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hello slaves, and welcome to the first summerclan herb gathering thread under the new herb tracking system!
all information can be found HERE, but in short: cats need to find and collect herbs in roleplay to replenish stocks! keep in mind that certain herbs are more rare than others and as such will yield less, whereas more common herbs will have higher yields and cats can collect more! also please take into account your character's knowledge of herbs; a senior garden keeper will know more than a younger one, but even a young garden keeper will know more than an apprentice, whereas a warrior may not know which herbs they're looking for!
this thread will consist of sunpetal, 1-2 summerclan garden keepers/apprentices, and a nightclan warrior. Feel free to jump in with a summerclan or nightclan cat; there will be a surprise at the end of this patrol!
"We're perfectly capable of doing this without a babysitter." Though Sunpetal's fire had dwindled in recent days, exhausted after the events of the takeover, she still found enough vigor to put up some resistance when it came to their new guards. Few of her clanmates were daring to speak up after the massacre that'd taken place, but her patience for having no freedom when she was so used to going unchecked was wearing thin. SummerClan's princess rose her sharp sapphire gaze defiantly but didn't wait for a rebuke, instead turning and flicking her tail at the others. "Come on, let's get moving. It'll be difficult to find anything as is without lollygagging around waiting for it to get even darker," she grumbled, then headed deeper into the ebony woods.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 12, 2021 15:52:36 GMT -5
Perhaps any other warrior apprentice would've preferred to go hunting, but Sunpaw found herself meandering towards Sunpetal. Of course she had other friends, but frankly, her dad and the other she-cat made her feel a little safer, and with what had happened during the invasion...well she wasn't so eager to start fighting again. She was quickly at Sunpetal's heels.
"Are they always going to be like this?" she mumbled, a little more quiet and subdued than she usually would be with her firecracker attitude.
"Maybe you should find some herbs for your eyesight, if you can't see in the dark." Sagebristle's remark was offhand and snide, and she kept her distance from the others. It wasn't like she wanted to be babysitting, either. She was subbing for Phantomfox in Summerclan, and she wanted something far more exciting than picking flowers. "You mob of dirt digger hippy losers."
Doe wasn't a garden keeper, but with his paw in the state it had been since the takeover rendering him an even more dismal hunter than he usually was, he’d been unofficially reallocated to the role. Besides, the fact he’d created the rank - he could still find the odd watermint or chamomile - and had been raised in NightClan - he could find them in the dark - meant he was less useless at this than he would have been trying to kill a vole. That had to count for something.
“Oh, careful,” he replied to Sagebristle, drawing his good forepaw over his ear where he sat with his eyes closed in a purposeful show of disinterest. “You might hurt yourself trying to get a laugh. Maybe your boyfriend would give you a little pity response… where is he?” He dropped his paw and looked around; after a moment, his eyes briefly met the loyal guard’s, dislike mockingly disguised as sympathy, before he closed them again and went back to grooming. “Probably off sampling all the lovely SummerClan girls. Much less hassle.”
As soon as Sunpetal set off, he gave his ear a few more hurried swipes before following, herding Sunpaw closer to Sunpetal and away from Sagebristle with his tail without acknowledging the apprentice or the action. His head was turned away from the two she-cats, eyes half-lidded as they wandered disinterestedly over the dark woods beside them. Really, he just didn't want to leave Sunpetal's side for too long these days; as unbothered as he looked, he was terribly worried about the state of everything.
"You shouldn't be here," mumbled Sunpetal to Doefreckle, letting him snip back at Sagebristle as her eyes swept over his damaged paw, which was looking worse and worse the longer he insisted on avoiding Pinesimmer. To that effect she didn't blame him; she'd treated the minor wounds she'd picked up in the whirlwind herself, refusing to entertain the tom's sickening presence if it wasn't lifethreateningly necessary. Even then she'd probably die first.
Her own tail reached out and grazed against Sunpaw as the apprentice was herded closer to her, hoping she might offer her some comfort at the very least. "She's just mad," she commented at last, allowing herself to fixate the NightClan cat with a goading look, "that she's not good enough to be doing the important stuff. We can't all be Stormstars, can we?" A quiet venom lurked in her voice, but other than that the faux obliviousness was thick. Truthfully, Sunpetal and Sagebristle were more similar than either knew; she'd be just as gloomy and bristling were she in the other's position, hoping for acknowledgment of her skills and being relegated to menial tasks. She wouldn't give her the pleasure of knowing that.
"Sunpaw, do you remember what we're looking for?" She then asked casually.
