PAFP Territory WindClan the wilder path is the one I want ✿ — herb patrol

[Meadowpaw]

Where home's out of sight
Keep walking on to the light

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The sun cast long golden shafts between the tall grass as Meadowpaw hobbled through the uneven field. It swayed in the breeze, brushing her flanks and legs with scratchy stems. Meadowpaw had already spent some time looking. A bundle of weeds and flowers bounced lightly between her jaws.

She hadn't gone far from camp—just beyond where the wind was a little more unruly and the scent of wild flowers was thicker. Meadow had passed the spot once or twice and thought she recognized a few plants growing that she'd seen in Gladebloom's den.

Her pace was slow and gait uneven as always, but no less determined. Every few steps, she paused to sift through the grass for anything that looked familiar or useful.

She wasn't that familiar with the herbs Gladebloom worked with, but she had learned that even if some blooms were useful in that way. So, she didn't mind the search. Yes, it was tedious, but she had more than enough patience for it. Meadowpaw was just glad to have something to do. A task to focus on when her legs couldn't carry her fast enough to help in other ways.

A breeze ruffled her fur as she nosed the ground, green eyes narrowed with focus. She didn't notice as another pair of paw steps joined her own…

Please let @Hootkit and @Swiftwatcher post first! Note this is meant to be more of a spree, so long as you don't post twice in succession, you can continue to roll for herbs!

OOC: Rolled a 1d3 for Success: 3 → Failure

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

8 MOONS

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WINDCLAN

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[Swiftwatcher]

SWIFTWATCHER OF WINDCLAN

Swiftwatcher quietly padded along, the steady rhythm of his paws a comfort more than a strain. A tired smile curled across his muzzle, one he wore like a well-used cloak, worn but warm. His gaze, keen despite the weight behind it, flicked briefly toward Hootkit, catching the kit's determined trot with a tilt of his head. Ever the shadow-chaser, that one. Hootkit had insisted on tagging along after Meadowpaw, all wide eyes and bounding curiosity, and Swift had relented, but only if he came too. He wouldn't chance another tragedy. Not again. Not if he could help it.

His eyes swept the underbrush for anything useful... Bark that peeled strange, leaves with odd colors, roots he might've heard Gladebloom mumble about, but it all blended together. Plants were just... green. He'd have to ask Gladebloom one of these days. Get the basics. Learn something more useful than just swinging claws. " Newleaf is treating us kindly... " he meowed at last, voice low but not grim, flicking his ears against the spring breeze. He glanced down at Hootkit and let the smile grow wider, warmer. " Want to ride up top, Hoot? " he offered with a chuckle, dipping his shoulder playfully. " Nothing wrong with letting those paws rest now and then. You've already marched half a fox-length. "

Then his gaze lifted to Meadowpaw, and there was fondness in it, though laced with apology. " Sorry to interrupt your search, Meadow dear. Little Hoot here just wanted to see you in action. " His voice was light, not teasing, but proud, proud of Meadowpaw, and proud of Hootkit for admiring her.

I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I'll be the bright, in black that's making you run

 

[Cricketkit Cricketkit]

Cricketkit bounded after the patrol with a hop in her step and a grin that could rival the sun. " H-hey!! " she chirped, darting playfully around Swiftwatcher's legs and nearly tangling them both before she squeaked out a giggle and scampered to Meadow's side. She bumped into her friend with a soft thump, her good eye shining. " I can help too! Hoot is way younger than me! I'm practically ancient! " she declared, puffing her chest with mock seriousness.

A dull ache tugged behind her injured eye, just for a moment. But like most things, it passed. " We're looking for herbs, right? I've seen a ton of them with Gladebloom! When I was stuck in the medicine den, remember? You were there too! " she babbled, eager words tumbling out like pebbles in a stream. Her gaze swept the ground, alert, scanning and then... She gasped. " Meadow, Meadow! LOOK! A fluffy star!! " She darted ahead, circling a patch of dried poppy heads like they were treasure. She lifted a paw, motioning toward them with reverence. " These are the sleepy ones, right? Gladebloom needs these too! "

Pride bloomed in her chest like a sunrise. Meadow was her big sister for real now, she guessed lifethreatening situations tended to bond cats... And Cricketkit couldn't be prouder to be her little sister. Meadow helped everyone, even if she didn't have to. Cricket hoped she'd always help Gladebloom, even when she was a full warrior. Cricket decided then and there: when she grew up, she was going to help too. In her own shiny, Cricketkit kind of way.

