Open Backwritten Territory ShadowClan im a loser baby so why dont you kill me? ☾.⭒ — herb search

[Stoatpaw Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

She had left camp with the chill of the night beginning to cling to the air, even if Sablestar wasn't taking her out for training, she would find something useful to do. Even if her paws felt heavy with every step, not sure what to do. Maybe hunt? She knew she needed to practise her sneaking and being more aware of her steps, she needed something that would correct her if she mistepped ...

Though her aimless thoughts were interrupted as her eyes happened on some pretty, round golden flowers. She didn't know what it was but it had a rich scent that managed to barely tug a smile from her face. Tenderly she plucked some. Maybe a little flower picking to brighten her spirits wouldnt hurt between hunting, seeing her nest bright again after letting all her flowers wilt away in her slump would be nice. The smile didnt stay for long after she tucked the sprigs and leaves into her tail, just like she'd learned from Cicadabuzz.

Stoatpaw carried on, the rich scent of the pocosin filling her lungs as she kept her breath steady, trying to keep aware of her surroundings. Though her fur bristled as something moved in her periphery. for a moment fear darted through her chest, had someone made it onto the territory. She held her breath, for just a moment, before her eyes adjusted and a sigh slpped from her lips.

"You're still out here, Flea?" She wondered aloud, padding towards her cinnamon pelted friend, happening upon her herb pile. "You've been doing well... Here-" She removed the flowers from her tail and delicately placed them over to the pile for Cicadabuzz, she didn't really want to help the medicine cat after the heist and the grief it had caused her, but she would always help her friend in a heartbeat. "They were gonna be for my nest but I'd rather help you get out of your debt." Stoatpaw chuckled dryly, she would find more flowers, or maybe she'd wait another night to get more, she could live with her nest being drab for a little while longer if it meant helping Flea.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• 𖧧 1d3 Roll: 2 - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 1 - Wound & Infection
  𖧧 Herb Found - Marigold
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  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 8 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[Fleapaw]

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Fleapaw shifted upright, ears flicking to attention. She blinked in surprise, expecting Tickpaw but instead she came face to a white pelt. Since returning from RiverClan she hadn't been acting right… or well, maybe even before that.

"Well as can be, TIck—" She drawled, flashing a tired smirk which faltered just a little as Stoatpaw placed the flowers. Fleapaw blinked, staring for a moment as the soft orange blooms were set gently onto the stack. "What? Nah Stoat, you didn't have to..." But she trailed off, torn somewhere between gratitude and guilt. Fuck, it felt like she'd already spent years under that dumb bugs paw. She did get free of her debt, but...

It was bad enough that her brother wanted to waste time helping her. Time that he could be using to train or do stuff he wanted to do. Instead, he was out here digging up herb crap with her. Stoatpaw seemed to have enough on her plate as it was, but Fleapaw didn't have the heart to reject what'd been given. She turned her head, teeth briefly chewing the inside of her cheek before she sighed and gave her friend a grateful nudge.

Suddenly, her expression shifted—tinged with a spark of mischief. "Actually—hold up. I got something for you, too." Fleapaw turned and sifted through the pile, pawing around until she came upon the delicate, white-stemmed flower she'd nabbed earlier. Fleapaw stripped off a smaller piece from the main stem and nudged it.

"Look at this one! Pretty, yeah? Smells weird but it's got that whole mysterious beauty thing goin on that totally reminds me of you." The floppy-eared nudged the blooms forward. She hoped that Stoatpaw would like them. Hell, she'd give up the whole bushel if it'd get her friend to feel better... "Wanna put some in your fur?"

Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked

FLEAPAW

9 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Until we close our eyes for good

 

[Tickpaw Tickpaw]

When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the paws of the Stars"

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Tickpaw gave Fleapaw a soft smile, orange eyes warm with quiet promise. " I help you search for herbs... " he said, his voice steady. " Part of your debt is because when I joined, I was pretty sick. You looked out for me then, I owe you this much. " He nudged her shoulder gently before turning away, tail flicking as he sauntered off into the underbrush. His eyes scanned the plants carefully, ears twitching with hope. Suddenly, his gaze landed on a cluster of delicate, white petals nestled among the green leaves. Daisy leaf. A small, victorious grin spread across his face. This could help. Gently tucking the daisy leaf into his bushy tail, he breathed a sigh of relief.

