Camp LIKE SUGAR ON MY TONGUE [ bingo free space | herbs! ]

[serpentberry serpentberry]

[ this is after the recent skirmish but before... aheemp aheemp.... yk... ]
[ for a little fun, use the site's herb scavenger!! just remember to set it to thunderclan :) ]

Serpentberry doesn't like enlisting just any ThunderClan cat to help retrieve herbs from across the territory - but she also doesn't like treating idiots who've started unnecessary fights. It's still difficult to say who truly won the skirmish, but the medicine cat feels as if she can say that if it's their victory, it was a rotten one. Too many cats got injured for it to have been worth it. In any case, the molly sent out any and all ThunderClanners she could to find whatever they thought useful or viable. It's only now that they seem to trickle back in with whatever they've retrieved.

For the ones that are injured... "Do me a favor, dear, and make sure you're pulling the leaves off of the stems, and not shredding them altogether...!" they are left with preparing their own herb bundles (or helping one another in the activity.) Serpentberry does well enough to supply each cat with what they may need, and even goes as far as to instruct them how to apply it. But all the chewing to make salves? That's on them now, as she isn't in the business of making her own jaw sore. And if they can't do it right... well, she hopes StarClan can welcome them with open arms.

 

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

There was a quiet shame shrouding the oversized apprentice, stooped over a pile of cob nuts he'd been given charge of cracking. The grey tom curled about himself a few tails' length from where Serpentberry paraded about, talking down at them all with narrowed eyes. He could understand on one paw, just how many of the herb stocks had been used in the battle, how so many of the clan had to be called to arms to help replenish the stocks; but on the other, Skyclan had attacked them first, were they to run with their tails between their legs? Was he meant to leave his own mother to fight against brutes who would have laid her to rest before her own kin?

He did not make his frustrations known; he knew better than to talk back to Serpentberry. She was the one telling him how to treat his wounds. But even so, as the apprentice stooped down to pick up a cob nut in his powerful jaws, between his tusks and teeth, he managed to effortlessly crack the shell as the white flesh of the nut rolled to the floor between his paws. He had to wince, the dull ache of the claw mark salved over on his cheek, only a breath away from clean taking his eye out. Boarpaw had never been in a true fight; it was only proof he wasn't ready to be a warrior, not like Shimmerstone. He would have to train harder to match his dearest friend.

Thought, Boarpaw cringed visibly, the sharp edges of the cob nut shell scratching at the inside of his maw painfully. He spluttered as the remnants fell from his maw, looking down at the things with exhaustion. He'd been given the cob nuts to crack for his strength, but admittedly, the apprentice was already sick of it. Exhaustion and pain tugged at his form, wanting nothing more than to curl up and sleep away the day. The apprentice's gaze flickered about, settling on a nearby rock.

A too many-clawed paw reached for the thing; the upside of too many toes seemed to be that the apprentice had an uncanny ability to grasp things in his paws. While the rock was sharp, hard to keep steady, with a swing of the paw, he cracked it down on a cob nut, the thing splitting open with ease. But, even so, it stung his paw the rough edges of the rocks, and looking down at his pile of work to finish, only now did Boarpaw start to regret his part in the fight....

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

• 𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 1 - Wound & Infection
  𖧧 Herb Found - Cob Nuts
  
  Open to interactions!!! He's malding about cracking the cob nuts someone keeps him company
• 
  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 10 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #AFBCC1

 

[Fawnkit]

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┍

Fawnkit had never seen so many injured cats at once. Sure, sometimes accidents happened or an argument ensued, but nothing at this scale. So many of her clanmates had been tasked with scavenging for herbs and she felt an itch to help - not particularly because she felt like helping out, but she wanted to look for things too! Unfortunately, she was not permitted to leave camp on her own.

What was it the cats were looking for anyway? Herbs? Did that mean flowers? Fawnkit wasn't sure what help flowers really were, besides being pretty and smelling nice, but she wasn't about to question the grumpy medicine cat. If it was flowers the healer wanted, flowers she would provide! There was a patch of weeds growing behind the nursery - dandelions, if she remembered correctly - in the shade where rarely anyone ever looked, with pretty yellow flowers. She hoped some of the injured warriors would appreciate it, for the bloom shone like the sun, reminding her of its warmth.