"Stop looking for humor. I'm not making a joke," Sagebristle snipped, rolling her eyes. At the mention of Moonblight her fur puffed slightly, and her amber eyes narrowed onto Doefreckle's feet. "He's not my boyfriend. And I would watch what you say, pretty boy, or I'll gladly snap your other goddamned paws so badly you'll never walk again."
Like every threat she made, Sagebristle was mostly bark and little bite. "Obviously I'm annoyed that I have to babysit you pollen-huffing weaklings," she mumbled in response, before rolling her eyes. "And you're looking for borage, watermint, and marigold... What? It's not my fault your hearing is as poor as your eyesight," she spat when they glanced back at her. "Let the little baby apprentice help you find it and stop talking to me."
With that, Sagebristle marched a short distance away, keeping an eye on the group but distancing herself from the conversation... for now.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 14, 2021 10:55:33 GMT -5
Sunpaw looked up in intrigue at the other tom who had joined. She had seen him around a few times, but she had never spoken to him before. Now looking back, maybe she should've because he certainly did know his gossip. How did he even know the NightClan cat? What did he mean by her little boyfriend? Despite her own self preservation, or perhaps, lack thereof, her ears immediately perked up, whiskers twitching in amusement.
"How do you know she has a boyfriend?" she piped up curiously, before glancing to the grumpy tabby who had stormed off, "did she tell you? Did you catch her sneaking out with another tom?" She frowned, before looking at Doefreckle a little more closely. "You're not originally from NightClan...are you?"
Her eyes widened when she realized the implication of her words. "Oh, I don't mean it in a bad way! My friend Foxpaw's also originally from NightClan I think, and he's really cool..." She only realized the question that Sagebristle had answered had been directed to her mid-ramble. Oh right.
"I don't...actually...know a lot about herbs," she giggled weakly, glancing at the group of cats she usually would not be assigned with, having not been a garden keeper at all, "I was just sticking with you guys cos...you know..." She glanced shiftily at Sagebristle. NightClan cats were...intimidating.
There was one thing the tom wasn't going to do, and that was let Sunpaw off alone with Sagebristle. She was nearly as rabbid as Phantomfox was, and Howlingheart was still rather upset that Sunpaw had been put in danger by his ... brother of all cats. No, that simply wouldn't happen again. From now on, he'd need to keep a closer eye on her. He had promised Bermondsey that he would keep her safe, and he was going to do just that.
"Sorry for being late," the tom meowed to Sagebristle. "Stormstar added me as a late addition. He said you could use another garden keeper on the team." This was a blatant lie: Howlingheart had never spoken to Stormstar even once since the invasion, but he said it smooth enough that no one would doubt him. "Sunpetal, Doe, Sunpaw," he then greeted, resting his tail on his adoptive daughter's shoulder.
At the mention of her foster brothers name, Sagebristle let out an audible exhale of surprise, then tried to cover it with a fit of coughing and a larger distance between herself and this pack of brother-stealers. The most acknowledgement Howlingheart got from her was a shrug of her shoulders.
You shouldn’t be here. Doe touched his tail to Sunpetal’s side, a gentle moment of silent acknowledgment of her concern even if he didn’t want to talk about it that night. It was the last bit of genuine feeling, slow and grieving, before he slipped back into cheery, waspish distraction.
Doefreckle let out a scornful little giggle at her threat to snap his other paws. “Honestly, you cats see one little injury and it’s all you can make insults out of. You can try,” he added, looking back at Sagebristle and giving her chin a little flick with his tail-tip as she marched past them, “but many have already and I’m still heere~!” His voice took on an obnoxious sing-song quality at the end, following the loyal guard no matter where she went; he leaned out slightly from behind Sunpetal to watch her go.
His mood grew a little more sombre when he looked down at the apprentice, softening. He was never good at being mature but he tried to be now. “It’s obvious when you know what to look for,” he replied, his tone an odd mix of speaking to her as an equal, teaching her how to gossip like he was a mentor of the more dubious pleasures of life, while also aware he couldn’t be too much of a bad influence; he used a similar voice to speak to his daughters. “She gets all angry and defensive when you mention she might have a little puppy crush on him - and did you notice how she went red? She likes to think she’s all tough and unknowable but oh my God, she totally has the hots for him. Sorry,” he added quickly to Sunpaw, remembering again that he was talking to an apprentice - even if she was technically meant to be a warrior by now. He raised his head to look at the NightClan guard up ahead. “Too bad he doesn’t even seem to know she exists beyond a fellow soldier to patrol with.” His voice dripped with false sympathy, frowning dismally at Sagebristle’s back.
