Open Territory WC I bet there's a version where we're happier || ...Herb Patrol..?

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

{$title} Honeyflower snuck out of camp in an effort to try and find herbs for her clanmates, but unfortunately seems to have trapped herself in the process :c

Slow Down, Just Breathe

Honeyflower's paws were unbelievably restless. She was beginning to feel better, somewhat. And with that came more energy, more time spent awake rather than asleep. ...More hours spent staring at the ceiling of the medicine den with her kits curled up asleep against her.

They were sleeping, now. Whether it was from genuine tiredness or their various issues was beyond the mother. Still, it made her heart ache knowing that there was nothing she could do to help them. Not on her own, at least. Dimmingsun and Meadowpaw were doing all they could, of course. But with the lack of herbs-

Honeyflower frowned in thought, tail twitching. Had anyone been able to go on herb patrols since the flood..? Or did everyone have their paws full with the rebuilding efforts? Her very being itched with the urge to DO. To help. There was no way she could help with rebuilding or digging the trenches Weaselchirp had suggested. But perhaps she could search for herbs..? That hardly required much effort, most likely. Far less than digging in the tunnels or moving debris, she assumed.

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It was a wonder the molly had managed to slip out of camp unnoticed. Or perhaps she had been seen but her clanmates were too engrossed in their tasks to realize? It didn't matter.

The moors still looked rather pitiful, after all this time. The grasses were flattened if not outright uprooted and strewn about. The ground she walked on was more slippery mud than anything actually solid her claws could get a grip on.

"Stars..."

A single storm had done all this? Was there even anything left to find or had the storms washed all the herbs away? She shook her head. No. No there had to be something still here. For her kits. For her other clanmates. To lessen the load on Dimming and Meadow's shoulders...

Crossing the muddy terrain took far more energy and effort than she anticipated, and it wasn't long before Honeyflower was wheezing after climbing what felt like a particularly steep hill. She almost debated turning back around but something colorful amongst the mud below caught her eye and her pace quickened. Some kind of berries? Were they useful? It was hard to tell at this distance...

Paws slid down the incline, splashing mud around her already dirty legs. There. Dark berries, clinging to spiky leaves on a bush that had been half uprooted from the floodwaters. Most of them seemed to have washed away, but there were a few still left. The berries had been in the medicine den before, she was sure she'd smelled them before.

Carefully gathering up what she could between her paws, the gale guard turned her gaze upward with a frown, ears flat to her skull. How... was she going to climb back up with these..? It had been so steep she'd slid down rather the ditch than actually walking. Panic creeped in as the realization dawned on her just how stupid she had been...

"H-HELP..!" The shout sent the calico into a coughing fit, then she sat, wheezing. What was the point of finding these herbs if she couldn't even get back to camp with them..?

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All We Have Is All We Need

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Honeyflower

✿—Gale Guard Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
#a4e1ba

𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
𖧧 1d7 Roll: 2 - Aches
𖧧 Herb Found - Juniper Berries

//tagging @sassafraschill but no need to wait!

 

[Ripplemist]

RIPPLEMIST
HE/HIM
42 MOONS
WINDCLAN MOOR-RUNNER
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | SPRIGHTLY | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

All that business with the storm had left the moor-runner pretty restless. He'd been helpful, of course, and he'd done all he could to rebuild now that they were back at their camp. However, he had missed the rush of wind in his fur, the scent of a breeze and the gorse, the rapid thudding of paws on ground. He wanted to run.

Luckily, things were starting to go back to somewhat normal, so Ripplemist had slipped out of camp to take a tour about the territory on his own. His feet practically flew over the grasses, laughing as the wind flowed alongside him. This was what life was all about - freedom and the great expanse of WindClan territory. He couldn't fathom his sister's decision to spend so much time down in the dirt!

He skidded to a stop as his ears picked up on a cry for help. A pretty familiar one too... that sounded like Honeyflower! Why was she out here on her own? He raced towards the sound, slowing as the terrain gave way to a downward slope - seems like there was a ravine. He peeked over the edge, his eyes widening at the sight of the Gale Guard.

"Well gee, Honeyflower! What're you doin' down there?"

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[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp burst from the earth like a muddy little comet, whiskers quivering, fur caked, eyes blown wide with undisguised delight. Another tunnel connected! Another path secured! Her cave system was turning into a masterpiece, a slightly chaotic, sprawling masterpiece, but hers all the same. Or theirs, she supposed... She could not wait for the final touches and the debris to be fully cleared out. To strengthen the walls further and to--

Voices? Voices. She concluded. Familiar voices, indeed.

Her ears perked, swiveling like startled birds as she rose halfway out of the tunnel entrance. The mud clung to her like damp leaves, but she hardly noticed, excitement always won out over cleanliness. The chatter drifting across the clearing tugged at her heart before her paws even started moving. Ripple. That was Ripple's voice. And another, Honeyflower. Weaselchirp's tail curled with curiosity. Whatever they were up to, she simply had to know. With a delighted little chirrup, she bounced fully out of the tunnel, paws squelching in the mud, and hurried toward the sound, her whiskers vibrating with anticipation.