WITH SHORTNESS OF BREATH ☆ YOU EXPLAINED THE INFINITE

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• CRICKET she/her, windclan, five moons.
  ☆ a lh diluted tortie with blue eyes and unruly fur / petite and scarred
  ☆ mentored by nobody yet
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / always tag @lionharted
  ☆ penned by lionharted↛ LionheartedPhoenix on discord, feel free to dm for plots / click for toyhou.se

 

[Meadowpaw]

Meadowpaw's dappled nose brushed the grass, her eyes brightening at the faint trace of sweetness. Nestled among the tall prairie blades was a familiar flower—a lovely shade of orange with crinkly petals. A quiet smile tugged at her mouth as she brushed its petals with her paw.

She still remembered what Gladebloom shared about them. How they could smell different depending on the season, and its versatility as a remedy for bleeding, sore joints, and infections. It amazed her still how much one little flower could do.

She was just about to harvest some when a familiar voice called out. Meadowpaw lifted her head, a soft warmth blooming in her expression. "Oh, hello Swiftwatcher." Her gaze slid from the warrior to the tiny kit at his paws. "It's no trouble at all. Hello Hoo—"

Before she could greet Hootkit properly, a blur of movement shot through Swiftwatcher's legs. "Careful—!" Meadowpaw lurched, heart catching for a moment fearing one of them might trip in the chaos. Thankfully, the warrior retained his balance, and both kits were fine.

She let out a small breath of relief, her tail flicking behind her. Cricketkit, of course. Always in motion, always bounding forward without pause. In the days she spent recovering in the medicine den, it had been that energy—so bright and unrelenting—that encouraged her to keep trying. As much as she struggled to match Cricketkit's energy, she could still bask in its rays.

"You can both help, silly." Meadowpaw giggled, eyes twinkling as she looked between them. "What about you, Hootkit? Wanna help look for herbs?" If they wanted to help, she wouldn't say no. The company was not unwelcome either. "You were wonderful company back then, I could never forget." While the diluted kit talked, she took the time to clip a few marigold stems between her teeth and tuck them into her fur.

Cricketkit wasted no time in her search. "A fluffy star…?" Meadowpaw hobbled up behind her to see what she'd found. "Oh, those are poppies, Cricketkit! Aren't they pretty?" She crouched beside the young molly to admire them. These were a little dry, but that wouldn't hurt nothin'. The useful parts were the seeds, which were dried before Gladebloom used them anyway. "Yup! They are the sleepy ones, but they also help with pain too."

She leaned forward, gathering a few of the better-preserved poppy heads and tucking them into the thicker fur along her flank. "I didn't even see them." She straightened and made sure the flowers were secure before turning to Cricketkit with a bright smile. "Gladebloom is gonna be so happy, really good job Cricky!" Already, they found some useful things to help. Knowing that they were easing some of the weight on both Gladebloom and the clan felt good. "Do you see anything else? How about you Hootkit?" Meadowpaw craned her head to see what she was up to.

Coin Flip: Heads → Success → Marigold

__________summer melts into a snowscape ✿ tell your heart to mend___________

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• Meadow she/her & riverclan
  ✿ Three-legged black and red tortoiseshell with green eyes.
  ✿ 9 moons
  ✿ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. All others DM.
  ✿ Fur smells floral and mildly sweet.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[charitypaw]

Charitypaw floats alongside the others, careful to tread only on moorland grasses rather than anything that sprouts with fervor. The young molly couldn't tell a sprig of mint from a bushel of rosemary, to be true, but she could at least sniff out the difference between them and the to-be hay of their home. The pale moggy watches with delight as the kits grow eager to help and Meadowpaw, ever soft and ever kind, guides them about the fresh lands just outside of camp. Swiftwatcher is there too, of course; some warrior has to be around to wrangle this absolute mess of a patrol.

