Backwritten Territory RiverClan Melancholic Moonlight ❀ Herb Patrol w/ Wavesong

[Peachtrot]

{$title} Peachtrot and Wavesong search for herbs after Shadowclan's heist on their home

Let's play like we're children and sing till the moons full

Before the day we turn to nothing but sand

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White paws pressed into muddied undergrowth, squelching into the moist earth as the red tabby continue to move away from the safety of camp, muzzle low to the ground and ocean eyes peeled for any kind of plant that Jinglemoon had helped her learn to pick out of the foliage. It was...strange, doing a search for herbs so late at night, when the sun didnt shine above to help them notice that unique plants that the clan so desperately needed right now. But, what else was she supposed to do? When she had be unceremoniously woken by a hiss followed by a shoving paw, Peachtrot had assumed Russetfall was simply wanting space away from her. Which was fine, of course! Just because she enjoyed the warmth of her friends' bodies against her fur, didn't mean she would force them to stay. What she didn't expect was the chaos that was enfolding when she rose sleepily from her nest; the camp in disarray, multiple of her friends injured, and Jingle-Mingle... He had gotten the worse of it, a new mark across his face and his stores...gone, whisked away by the cats who lived in the shadows.

It was why she was out here now, unable to sleep with the anxiety of knowing her clanmates might not make it through the night without the important herbs to keep the pain away. Ocean gaze spotted a splash of color among the dark green of the grass underfoot, a small purple flower sticking out. With careful step, the tabby trotted over to the plant and gently knicked it between her teeth before tucking it away into a folded leaf she had picked up along the way. She looked to Wavesong with a small smile, showing her the herb she was able to find before speaking low, the usual brightness missing from her voice. "Do you think we'll find enough? To help everyone at camp, that is..."The bicolor molly following close behind her wasn't apart of her original plan but Peachtrot wasn't going to deny having some company out in the territory. Paws continued on her way after she officially broke the silence of their somber walk.
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OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

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  —— @Wavesong
  𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 4 - Illness
  𖧧 Herb Found - Mallow
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• Peachtrot She/Her
  ❀ A Long Haired Red Classic Tabby with Low White & Ocean Blue Eyes
  ❀ Life Guard of Riverclan
  ❀ 39 moons; Ages on the 23rd of every month
  ❀ speech thought attack
  ❀ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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[Wavesong]

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

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The bi-coloured molly stepped quietly behind Peachtrot, a frown creasing her face, her mission sharp and unwavering: retrieve as many herbs as possible to make up for the depleted stock, thanks to that damn ShadowClan molly. A fire simmered beneath her ribs, slow and burning. Not the kind that roared, but one that lingered, dangerous in its restraint. There was a tension clinging to the camp like fog since the heist. A silence not of peace, but of violation. She blinked out of her thoughts when Peachtrot turned, revealing a delicate purple flower in her grasp. A smile touched Wavesong's face, fleeting but sincere. " Good eye, Peachy. " she murmured warmly, brushing her tail along her friend's shoulder in a quiet show of pride and affection.

Then something tugged at her nose, an old scent, familiar and sharp. Her gaze darted to a shadow at the base of a nearby stump. Padding forward, she nosed through the foliage until she unearthed a sprig of rosemary, still slick with dew. Her heart gave a small, hopeful leap. This would help. Gently, she tucked it into the folded leaf bundle she carried and let out a soft breath. Peachtrot's voice cut through the quiet again, low and uncertain. " Will it be enough? " Wavesong echoed, voice hushed like the world around them. " I dunno, love. But I do know we'll give it everythin' we've got. "

Her gaze darkened slightly. " Jinglebell's alright, just a scratch, thank the stars… but Adderfang… " Her words caught, just a moment. " He came back soaked an' bleedin'. I don't know how he stayed standin', Peach. Not fer as long as he did. " Her throat tightened with the memory, the raw fear that had gripped her as her mate stumbled through the camp entrance, barely upright. " He still acts like he's fine, o' course. " she added with a wry twist of her lips. " Called it just a bit o' bruisin', didn't want any fuss. Jinglemoon had t'drag him into the medicine den. "

Wavesong's eyes lowered to her belly, then lifted again to the sky overhead. " And ShadowClan… they knew. That wasn't desperation. That was cruelty. They didn't jus' take what we had. They made sure we knew they could. " She looked to Peachtrot again. She too knew how to leave her mark... But... Not yet. " We'll rebuild tha' medicine den. Bit by bit, sprig by sprig. You, me, an' every cat left with a heart still willin' to fight without claws. It might take days. Moons. But we'll do it. " Her gaze turned gentle as she met her friend's eyes, a tired but unshaken smile finding its way to her face. " Yer a good soul, Peachy. Don' let this mess harden that heart o' yours. "

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𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
𖧧 1d7 Roll: 3 - Broken bones
𖧧 Herb Found - Rosemary