Trotting happily with her tail high, she made her way to the back of the nursery, and sure enough, the weed was still there - jagged leaves and a fluffy yellow flower, just as she remembered. She tried to claw it out, but it wasn't working, so Fawnkit stooped low and attempted to grab the weed with her mouth. She immediatelly stuck out her tongue and spat out in disgust - the weed was so yucky! It tasted bitter and made her teeth sticky. Fawnkit started to reconsider her plan, for the taste made her want to go wash her tongue in a puddle and abandon this quest altogether. But then she recalled the medicine cat's scornful gaze and she braced herself for the taste, as she reached to grab the weed once more.

Fawnkit was successful in picking the flower up, but she felt disgusting - her ears drooped and nose scrunched, as she made her way back to the medicine cat den and almost spit out the plant multiple times on her way there, the taste making her gag. Finally at the entrance to the den, she half dropped the plant, half spat it out. "Here you go Serpentberry... hopefully this flower is still pretty enough, though it tastes awful!" She quickly turned around and ran back into the nursery, before anyone could give her another, gross task. This was enough for one day!

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[brindlefeather's icon brindlefeather brindlefeather]

BRINDLEFEATHER ──

thunderclan | forager​

Padding into camp, Brindlefeather carries a clump of yellowish-green weeds, nodding politely as he weaves around the small crowd of wounded cats. Stopping in front of Serpentberry, he gently lays it on the ground near her paws.
"I found these near the RiverClan border," he explains. "It's ragweed, I'm pretty sure… hopefully you'll have a use for it." He honestly can't remember for the life of him what ragweed actually does, but he knows he's seen it amongst the herb storage in the medicine den before, so he'd grabbed it as soon as he saw some growing near the river.

Worriedly, he glances back out at those who'd fought against SkyClan; Brindlefeather loathed violence, having personally sworn off of it unless he or his loved one's lives were on the line. On one paw, he knew it was foolish of them, especially Owlbark since he'd insisted on leading the border patrol; he didn't think any less of the deputy for that, but it was common knowledge that SkyClan hated him specifically because of the warrior he'd slain for trespassing (he had thoughts about that too, but he'd rather keep them to himself…). Would they have been less likely to pick a fight, had Owlbark not been there?
On the other paw, it had been SkyClan who'd started the fight at the border; not only that, but many of those who'd left camp to run to their aid had been cats wishing to protect their Clanmates, or even family members… his almond eyes flick to Boarpaw, who is tiredly cracking the shells of cob nuts. His mother had been on that patrol… Brindlefeather could respect his need to protect his family, at least.

He pushes his thoughts aside for now - dwelling on it won't reverse what happened. Padding up to the dark-furred apprentice, he offers a patient smile as he lays next to him, draping the tip of his tail atop the younger cat's shoulder in an act of gentleness.
"How are you holding up, Boarpaw?" he asks. "That was your first time in battle, wasn't it?"

maybe we'll turn it all around 'cuz it's not too late

it's never too late

• ooc: 𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 7 - Travel
  𖧧 Herb Found - Ragweed
  
  speaking briefly to @serpentberry / approaching @Boarpaw
• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

Tired blue eyes dragged up from his dreary little task to notice Brindlefeather had joined him, a sympathetic smile laced on the maw of the friendly tom. He met the warrior with a watery smile of his own, pawing absently at the stone underpaw as he struggled to maintain the line of sight. Usually, a little sympathy was enough to soothe the itching discomfort under his pelt, but this time? It seemed to just drive the sensation to something impossible to stifile. Like he was seen as weak - and, well, maybe it wasn't a wrong assumption... Just the thought made the oversized apprentice droop visibly.

He let out a dry laugh, adjusting himself a little to continue cracking open the cob nuts as he entertained the kindly warriors' conversation. "Y-yeah, it was..." Crunch, the sound of the dull thunk of the rock against the hard shell, soft flesh peeking from beneath the hardened shell, picking away the shell with a careful claw. "I went rusthing out after Webpaw told usth there wasth a fight on Sthkyclan boarders, I wasth the firstht there from camp."