Her nose bumps into something white and fuzzy. Unfortunately for the medicine team, it seems to be past its prime for being useful to them. Fortunately, however, she can recognize this lack-of-a-blossom well enough.

"Would any of you like a free wish?" Charitypaw croons as she snaps the stem, drawing the seed-laden dandelion closer to the rest of the group. "I've heard that if you think of your wish very hard, and blow every seed off of the stem, your wish will be granted...!" She looks to Swiftwatcher, then Meadowpaw, curious to see if either will rebuke her whimsical fun. Regardless, she smiles, "Which of you wants to try first?"

 

[Meadowpaw]

Meadowpaw lifted her head as Charitypaw's voice carried over the breeze, drawing her attention. She turned, blinking softly at the sight of the fluffy, white-headed dandelion held delicately between Charitypaw's teeth. It stirred memories both kind and painful—running through fields of dandelions with Meggie, laughing breathlessly until her lungs burned, collapsing beside her sister in the grass to watch seeds dance away on the sunlight, free in the wind where their paws could never catch them.

She gave a small hop, mindful of where she placed her paws with Cricketkit skittering underfoot. "Oooh, did you hear that?" Meadowpaw's green eyes flickered warmly between Hootkit and Cricketkit, her tail brushing gently against the nearest with encouragement. "Isn't that kind of Charitypaw? Go on and make one." A purr crackled in her throat. "You two should share your wish, okay? If you make your wish together, it'll be extra strong."

A little lie, but for the better. She didn't want them to squabble over who got to blow the seeds, nor for one to get too excited and leave the other behind. After all, wishes and happy moments were best shared.

The calico apprentice hobbled forward, wobbling slightly as she avoided stepping on something green. A broad, bushy-leafed plant caught her attention among the yellowed grass with healthy, slightly crinkled leaves. She leaned down suddenly, working her paw gently around the base before dislodging a few leaves, tucking them carefully into her pelt.

She watched, tender eyes roaming from Charitypaw to the kits. She hoped that they would make bright, happy wishes. Meadowpaw had long stopped believing that hers would come true. That wonder was stolen from her after the fire, but for them, once more, she would make a quiet wish of her own.

With all her heart, she wished every seed they sent into the breeze would carry far across the moor, finding soft earth to settle in, bloom, and give their wish form.

Coin Flip: Heads → Success → Dock

______________I believe that there is a courage ✿ but its burnin' like ash in the wind_____________

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• Meadow she/her & windclan
  ✿ Three-legged black and red tortoiseshell with green eyes.
  ✿ A light crisp-sounding voice
  ✿ Loves flowers and always has some woven into her fur
  ✿ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. All others DM.
  ✿ Fur smells floral and mildly sweet.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[Hootkit]

HOOTKIT // 01 moons // WindClan Kit // She/They // #efc48c
A chocolate spotted tabby with pronounced countershading, long whiskers and golden eyes
Daughter of OWLBEAR and BUSHRUNNER, sibling to GOOSEKIT and FINCHKIT
A kitten haunted with being the spitting image of her deceased grandfather.

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Hootkit had tried her best to follow after Meadowpaw as silently as possible, trying to test her stealth abilities while also admiring the apprentice she was following after, what she didn't realize though was that her large paws made her steps more clumsy and easy to hear. She had tried hiding in the underbrush, her large golden eyes rounding wide like an owls' as she watched Meadowpaw but she had been so focused on the apprentice that she hadn't noticed that she too had been followed!

Swiftwatcher smiling down at her and offering a ride made Hootkit jump! Squeaking and rolling onto her back her large but still kitten-sized paws shot upwards and were held up around near her head, when she realized it was just Swiftwatcher and he was just offering her a ride she twitched her nose and rolled back onto her paws, shaking her pelt. "Hoot can do this! Thank yous" She chirped in response, eager to prove herself but also wanting to be polite. The little chocolate tabby kit would scuff her paws a little shyly though when he told Meadowpaw that Hootkit had been following her.