With new energy, Tickpaw continued his search, stepping lightly and determined to find more. Fleapaw was not the menace people described her as, she was his sister whom he loved dearly... And as brother, he found it his duty to help wherever he could. Even if it meant knowledge of herbs was a thing... He didn't know everything, but... enough to help.



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Rolled ad3: 2 succes
Found a Daisy leaf

 

[Tickpaw Tickpaw]

When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the paws of the Stars"

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Then, he spotted something else, a strange, curled leaf that looked promising. His heart quickened as he bent down to examine it, brushing dirt aside with his muzzle. But after a closer sniff and a tentative bite, his excitement faded. It was nothing useful, just a dead, brittle leaf that crumbled too easily.

He pulled back, muzzle stained with dirt from the quick search, and let out a frustrated sigh. Still, he wasn't about to give up yet. There had to be more.

Lashing his tail twice, he searched around for a second before finally deciding a direction, ears perked as he started moving that way, orange hues narrowing a bit. He had been lucky with the daisy leaf... Surely he could be lucky again.


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Rolled d3: 1 failure
Nothing

 

[Tickpaw Tickpaw]

When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the paws of the Stars"

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Tickpaw's eyes lit up again as he spotted something promising, a bright green cluster of leaves peeking out from under a bush. With cautious hope, he padded over and began to nudge the foliage aside, his muzzle inching closer. But suddenly, he froze. Tiny, prickly burrs had latched onto his fur, snagging fast with every movement. He tried to shake them off, but only ended up with more tangled in his thick coat.

With a resigned sigh, Tickpaw gave up the fight and trotted back toward the place where he left Flea, muzzle streaked with dirt and now dotted with burrs. He spotted Fleapaw and to his surprise Stoatpaw too.

Flustered, Tickpaw bent down to wipe some dirt from his whiskers, his tail flicking awkwardly as he struggled to clean his muzzle. Stoatpaw caught his eye, and he couldn't help but grin softly at her. " Hey, hello Stoat those uh... Those flowers would look very pretty on you. "

Turning to Fleapaw, he cleared his throat pretending that he totally had not been caught off guard by Stoatpaw's presence. " I found something else for you. " He carefully held up a fresh sprig of daisy leaf, pride sparkling in his amber eyes.

" This should help. "



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Rolled d3: 3 failure
Found nothing

 

[Stoatpaw Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

Stoatpaw had left camp with the intention to go train more, but with the simple gesture of the pretty, delicate little white flowers shown to her by Fleapaw, she had to smile. It was small, but warm. She looked back to her friend with that smile still knit on her face, nodding. "...That'd be nice." She hummed, lightly.

The two sat there for a short while, gently lacing her fur with the bitter-scented but lovely-looking flowers. It was ironic, they reminded Stoat a little bit of herself; gentle and flighty looking, but far from perfect. It didn't take long for her fur and tail to have tiny white flowers spattered amidst her white fur; they were just bright enough to stand out against her pelt, and she couldn't help but grin about it. The first time in days, it seemed like. "Thank you, Flea." She purred, gently headbutting her friend gratefully. It was always a small joy enjoying the flowers; she had adorned her pelt with them before, but it was much more delightful with her best friend helping too.

Though she noticed Flea's gaze drifting away for just a moment, she turned to see that Tickpaw was here too. "Oh, hi Tick!" She smiled. For just a moment, it seemed her upset melted away in the presence of the cats she held so dearly. She looked curiously as her friend offered her something, a shiny green sprig, smooth and flat. Stoatpaw took a moment to admire the delicate little thing before tenderly tucking it behind her ear, a nice little pop of colour against her pelt. Finally, her smile reached her eyes, and she stood up and affectionately headbutted Tickpaw too.

"Thank you!" Her eyes glittered, entirely distracted from what had even led her out of camp; instead, for just a moment, she seemed okay again. Though she looked at the huge pile of herbs that had been accumulated, she looked at Fleapaw with a tilt of the head. "It's getting kinda late now, do you want some help bringing these back to camp?"

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• 
  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 8 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
  #96d5f1/#50BBF0
  
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​