Boarpaw had never run so fast; he never needed to. He'd never been in such a state of fear and fury. He had been scared so many times. On the edge of the thunderpath as a kitten, stood in front of the highrock being given his apprenticeship, seeing Juniperstar bleeding out... But never had he felt such fear on behalf of someone and being able to something about it. And yet.

"Y'know, I wasth talking with my friend from Riverclan, Sthimmersthtone." Crack. Another cob nut crunched underpaw, the rock starting to hurt his paw more with every rise and fall. "She just graduated and she asthked me when I would be a warrior too and-" As he tried to pick the shell from the thing underpaw, the shell was too stubborn this time, thick and still barely cracked, that irritated, crawling feeling under his skin only seeming to flare. "I-I. I'm no stho sure how much I destherve to be a warrior after that. I..."

Boarpaw blinked hard, the flash of claws and fangs, watching Dewshine helplessly as he floundered like a kitten in his own fight, the stinging of his face, his legs, his paw- Crunch The apprentice brought the rock down too hard against the cob nut, the thing crumbling helplessly under his paw, the shell utterly shattered the the flesh inside splattered against the stone in his paw.

Immediately, shame burned at the apprentice's face, stomach turning as he blinked harder. "I'm sthorry, I think Stherpentberry wanted me to take thesthe to the medicine den." He tried to collect the cracked cob nuts into the makeshift leaf bundle; some cats needed them for their salves, and he didn't want to waste any more - or take up any of Brindlefeather's time with his pity party.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

• Talking with @brindlefeather
  Feel free to stop him or let him leave! Big fella is in his feels
• 
  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 10 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #AFBCC1

 

[brindlefeather's icon brindlefeather brindlefeather]

BRINDLEFEATHER ──

thunderclan | forager​

Brindlefeather frowns as Boarpaw speaks, a look of concern falling over his features. He's taking it harder than I imagined…
"Hey now," he says gently, "there's no need to talk down on yourself that way." Sitting upright, his tail motions for Boarpaw to stay a moment - to hear him out.
"It's as you said - you were the first of the reinforcements to arrive. You knew there'd be SkyClan warriors with moons of experience on you - but that didn't matter, did it? You still ran to protect your Clanmates, and your family. That kind of bravery, in the face of such danger… if that doesn't show you're growing into a fine young warrior, then I don't know what does." He offers a reassuring smile to the large apprentice. "Be proud of what you've accomplished, Boarpaw. You're going to graduate in no time. And I, for one, am glad to have such a capable cat as you here in ThunderClan. I mean it."
Hauling himself to his paws, Brindlefeather glances down at Boarpaw's collection of cob nuts.
"Now, would you like some help bringing these to the medicine den?" he offers with a playful glint in his eye - "unless you want to look like a chipmunk walking across camp carrying all that."

maybe we'll turn it all around 'cuz it's not too late

it's never too late

• ooc: talking with @Boarpaw
• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[Dawnkit ☀︎'s icon Dawnkit ☀︎ Dawnkit ☀︎]

Dawnkit​

status: Wary​

She has no clue what she's found. But her sister drags weeds from the nursery and the other cats leave camp to find herbs. She had found this buried deep in a shadowed corner of camp behind the elder's den. No one ever went back there from what she knew. She hadn't thought twice about grabbing it out and taking it to where everyone else was crowding for dropping off herbs. The strange purple plant was one she had never seen before. She drops it on the ground before Serpentberry. "Found this. Don't know if it's useful." She says no more to the cat she doesn't trust and instead turns to join her sister's side. She stares in mildly confusion when the form of Fawn is not where she last saw her. Dawn's tail lashes as she examines camp for her.

She see's a tabby striped tail disappear into the nursery and with a final "Good luck" Tossed over her shoulder at the injured and other's who went looking for herbs, she bounds off towards the nursery to join her sister's and mother. The less she has to be near that den that terrifies her mother, the better, thank you very much.

and every step i choose to take begins to set the world aflame

ooc

information

main ref

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

  DAWNKIT She/Her A cinnamon tortie point with large paws and anger in her veins. She is highly protective of her siblings and is strangely distrustful of anyone that isn't family, possibly stemming from her mother's paranoia.
  
