Private Territory ThunderClan roseblood // herb patrol

[rowanpaw]

☆ Rowanpaw is walking along a by now well trodden path towards the shadowclan border, eager to prove herself to her mentor. For a moment, she forgets everything else– all the things she sees in the dark shadows of their den, which she now sleeps in alone. Today she is more apprentice than daughter to Serpentberry, as it was, perhaps, always intended to be. Her younger brother is with her too, and Boarpaw, who at this point was already taller than her, and Gingerflame. She smiles gently over her shoulder at them.

"I'm looking for three plants in particular– the dandelion you've probably seen before, right? It's yellow sometimes, like a little sun, and sometimes it's covered in fluffy white sprites– if you see any of that, let me know. I'm also looking for poppy seeds… the flowers are bright red, so they should be hard to miss. It's more common to find them closer to the thunderpath though. And lastly, I'm looking for daisies. Those are pretty regular too– little white flowers with a yellow center," her ear flicks, worried she might've dumped too much information on the two apprentices. "But if you spot anything you think might be useful, that's good too. Anything helps. I can keep an eye out for the important stuff."

A brief glance at her mother, eyes shining, head held high. She could be mistaken for a vine the way she clings, the way she reaches desperately out for something, someone to hold onto.

☆ ROWANPAW. 14 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - @serpentberry @Boarpaw @Rattlepaw @GINGERFLAME

 

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

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

Boarpaw hummed a little song to himself as he followed in suit of the herb patrol, a swing in his step with every pawstep ahead. He wasn't so sure why he had been brought along; it seemed a sort of family outing with Serpentberry, Rowanpaw and Rattlepaw. But, then again, Gingerflame was here too! He'd seen a lot of the tom recently, so the patrol itself felt rather relaxed. He wasn't paying all too much attention as his eyes scanned the area, often caught by little bugs or distant bird song, dragging his eyes from the ground.

It was only when Boarpaw tuned back in as their pace slowed down that the apprentice cringed, realising Rowanpaw had been talking. He was mortified to realise he had utterly lost all attention and missed what she said, his ears burning warm in shame. He really, really really hoped it wasn't super important. So, the tom decided to make himself busy and try and find something useful for the medicine cats. Serpentberry could be scary sometimes, and Rowanpaw was too nice to let down, so he was determined not to let them down.

Padding away, the tom sniffed about, he knew better now than to stick his nose in any random plant cause apparently that can get you sick. But a big tree caught his eye, leaves making the top look weirdly round, but some thin, spindly branches hung really rather low. The tom squinted, before realising he could reach some of the lowest hanging branches on his hind legs. Approaching the trunk, the tom steadily stood up with his front paws pressed against the bark. With one huge paw swiping upwards, extended claws barely managed to catch on the thinning branches, snapping off a small section of leaves.

Flopping down to his haunches, now with a small bunch of shiny green leaves still attached to the branch, he smiled warmly. He had no idea if it was what Rowanpaw needed, but it was something! He picked them up and brought the leaves to her, smiling. "I hope thesthe are ustheful, I can keep looking though." Boarpaw knew he wasn't exactly good with herbs; it was hard to remember what was what, but he wanted to help nonetheless.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

• 𖧧 Coin Flip: Heads - Success
  𖧧 1d7 Roll: 3 - Broken Bones
  𖧧 Herb Found - Beech Leaves
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  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 9 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #a4bac1