She pranced toward the familiar voices, only pausing when she skidded to a halt beside Ripple. Her purr rumbled deep, loud enough that the dirt probably vibrated. " Ripple, touching the wind once more, are you? " she chirped proudly, bumping her head against his shoulder. But then her eyes snapped downward, comically fast, widening further when she spotted Honeyflower below on the muddy slope. " Oh dear... " Weaselchirp breathed, leaning dangerously far over the edge like she might simply tip forward. " Honey love... What are you doing all the way down there? You've only just been sick, you silly sweet thing! " Her tail lashed once with fretful energy. " Slopes like that are very slippery when the rain turns everything to mush. Didn't you know? " she questioned, confusion riddling her face. She meant no ill with the words she spoke.

She sniffed, eyes scanning the slope, brain whirring. " Wait. No, no, we can help! Yes, yes, we can help! " She spun to Ripple, eyes sparkling, mud sloughing off her flanks with the enthusiasm of the movement. " Ideas, little brother? " she asked brightly. " We can find a branch, or root, or perhaps I can climb down and shove her up? You're fast, maybe you can circle around the back and find a better angle? Hm, hm! " Her gaze darted back down to Honeyflower.

" Don't you fret, Honey! We'll have you back on safe ground in just a shake of a whisker! "

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[sassafraschill]

SASSAFRASCHILL, 35 moons / windclan moor-runner
a pale blue tabby with scraggly fur and a large shoulder scar
sister to honey, mate and parent to none
a scrappy cowboy who feels he has something to prove. stupidly stubborn with hotheaded tendencies.
Tagging person here

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Sassafraschill may have been the more bullheaded of their litter, acting without minimal thinking, but he at least could see a death trap when it looked him in the face. "... Honey..." The Moor Runner mumbled under his breath as he looked at what Ripplemist had found. Of course she couldn't have just stayed at home and let her strength regain itself. Of course she had to meander about to feel something other than being a lump in the moss, but did she have to go so far as to slide into the muck? For some berries?

Sass was more than willing to leave the flower picking to Meadowpaw and Dimmingsun. He wasn't gentle enough to pluck leaves from stems without outright tearing and shredding it first. His claws, though quick and agile, were too rushed in movement to preserve the likes of petals and berries. They were good for slashing through flesh, prey and predator alike. Tearing through the grasses to race rabbits down the slopes. Of course, Ripplemist's sister had to emerge like a gopher from the ground, speaking every thought that came from her head, surely.

Sassafras shrugged off Weasel's chatter to clamber down the slope himself to his sister's side. "I'm shovin' yer hide up there, 'nd those two'er gonna pull ya th'rest the way. Got it?" He doesn't give Honeyflower a chance to respond, before he ducked his head down to hoist her over his shoulders.

 

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

Oh dear, she may have called for help, but now she felt embarrassed about it once said help arrived. Ears went flat as Ripplemist and then Weaselchirp both peered over the edge. Weasel meant no harm with her words of course, but still Honeyflower felt her face heat up.

"I-I was looking for herbs... I know I've seen these berries in the med den before so I thought..." The words died in her throat briefly as her brother appeared, the embarrassment only increasing.

Muddy paws shuffled slightly as Sassafras slid down to meet her, frown on her face as she stared at the juniper berries between them. "I thought maybe they could help Bunnykit or Lotuskit..." It's a hoarse whisper, green eyes searching his face for a second for some sort of understanding before she's shoved forward and uphill.

The struggle to climb uphill here feels harder than the one before when she'd first slipped out of camp, perhaps it was simply because there was an urgency to it now. Now that she'd found berries she was sure might be helpful for her kits. She couldn't quite reach the two siblings and her movements became more frantic. Freedom was so close, yet so far. "Weasel! Ripple-!"

Perhaps once they got her out she could convince one of them to get the berries in her stead. Surely one of them would have an easier time of it..? Or maybe she'd telling Dimmingsun about the berries... Either way she was determined for them to cone into camp one way or another.

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All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honeyflower

✿—Gale Guard Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
#a4e1ba

 

[Ripplemist]

RIPPLEMIST
HE/HIM
42 MOONS
WINDCLAN MOOR-RUNNER
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | SPRIGHTLY | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Ripplemist flicked his tail in the affirmative to both his sister and Sassafrasschill.

"Heard and answered!" he mewed down, readying himself at the edge of the dip. "C'mon Honeyflower, we'll getcha back out to help those little kits!" As the Gale Guard was pushed up the slope, Ripplemist leaned down with his sister, fastening his teeth gently into Honeyflower's scruff.

"Gotcha Miss Honey!" he said, muffled by her fur. "Just a lil' further!" He pulled with all his might, hoping to get her up and out with not much issue.

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