  𖤓 Kit of Thunderclan
  𖤓 Sister to Fawnkit and Hazykit
  𖤓 2 moons; ages on the 1st of every month (updated 9/20/2025)
  𖤓 speech thought action
  𖤓 peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Body tense, Copperstorm moved with purpose, burdock root clenched firmly between his jaws. Every step felt weighted, his muscles thrumming with a tension he couldn't shake. The battle between SkyClan and ThunderClan still lingered sharp in his mind, how close it had come to stealing not just his clanmates, but his wife, his son... He knew they were strong, they could fend for themselves well as proven. But still the fear had lingered... He had lost his mother, he had lost his brother, he had no clue where his sister was... His father wanted his wife dead... And his adoptive kids too, no doubt.

He padded toward Serpentberry and caught her gaze, tilting his head slightly before setting the herb at her paws. " Hope this is of use. " he said dryly, his ear flicking. His eyes strayed to Boarpaw as Brindlefeather spoke to the young tom. The sight sent a pang through his chest, pride and fear tangled in equal measure. Copperstorm knew he couldn't fault him for fighting; he himself had done no different. Still, the lingering thought of loss gnawed deeply at him.

When his gaze returned to Serpentberry, his tail lashed once, the faintest shadow of hesitation crossing his expression as though there was more he might say. Instead, he only shook his head. " Don't be too harsh on the younger ones. " he murmured, voice steady but edged with weariness. His tail-tip twitched. " Do you need more herbs? I can scavenge again. "

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

33 MOONS

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THUNDERCLAN

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SONG

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bio

𖧧 1d3 Roll: 2 - Success
𖧧 1d7 Roll: 1 - Wound & Infection
𖧧 Herb Found - Burdock Root

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

___________________________________________________________________​

Ghoststrike had not been a part of the border skirmish, having been elsewhere in the territory at that time. As such, he was one of the few cats left standing that Serpentberry had been putting to work, Frankly, between dealing with injuries or working for the cunning shecat, he wasn't sure he wouldn't have chosen the latter if given the choice.

Healer or not, Thunderclans Medicine Cat was also among the few Ghoststrike took care not to piss off.

He returned from his search with what he hoped was something useful. At the very least, he was certain he'd smelled it once or twice around Serpentberrys den, though how useful it would prove in healing their warriors, he wasn't sure. Either way, the tom padded back into camp with the cluster of blue, star-shaped carried gently between his powerful jaws.

"This do anything useful?" he asked as the plants were placed by his paws.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : —
  Coin Flip: Heads - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 6 - Labor & Delivery and Kit Health
  𖧧 Herb Found - Borage
  ​
• mentoring Rattlepaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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[Dewshine's icon Dewshine Dewshine]

Come on, come on
We can go away

.

She is all nerves and pain, but thankfully, thankfully alive after once again staring into death's open maw. Her neck stings where fangs had grazed it but that is not what steals her attention away from the present. Dewshine is not sure if she'll ever get Mousefang's look of absolute horror out of her mind. At their simultaneous realization.

Paws idly move to sort the bundles of what would become poultrices for herself and others, distracted, but just focused enough to do the job at paw. Marigold, burdock, and cobwebs. Into a small pile. And another pile after that. She's vaguely aware of her stomach churning whether from anxiety or something else entirely and for a brief moment the molly considers politely excusing herself.

The mottled pelt of Serpentberry comes into the edge of her vision and she frowns, lips pursed in thought before she waves the medicine cat closer with a paw. "When things have settled down a little later, Serpent, could I speak to you? Alone?" The faintest whisper into the other's ear is all she gives before Dewshine stiffly rises, tail lightly touching her friend's shoulder as she pads away towards Boarpaw.

"You should be proud, Boarpaw," She purrs out, crackling with a dry throat. "This was only my SECOND fight, you did well. You're alive and that's all I could hope for."