When Cricketkit came darting on through Hootkit blinked in surprise at first before then puffing up her pelt at being called younger then the other kit... "Am not! Hoot is like! ... 500 moons old! That's way more then Cricket" She nodded with a confidence in her words she really shouldn't have for someone who couldn't count. Thankfully both of them were allowed to help and when asked if she wanted to look for herbs she nodded so enthusiastically she practically nodded with her whole body! Cricketkit had already found something to help Meadowpaw with and Hootkit at this would scurry around faster in order to try and help out too but, well... She didn't know what they were looking for! She wished she had Meadowpaw's knowledge! Or that she'd luck out like Cricketkit...

Her kitten frustration was soon swept away though as an ear flicked and she found herself distracted by Charitypaw's claim that the plant she was holding could grant a wish! "Really really? Is that really true?" Her bright golden eyes would look up to Meadowpaw and Swiftwatcher for reassurance that it was but she had no reason to not believe Charitypaw! Plus Meadowpaw seemed for the idea and suggested she and Cricketkit make a wish together so that it was extra strong, Hootkit had been about to offer it to Cricketkit to be polite but Meadowpaw's idea was even better!

"Does the wish go to StarClan so they can grant it for us?" Naturally as a kitten she was ever curious, there was still so much she didn't know yet but she had heard of StarClan and how her grandpaw that she'd been named after was there apparently. She didn't understand why anyone would wanna be part of a clan that wasn't WindClan though... He really ought to rethink what clan he was in! "Do Cricket and I have to have same wish? And we just have to think it very hard and it come true?" She wanted to make sure she was doing this wish making business right! If she did it wrong then surely what she wanted to wish for wouldn't come true. She wondered though, what did Cricketkit want to wish for? Or Charitypaw? Meadowpaw too? Or even Swiftwatcher? All so much more wiser then she thought she would ever be, what would they ever wish for if they knew it would be granted?

 

[Swiftwatcher]

SWIFT OF THE BARN

Swiftwatcher watched the kits with a fondness soft as dusk, the edges of a smile tugging gently at his muzzle. There was something about the way they bumbled around, all wide eyes and tangled paws, that pulled his thoughts backward, back to when his own kits were that small. The sounds of laughter, the feel of tiny pelts pressed against his flank at night… Ah... to have small paws patter around again. What a beautiful thing that might've been. His heart gave a quiet throb, the kind of ache that never left, only dulled with time. Bumblebee would have been a wonderful mother. Gentle, warm, full of that steady strength he had always admired. She never got the chance...

For a heartbeat, the ache clawed up his chest. But he pressed it down with a breath, not now. Not when he was here, surrounded by life and promise, by kits who needed a calm, steady presence. He looked skyward for a moment, eyes soft. She would be proud. Their kits had grown into fine cats.

His ears perked at Charitypaw's gentle voice offering the kits a dandelion, and warmth spilled into his chest again like sunlight. He leaned in slightly, his voice colored with playful awe. " Ah yes, the wish flower! " he meowed with a small gasp, letting his eyes widen as though it were the rarest treasure in the world. " The season of wish flowers will soon be upon us. Looks like Charitypaw found the very first one for you two. " He gave them a solemn, sweet nod, dipping his head as though sharing a sacred secret.

" You each get your own wish. " he said, voice rich with gentle magic. " Blow the seeds away, and they'll be whisked to StarClan. They always listen. " A small twinkle touched his gaze, the kind of expression that said he believed it, too, even after everything. And yet, as the kits giggled and clutched their flower, Swiftwatcher only watched.

He no longer made wishes for himself. There was nothing left he desired that StarClan could give back. These days, all his hopes, all his silent prayers, were for others, for their joy, their safety, their futures. That was enough. That had to be enough.

I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I'll be the bright, in black that's making you run

 

[Cricketkit Cricketkit]

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

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There was a warmth that bloomed in Cricketkit's chest when Meadowpaw assured them both, they could help. Her little chest puffed out proudly at that, chin lifted high like she was already an apprentice. Maybe even a warrior! Her eye sparkled with excitement as she began looking around again, ears perked in search of something, anything useful. ...Though she wasn't entirely sure what that something was supposed to look like. She was about to sniff at a patch of grass when--

" Are not! " she piped up suddenly, spinning around to look at Hootkit, her eye wide with playful disbelief. " You're not 500 moons old, Hoot! You're a new kit! " she chirped, the correction light and teasing, her grin friendly and warm. " I was once too! " she added proudly. But her focus snapped back to their very important mission. They were helping Meadowpaw! And that meant they had to find supplies. Her gaze darted across the area again before landing on--

Sticks. Maybe those were helpful?

