appreciate the nature around you, it won't be like this for awhile since leafbare is soon.

 

[TAWNYBEAM]

Unlike Swallowbreeze, Tawnybeam does not feel the consequences of last night's celebration. They will surely catch up with him soon—and do so in an amplified manner—but for the time being, he is perfectly content with the outing. Stormcrow and Flowercloud's hunting parties had sounded interesting too, but Tawnybeam doesn't often get to spend time with Swallowbreeze. He would loathe to only see and interact with the medicine cat whenever he is in need of medical assistance. That might be her job, but he doesn't want her heart to twist when seeing his face, bracing for new injuries or a runny nose.

He regards the forest around him with something akin to deepest respect. It's odd; he usually reserves those feelings to authority or formidable foes. Now, surrounded by his Clanmates who are hoping to achieve the same goal as Swallowbreeze, he can only feel sentimental. The celebration had truly made his mindset shift for the day.

"What's the verdict, miss Swallowbreeze?"

Tawnybeam asks, voice sounding faraway. He doesn't intrude on the patch of herbs that she had found.. lest he tramples it all on accident. Instead his gaze remains fixed on their surroundings.

"Is our new territory better suited for sturdy herbs than the gorge had been?"

Tawnybeam ought to focus on the task at paw. It's equally as important as feeding one's belly... but the forest of SkyClan has captivated him. These trees have been standing for years upon years, way before the Clan had been forced to leave their home in search of something new. Does the forest regard the cats inhabiting it kindly?

Rolled a 2, FAILURE.
PROMPT SEVEN

 

[Ptarmiganpaw Ptarmiganpaw]

A crackly purr rumbled from Ptarmiganpaw's maw as she padded along with the patrol, strumbling wide strides to keep caight up with the warriors as she looked up with a glittering gaze. They had promised to be the best bodyguards they could for Swallowbreeze, so that meant for her first herb patrol since Ptarmigan was apprenticed, she had to come along!

Much to her joy, Tawnybeam too was coming along. Of all the warriors, he had become the one she looked up to most. He was kind and strong and trusted by Hawkstar, so it only made sense that he also joined the herb patrol! It was nice, comforting even. She had worked herself up at the realisation she was the king's loyal protégé now, but even if that was a lot of pressure on a rather nervous little apprentice, a herb patrol was a surprisingly natural environment for her to end up with. And surrounded by cats, she trusted meant she was far more relaxed than most of the clan saw her.

The tiny sealpoint apprentice padded ahead, eyes glittering with the sheer amount of herbs Swallowbreeze had found. For a moment, she fell into old ways, immediately her mind casting back to the colony. How much would this pay off her debt and more! She took a pause, face scrunching as she shook her head. Like a sour taste, she cast the thought aside. Instead, she peered up to Tawnybeam with a grin. "W-well, I never saw the gorge, but I've never seen this many herbs ever! Ever ever!" The young apprentice chirped, face alight with a grin as her tail swept the floor.

Without much else, she padded forward into the great mass of herbs, breathing the scent. She didn't quite know what herbs they were, but she was happy to help Miss Swallowbreeze! They dipped their head and tilted a little, collecting as many stems between their jaws as they could. The upside of being little meant that even with all their might, filling their maw with herbs, they wouldn't take more than the little meadow could handle! Once she was sure she closed as many as she could, Ptarmiganpaw planted her paws and, with all her might, pulled back on the stems.

And with all her might, Ptarmiganpaw stumbled backwards, now with a mawful of herbs. Even so, it was evident that her lips curled at the corners as she looked up to Swallowbreeze and Tawnybeam. "Luhk hohw mutsch I gawht!" The apprentice purred, utterly muffled behind the sheer amount of herbs she had managed to collect in one fell swoop. Which, in the grand scheme, wasn't an impossibly huge amount, but for a brand-new apprentice, she was utterly impressed with her haul.

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Herb amount roll (1d10) -> Rolled a 9 - big bundle (3 points)
Herb type (1d44) -> Rolled a 7
Prompt 3: This is a huge patch of herbs! Quick, collect as many as you can!

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PTARMIGANPAW They/She/He, Skyclan Apprentice, 6 moons old.
A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
mentored by Hawkstar // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / parent to none / mated to none
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Quailstep Quailstep]

QUAILSTEP
SHE/THEY
38 MOONS
SKYCLAN SUN GUARD
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

It wasn't often that Quailstep found herself out with their medicine cat on patrol - not by any particular choice, but by pure happenstance. As it was, the sun guard wasn't exactly... familiar with what plants made medicine and which didn't, so her gaze darted from cat to cat on their patrol, trying to make mental note of the different plants each of them picked up.

Quailstep padded a little ways away, giving Tawnybeam a smile as he queried the difference between old and new territories for herb gathering. Ptarmiganpaw seemed to have found a nice patch, only furthering her resolve to find something to bring back.

Her nose caught a slightly familiar scent- she nosed into the dying growth to find a bit of herb amongst the dead foliage. Not much, but it could likely help. They snipped the stems with their teeth and trotted back to the rest of the patrol.

"Not much," she mewed around the herbs. "But I hope this helps."

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OOC: Rolled a 5 - small bundle of herbs.
Herb type: 10
Using prompt 1 - This herb seems browned from the cold... Could Swallowbreeze still use it?