37 moons

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thunderclan warrior

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she/her

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bio

We Don't Need Them

DEWSHINE

✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
#8f85c2

 

[FALSEKIT]

Falsekit followed hesitantly after their ill-begotten mother, cloud-grey eyes as innocuous as a defoliated sunflower's core. There had been a fight, apparently, and bloodied and beaten clanmates trickled in despondently. Staying in the medicine cat den, the fawn tabby had grown used to the scent of metallic blood, poignant and blooming beneath the flesh of the wounded and damned. They still weren't sure if they liked the aroma, instead finding themselves mortified that such sticky reds could permeate their own pristine pelt. But, that was of little concern of them now. In their lamb-soft mouth, they held a wilted stem with a yellow floret hanging from its end, as though its color dimmed from bathing in the shadows of the medicine cat den. They found it in a damp, forgotten corner of the den, in a sorry state. What better use would there be than to allow it to fulfill its purpose? "I found this. It was trampled, and you didn't sort it properly. I think you forgot about it." The kitten flatly stated, though little malice nor sarcasm marred their tongue. He placed it down near the medicine cat's feet, gentle with the frail object once balanced precariously along ridges of milk-teeth, like a snake slowly sloughing its skin. They had little clue of what it could be used for... but Serpentberry likely knew.

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

☾

EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

• OOC. They technically didn't find buttttt ignore that
  
  𖧧 1d3 Roll: 2 - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 1 - Wound & Infection
  𖧧 Herb Found - Wood Sorrel
• 
  NOTE: This is a very loose reference until I can draw a more accurate reference. <3​
• 

  FALSEKIT & 02 MOONS

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  —— Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
  —— Kitten of Thunderclan / Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithkit & Thornkit
  —— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
  —— Outwardly, Falsekit is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

 

[FLICKERDANCE]

Flickerpaw curses within her mind—it's safe there, since she's allowed as much profanity as she can muster without getting glares sent her way for "upsetting the kits". What does all that matter anyway? Why does she have to do this- the medicine cat's job? She's a warrior for StarClan's sake... or soon to be, anyway, since this skirmish must have made her stand out in Juniperstar's eyes. Flickerpaw had done a good job. She had arrived quickly, had managed to fight off a warrior, and did not get gravely injured in the process.

So why exactly is she being punished like this?

She had been wholly unsuccessful in finding any herb that may prove to be useful in treating the few scratches that SkyClan had managed to land on her pelt. It's not like she's had any training in identifying all that stupid medicine. Isn't that what Serpentberry and Rowanpaw are for? At the very least, Serpentberry had took some sick pity on her, and had shoved some leaves towards Flickerpaw to work on, its scent overwhelming and unpleasant.

Claws that normally only sink into prey or other cats now struggle with their own ferociousness. Flickerpaw is clumsy when it comes to tearing off the important parts of whatever herb is in her possession, shredding it all, as Serpentberry had put it.

"I'm just ruining it,"

she states, tail flicking in annoyance. Something akin to embarrassment burns her, but even that is unfair; how can an apprentice that has only ever trained for battle be expected to remain gentle with this stuff? This isn't her fault. The task is stupid.

"Can't I just do something useful? Like hunt for those who can't hunt for themselves now? It's not like I'm too injured to move."

𖧧 Coin Flip: Tails - Failure. The patrol found nothing useful.

 

[Thornkit]

Thornkit had only followed after Serpentberry as she gathered up the able-bodied ThunderClanners to assist her in finding herbs because his littermates had also dogged after her. They had all come to the same conclusion that, like it or not, the medicine cat had named herself as their mother, and so their mother she was - though Thornkit had started to suspect that he'd been the only one to harbor such hesitations, as Falsekit and Faithkit had seemed to take to Serpentberry in a much smoother transition than he had.

As it was, Falsekit moved past Thornkit, who had started lagging behind out of disinterest in the whole ordeal. His brother bestowed Serpentberry with some plant, one of the many that Thornkit had grown used to seeing but not understanding throughout his stay at Faithkit's side in the medicine cat's den. Other cats moved in, gifting Serpentberry with flowers and plants as though she were a deity receiving oblations. Fawnkit's words made Thornkit sneer, though the she-kit was gone before he could deliver any snide comment. In lieu of directly-delivered barbed words, Thornkit leaned over to Falsekit.