When Sunpaw started babbling about Foxpaw, Doe smiled knowingly, watching her for a moment longer before looking away. She’d work it out for herself eventually. He didn’t acknowledge Howlingheart beyond a faint glance to see who it was. The last thing he wanted was to be told off for teaching his adoptive daughter bad habits. He didn’t respond to her question about being from NightClan, half because Howlingheart arrived before he could and half because he wanted to brush it off.
Sunpetal shot the guard a disgruntled glance. "I'm not sure how Aspenstar runs NightClan, but here in SummerClan we give our apprentices the opportunities to learn. For someone trying to be aloof, you're sure quick to interrupt," she grumbled. It irked her more that Sagebristle was right than it did that she intervened.
She observed the way heat flared up into the pinks of Sagebristle's inner ears, turning them red, and smirked. If there was one thing SummerClan cats were exceptionally good at it, it was gossip, especially the petty variety. The guard could dish it out but didn't appear to do well on the receiving end of it. "I overheard Stormstar saying he would be joining the hunting patrol with Juniperdust," she snarked. She didn't know the warrior very well but neither did Sagebristle, and the emphasis on the other she-cat's name was sickeningly sweet and stuck to it like wild honey. "I remember she and her sister had a thing for the same tom and, well, Mallowmusk is still single, isn't she?" Of course, so was Juniperdust and the source of the dispute, Brackengold, nowhere to be seen, but some things were better left to the forays of a panicked mind. Sunpetal smiled innocently; she was her mother's daughter, after all, cut from the same cloth.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 20, 2021 16:18:56 GMT -5
Sunpaw was practically biting at the bit, listening to them gossip. How did Sunpetal literally know everything? She was practically making admiration heart eyes at the cat who had once saved her life and sent her into a spiraling anxiety attack after being attacked by a badger. "Who's her boyfriend?" she asked brightly, "what does he look like? Oooh, is he cute? Do you really think Juniperdust is into him? What's her type anyway?"
She was now turning to Sagebristle with that poop-eating grin. "How did you guys meet? Did you go on a date together? Are you in loooooooove?"
"He is not my boyfriend," Sagebristle snapped again, turning to Sunpaw. "We're not in love, we're just coworkers, and I couldn't care less about whether he's into dirtdiggers like Juniperdust. I-"
She cut herself off after a moment, blinking back at a spot over Sunpetal's shoulder. A mass of fireflies had drifted out of the trees, floating towards them, and the sight had stunned her into silence. Nightclan had one or two fireflies if you looked for them, but not this many, and the image of the soft lights along the trees were enough to make her forget her rage for a few moments.
Post by achromatic on Oct 21, 2021 16:12:38 GMT -5
Sunpaw was about to tease Sagebristle again, claiming that no one would say it like that if they really didn't have a boyfriend, but she was suddenly distracted by the glowing near her paws. What was that? A loud gasp left her mouth as she stumbled a few steps back. "Look!" she exclaimed brightly, before whirling around to see the mass of fireflies, floating in the air, her mouth wide in awe.
"Look Howlingheart!" she exclaimed, "the stars came down to talk to us!"
The tom let out a breathy chuckle; it had been a long time since the fireflies came out like this in mass. They danced across the sky, but the tom seemed more interested in the reaction of his adoptive kin. "Have you never seen one? They're called fireflies and sometimes if you're really still ," the tom paused, waiting for just the right moment, "you can catch them." The tom reached out his paw gently. Within a few moments, a small bug landed on his paw, and before it could realized its mistake, the tom had caught it and was showing it to Sunpaw.
Doe grinned as Sunpetal launched into her deadpan account of all of Moonblight's business in SummerClan, nodding along more because he was just enjoying her incredible talent at gossip and not because he actually knew whether anything she was saying was true. She was an inspiration, the best there was. What does he look like? Oooh, is he cute? He shrugged at Sunpaw. "He's okay. I wouldn't ba-" He suddenly darted his eyes over to Howlingnight, drawing out the 'a' of 'bang' slightly as he fought to change the word mid-sentence, "wouldn't b- wow, fireflies."
He smiled softly as the apprentice gazed around in wonder at them, a purr warming his throat for just one gentle exhalation. Watching Howlingnight with his adopted daughter made his chest ache slightly for all the moments he'd missed out on with his own children, all the bits like this he never got to experience. His thoughts wandered further back to a firefly-lit night in SpringClan long ago, and from there they drifted to baby blue eyes— Doe strengthened his smile. He wanted to feel at peace in the soft, cool breeze, among the blinking golden lights, not sad. He was so tired of always feeling sad. His paw itched to reach up and let a firefly settle on it too but he was too shy and embarrassed. Instead he sat down, looking around, the glowing spots reflecting in his eyes and lighting them up amber.