Without overthinking it, she dashed over, scooping up as many as her little jaws could carry. Lifting her chin dramatically high, she marched back with the bundle, the sticks wobbling wildly in her grip. " I found this!! " she declared through the muffled mess in her mouth. " Is this helpful?! Am I helping good? " Her tail swished, clearly energized by purpose, until her eye caught on something else.

A flower.

But not just any flower. Charitypaw's flower. It looked special, delicate, like it glowed with something more than sunlight, or maybe more like moonlight? Her steps slowed as she approached, eyes wide, almost reverent. She stumbled a little, nearly tripping over her sticks, but set them down gently beside Meadowpaw before inching closer to the flower.

Wishes.

She heard it, what Charitypaw said. About wishes. And suddenly, she wasn't looking at seeds anymore. She was thinking of her mama's eyes. soft and bright, full of warmth, even in her last breath. She was thinking of her papa's voice. Of the screams. Of how small she had been. Of how helpless. Of how she never got to say thank you. Her chest squeezed tight. Too tight. Her single eye glimmered, not from joy now, but with something deeper. Heavier. Longing curled in her belly like frost, and she looked at that flower like it might answer her prayers if she just asked the right way.

Please, she wanted to say. Let me see her again. Just once. Let her know I'm okay. Let me say thank you. I'm sorry I couldn't help. I'm sorry I lived. I miss you. I miss you.

A heavy swallow. Her voice came out quieter now, softer. But certain. " Okay. " she whispered, giving a solemn nod and turning to Hootkit. " You wanna wish together? " She wiggled a little on the spot, excitement and emotion mingling in her bones. Then, with a gasp, she looked up at the older cats again, wide-eyed. " Do we say our wish out loud? " she asked, almost in a whisper. " So StarClan hears us for sure? "

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5 MOONS

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WINDCLANNER

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[SLICK]

This is a letter from the fallen, from the long forgotten
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom

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SLICK, He/Him / 15 moons / Loner (Future Windclan Warrior)
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son of UMBRA, mother unknown, Adoptive brother to SLY and SLASH
Has some issues with authority but only in the sense that his sense of morals are very strong, stubborn yet calm, almost dangerously selfless
Tagging [@]

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Ugh. This was rubbish! The gang just had to run into a group of violent rogues— and, and the scuffle had to be barged in on by those barnyard two-legs! After that, everyone scattered, all cats ran off. While with their group initially, there was an order to split off as quickly as possible to avoid the two-leg pursuit.

That's how Slick ended up in this mess further out in the wild. Out here by himself, bored out of his mind for one and in many more parts worried sick about his close friends— especially his adoptive sibling Sly and Slash, those two needed him around... At least that's what Slick told himself. Sly and Slash were older than him, probably more experienced...

Well... Well- Slick was no loser! He knew how to take care of himself, he learned a fair bit from his dad before he passed away, he also learned a fair bit from the other cats in his old gang and his adoptive siblings. Surely, he could put what he learned to good use? How else was he supposed to find them and reunite with them all? Yeah, yeah he could manage. He had to.

Wandering the flatlands beyond the farms, Slick observed some plants and he picked a pretty purple one he liked the look of, unaware of how useful he could be. It just reminded him of a memory he couldn't quite grasp. It was a deep instinct of some sort, it felt warm despite its distance. Because of that, he just liked purple, out of all colours it was his most favorite. He chose to tuck this flower in his pelt.

Walking on further, Slick almost hadn't heard some unfamiliar voices— none of them belonged to those rogues that attacked his group so that was a fantastic start. Startled back into reality, Slick realized they had walked just by this other group a good few bounces and leaps away. Far away enough to not be encroaching directly, but close enough to hear and be heard. It looked like these cats were picking flowers too, and talking about wishes?

How strange.

"Uh- Hello.

Slick finds...
x1 Meadow Saffron... (and may be persuaded to part with it)

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We're done with taking what they're giving, over faking it
And living like we're never gonna find a way but it starts

today