"Flowers don't heal wounds." He huffed, loud enough for his voice to carry - she certainly might have heard him. "Doesn't she know anything? Geez." Thornkit made the effort to sound affronted, glaring in the direction of the nursery, before he let an amused smirk slide onto his maw as he turned to face Falsekit. "At least you know that much." Really, the two of them knew very little - but Thornkit had managed to pick up from being a resident in the medicine cat's den that it was whatever was inside a plant that usually did the work. He didn't care about the specifics beyond that, as he had no plans to follow in Serpentberry's pawsteps to become a revered healer of the Clan.

𖧧 Coin Flip: Tails - Failure. He didn't even try he's just here to be a jerk

THORNKIT—he/him + 02 moons
ThunderClan kit
NPC ♡ NPC | adopted by Serpentberry
Brother to Falsekit, Faithkit
Mate to N/A | Father to N/A
Mentored by N/A | Mentoring N/A

penned by Archivist

 

[Leafpaw]

He didn't LIKE his new little siblings, didn't even consider them as such given they were just picked up out the woods. Never mind that Rowanpaw also wasn't blood related but she had been there from the beginning and was so ingrained in his young life that he had no qualms with her being his sister; he often even forgot she was technically adopted. These two, however, were just another thorn in the path to his mother's affections and that she even named one after their father-! Leafpaw had bristled and curled his lips and had refused to introduce himself when they first arrived, watching from a distance and immediately going to prattle on his woes and worries to Stilldream who was such a good listener. Well, with extra ears he certainly hoped she was! His mentor didn't teach him much, she was really more of a 'figure it out yourself' kind of teacher which suited him fine cause then he could do what he wanted. And what he wanted today was to leave camp, but she'd taken off and told him to 'practice in camp' or something so he couldn't leave. WELL, that wasn't true. He could, but not with all these older cats here to notice him doing it and telling on him. Couldn't leave camp alone, you know. It was against the rules or something stupid.
So he was stuck here and the second he overheard Thornkit he was stomping over, his nose wrinkled, "Yeah? Did StarClan tell you that, cause mama knows all about medicine and StarClan picked her so she's a thousand times smarter than you." His dappled tail flicked in annoyance he quickly stormed away to the edge of the camp to grab something to give Serpentberry since these brats weren't going to contribute. With his mouth full of loose bits of brown and green he wandered back to his mother to deposit his treasure of weeds at her paws, forest green gaze narrowing as he glanced back over his shoulder at the kits. He was too caught up in his own hurt feelings to hear Boarpaw's lamenting, Flickerpaw's dejected tone - none of that mattered right now, all that mattered was rubbing dirt in some kitten noses to prove he was better.

𖧧 1d3 Roll: 1 - Failure. You found a useless weed.

I am left standing on the edge - wondering how we got this far

Leafpaw

— apprentice of thunderclan
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Chocolate tortoiseshell with olive green eyes.
#ba7a5d

 

[hyacinthrain hyacinthrain]

Hyacinthrain was scared of Skyclan. Thus far, they have not had to encounter the other beasts of a clan- but that didn't mean their clanmates didn't have to. Hya had merely heard what happened at the gathering, and they wouldn't know how to respond. Owlbark killing someone's son, and then the clan shows up dressed in the red- battle hungry and savage... Their belly twisted in the anxiety as they sought the herbs Serpentberry requested to help their clanmates. Maybe it was foolish to fight them, but they were not there to know what unfolded, and they couldn't pretend to be. Hya was only thankful that they were lucky thus far.

And such the luck that the multicoloured torbie managed to find herbs, it didn't smell much different, but they had a feeling, and they hoped it was right. Though the flowers were pretty and could be used to line nests, they were sure Serpentberry would not find the use in that when she was already so fickle about needing to heal clanmates. They didn't blame her, because Hyacinthrain felt annoyed a bit as well- except for the reason that they couldn't stop it.

A small gulp rolled down their throat as they stepped forward to the tortie, blue and gold eye watching the mollies reaction as they set the bundle down before her. "I found these, are they useful? I think I recognized them," they said softly, unsure, uncertain as always. But even if they felt a bit confident, hyacinthrain couldn't help but feel something couldn't be right. It was unfortunate, but they were trying.

Found mallow!//
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