 

[SWALLOWBREEZE]

tawnybeam calls out to her, and the healer lifts her head to the tom standing wistfully in the clearing. the winds of early leafbare tug at the ends of his fur, and her eyes flicker downwards to a small patch of herbs by his paws.

"um..." she begins, taking a moment to think about her answer. her training was spent pointing out herbs as they walked past them, and plucking the occasional flower from a twoleg garden. but, in her times bugging tigerfoot while he worked with meadowlark, she couldn't recall either of them complaining about the stocks— although that was possibly due to a kitten clambering around their paws.

"yes, i believe so." swallowbreeze concludes. "healers don't have to climb a bunch of rocks to get to a twoleg's garden, that's for sure." it wasn't something she utilized all the time, but maybe now that it's cold, she might give it a chance.

her attention quickly shifts to the herbs in ptarmiganpaw's jaw. the molly's eyes widen, very impressed at the new apprentice's hoard. she wonders if this is a result of their life in their old medicine focused colony, or pure luck for a first outing. "wow! look at those– great job, ptarmiganpaw!" she purrs, tail swaying eagerly behind her.

so far, the apprentice has everyone beaten for herbs gathered... it wasn't a contest, swallowbreeze knows, but the sealpoint looked so proud. the healer inspects the tiny, half–dried herb quailstep brings her, gently prodding it and tilting her head. "it's useable... just might taste weird to whoever gets it."

 

[CHEWINGPAW CHEWINGPAW]

Wolfish nose twitched as Chewingpaw trawled after Swallowbreeze's patrol, almost in the manner of a lone beast trailing behind a herd of herbivores. Her keen snout had been used to sniff out morsels of bloodied meat, but never for plants. Not that it would be hard, as the one thing that Chewingpaw remembered of medicinal herbs was their pungent scent. Utterly revolting, but incredibly notable through a world swirling in warm tones of flesh and fear. At Swallowbreeze's behest, the large and coarse-coated molly set off in search of any verdancy that remained within the stark-white surroundings, as if searching for vividity on a blanched cloth laid out plainly. They wandered along the long shadows of the pines, glaring at the needles that lie gently beneath smatterings of softly-freckled snow. For a moment, she wondered if she could scale the bark-skin and pluck the sharp blades from upon the lilting boughs... though she figured that the medicine cat had enough sense to know it was something she could not use. So, she continued forth upon her trek, leaving naught but bear-like footprints behind. Eventually, she happened upon a sprig of green against the backdrop of a snowdrift, as though the ivory hue staunched the flow of any other color. Chewingpaw trotted forth and quickly nipped it where it departed gently from the white, muzzle wrinkling as its scent (muted as it was) wafted into her nostrils. Regardless, the onyx-coated apprentice ambled back to where Swallowbreeze stood.

"Here." Chewingpaw muttered as she set the stems besides the fawn lynx point she-cat. Molten yellow gaze seemed to bleed into what little yield she had gathered, consternation fluttering onto knitted eyebrows. If I told the cats at the ring that this is what I'd be doing... They'd laugh. Everyone would laugh. Even the stupid, mangy dogs. Still, she knew it would be of some use to the medicine cat, even if it seemed like such small fruit for the oncoming harsh season...

UNADULTERATED HATRED, RISING OUT, OH HELL

I'LL EMBRACE IT, SO I'LL HATE IT

• OOC. Rolled an 8! Yahoo, a medium bundle! Aaaand also rolled a 9 for herb type
  
  Prompt 6: "Hanging out with the Medicine Cat can make anyone feel psychological. Do you miss anyone? Would they be proud?"
• 

• CHEWINGPAW & SHE/THEY & 13 MOONS

  
  —— Apprentice of Skyclan / Mentored by Wolfstare
  —— A thin, gauntly-crafted black roan Lykoi molly. She has long, batlike ears and piercing, yellow eyes. Due to her partial hairlessness, she cannot go into the direct sunlight for more than an hour, and her darkened exposed skin is a result of prior exposure. Blessed with wildcat blood, Chewingpaw stands much higher than her peers.
  —— Judgmental and harsh, Chewingpaw is a hard feline to get used to. She has a quick temper and comes off as plainly selfish and catty. Behind her thorny exterior lies a self-loathing and mentally unstable girl. Her insecurities are greatly heightened by the fact that she joined Skyclan as an apprentice, as well as the fact that she has had to be held back from warriorhood.
  —— Chewingpaw's character contains themes of a traumatic past, including animal abuse and parental abuse. She can hold incharitable opinions of those around her, whether internally or externally. PLEASE be cautious when interacting with her if you are sensitive to these topics!
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

 

[Quailstep Quailstep]

QUAILSTEP
SHE/THEY
38 MOONS
SKYCLAN SUN GUARD
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Quailstep sheepishly flattened her ears as she presented the scrawny, browned herb to their medicine cat. It wouldn't do to send the patrol home with such a measly offering!

"I'll go look for more," she resolved aloud, dipping her head to Swallowbreeze. Their pawsteps were light as she padded through the pines, opening her mouth to scent for herbs.

Pungent, earthy scents surrounded her, and for a bit, she was overwhelmed, until her senses latched on to something fresh. There we go. They padded closer and sniffed deeply of the patch of herbs, fetching a decently-sized bundle of the herb to take back. This would be a much better offering to the Clan.

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OOC: Rolled a medium bundle of herb 34!