Sagebristle barely even listened to the annoying tom talking about her not-boyfriend, who was handsome, thank you very much, and perfectly bang-able. Her eyes were focused on the fireflies drifting along, her expression softened. When she wasn't busy spitting or needling someone, there was a gentleness to her features, a youthful remnant of childhood on her wide amber eyes and russet fur.
Howlingheart was saying something, and she let her gaze drop slightly, watching him interact with Sunpaw. For a long moment she remembered her own father as he'd been before he left her behind. There was a long-forgotten memory that surfaced- the first time he'd shown her how to jump from one concrete block to the next and grinned in pride when she'd gotten it right. His eyes had held the same quiet kindness that was in Howlingheart's eyes now.
Then she remembered that he'd dumped her off in the rain on a clan border and her chest cracked in two. Pain etched itself into her expression at the sight of them sitting there, happy and familial and all the things she couldn't have. Looking for a distraction, she shifted her gaze to Doefreckle, and with a start realized that he had looked up and they were both glancing at each other, registering the hurt that each of them felt at the sight of Sunpaw and Howlingheart. He was trying to hide it, and so was she, but grief recognizes grief.
How odd. Sagebristle turned away quickly, staring at a bush. What did she care if Doefreckle had his own issues, similar to hers? These cats were not supposed to be relatable or become her friends. That wasn't her job here.
Sunpetal, off to the side, observed everything with a strange detachment, the pretty wonder of the flickering bugs lost on her. It was a good thing too - jealousy flowed just beneath the surface of her gaze, envious of Howlingheart being here with Sunpaw while her own father lay wounded in camp - as she could redirect her energy towards noting the way Sunpaw was entranced and Doefreckle was ever so slightly more hindered by the light. Maybe.... maybe that meant... Her attention shifted to Sagebristle, but before the other she-cat could register her stare, she turned away.
"I'm going to keep looking," she mumbled, excusing herself, both as a measure of protecting herself from the layers of her control peeling away and to get a moment to collect her thoughts. She was quick to disappear into the surrounding brush, lost to the darkness on the other side, but the path she was now following felt more obvious than it would in the daylight.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 26, 2021 18:21:02 GMT -5
Sunpaw was more distracted by the fireflies than the actual mission they were on, with a gleeful skip and a bright laugh, she was almost like a kit, her tail waving high in the air like a flag as she crouched, leaping towards a firefly that had landed close to Howlingheart's haunches, before leaping to try to catch another. If this had been a hunting patrol, she'd have surely scared all the prey away...yet there didn't seem to be a problem when they were hunting for herbs. She laughed as one fluttered right out of her paws, before she leaped towards another, miscalculating her step and slamming right into Sagebristle with a squeak of surprise, rolling a few steps away, as she landed on her back.
She stared at the other cat for a moment, before breaking out into a fit of giggles at the pollen that was now dusting the she-cat. Sunpaw sneezed, before glancing up towards the flowers. In the darkness, she couldn't make out the colours like she could in the day, but the familiar shape...she could remember something...
"Hey Sunpetal?" she called out, "is this...what's this flower called? Marigold?"
Doefreckle watched Sunpetal go with a quiet, worried look in his eyes; he wanted to go after her but after all the anxious fretting he'd been doing over her wellbeing and state of mind since the takeover, he wanted to give her space. Instead, slowly, his head turned back to Sagebristle. He didn't want to betray Sunpetal, but his heart had ached at the sadness in the NightClan she-cat's eyes. So, finally gathering up the courage, he picked his way through the fireflies floating between them all like lanterns and sat beside her. The beads of golden light felt like a faint curtain between the two of them and the rest of the patrol distracted by playing with them; sitting separate, they felt heavy and silent compared to the easy joy of Sunpaw and Howlingnight. He watched them for a moment, blinking through the fireflies, before he finally turned to Sagebristle and told her with a softness that didn't sound as reluctant or stubborn as he felt, "for what it's worth, I'm sorry for teasing you. It was a low thing to pick on."
Doe, treacherously, had begun to almost feel at home with NightClan living among them and the new living arrangements. As much as he hated his birth Clan, and as terrible as the circumstances were now, it was also strangely healing to be forced back into the life he had run from when he was little more than an apprentice. He liked living in the dark, the scents of SummerClan that smelled so different at night; he was beginning to think of these cats, reluctant jailers though they were, as friends; he was getting used to this new life. He hated them — he wanted them out — but he also wanted them to stay, for things to go on as they were now. He was starting to love and get attached to it. It made him feel like a guilty traitor. At Sunpaw's call, Doe looked over his shoulder at the dark undergrowth where Sunpetal had disappeared before looking back at the flower; it was marigold, but he wouldn't take the moment from Sunpetal by answering for her.
