{$title} This takes place in Phase 3 of the storm event after everyone's reconvened.
Ravenmask grunted as he hoisted himself up onto his legs, wincing at the strain on his bad one. It didn't seem much worse, probably nothin' permanent, but when things were settled he'd need to go see Dimmingsun and Meadowpaw about it, for sure. Well, until then, he couldn't bear to just sit around this makeshift camp like a bump on a log. He wasn't so old that he was useless!
"I'm goin' to go find some moss or herbs or somethin'," he mewed gruffly. "If anyone wants to come along." Truthfully, he would rather have company than not, but with so many potentially injured and exhausted, he knew it was a long shot.
Without waiting for a reply, the Clan's elder padded into the soggy grass of the moors - he wasn't entirely sure what it was he was looking for, but he'd probably know it when he found it.
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RAVENMASK he/him, windclan elder, 93 moons.
☆ White and black tom with smoky stripes, bright green eyes, and a twisted back paw.
☆ brother of Mallowfeather
☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline when attacking/physically interacting
☆ penned by plot ↛ plot_twists on discord, feel free to dm for interacts.