Ghost’Limb||Fernclan Camp||QuillPaw

Ghost’Limb notices that QuillPaw is drawing the lump of moss in Her muzzle and can’t help but wonder. He limps his way over to her with a curious look. “You alright? Do you need some help? I could make you a new nest.” Ghost’Limb offered with a small grin.

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Quillpaw's ears perk, head swiveling to see who was talking to her. She drops the moss lump, smiling politely at the other.

"Hi Ghostlimb!" She chirps pleasantly, practically the poster child of an enthusiastic apprentice. "Oh no, I couldn't bother you. I can replace it, but thank you for the offer!" She then pauses for a moment, before adding on. "Since Im already going to get some more moss, would you like some? I wouldn't mind, it's an apprentices duty to do moss changes after all!"

Changing moss nests was admittedly, a pretty unsavory task. The taste of old moss in her mouth was gross, and scraping up enough of it to form a nest was quite time consuming. Regardless, she did it anyway. Anything to help out the members of her clan, even with something as small as that.

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𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚊 | 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 | 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛

The silky, long-coated feline subconsciously emitted a fairly hushed sigh due to the primarily dark-coated healer’s sheepish comment; however, the alluring rouge maintained a strikingly tranquil demeanor prior to redirecting her dull amber and cobalt blue gaze towards the forest cat and communicating. "Alright then, I’ll say the basics: when hunting mice, you must be light on your paws; otherwise, the prey will sense the vibration on the ground. Now, the majority of hollows have an escape tunnel that leads to denser vegetation, so you’ll go over there to the exit located near the thorn bushes, and once I tap on the ground, the mouse will try to run, but you’ll have to capture it, understood?" The average-sized, stocky she-cat inquired in a hushed tone that caused the previous sentences to appear practically inaudible.

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Ghost’Limb||Camp||QuillPaw

“Oh no need, youngling. I can get my own thank you. I understand how it’s such a difficult task.” Ghost’Limb said as the warrior dipped his head to the apprentice. “Is there anything you might need besides your bedding?” Ghost’Limb inquired with a curious look. “Maybe something to eat to get some of the nasty moss taste out of your mouth?”

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Shadeflower |western Fernclan territory| Freya

She nodded a little bit of nerves prickling in her as she listened to Freya her nerves started to look towards the hallows and the tree. She was unsure if she would really be able to catch a mouse or even learn how to hunt. What if someone came and found them? What if she messed up and did it wrong and embarrassed herself? She sighed softly more concerned that someone from the clan would come find them and she would be in trouble. But if she was able to catch the mouse and bring it back to replace the one she gave to Freya she would feel much better.

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Quillpaw was quite used to cats not really needing anything from her. They could, after all, get most things she offered for themselves. So she wasn't too miffed about that.

"Oh no, I'll get a drink of water afterwards. Helps wash the taste out." The yucky moss taste was a universal thing for everycat, unless you were a kittypet who slept on...well whatever it was called.

"Is there anything I can get you while I'm out?" She says, pressing further into helping, but trying to not be too pushy. No one liked a pushy cat, so she had to trend lightly as to not be obnoxious.

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𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚊 | 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 | 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛

The silky, long-coated feline permitted herself to obtain a deep breath of fresh air in order to soothe her mindset, subconsciously glancing at the primarily dark-coated forest cat prior to redirecting her bi-colored gaze and leisurely elevating a single forepaw. This was soon followed by the action of abruptly striking the soil located at the entrance of the miniature burrow, promptly placing herself in front of the hollow to prevent the prey from ruining the plan.

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Ghost’Limb didn’t seem to mind QuillPaw asking anything. “Well.. My stomach has started to hurt recently. So maybe some chervil root or juniper would be excellent. It doesn’t hurt bad but I can’t risk anything.” Ghost’Limb said with gratitude. “If you can get either of those that would be amazing.” Ghost’Limb added before saying a thank you in gratitude.

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Honeystep | warrior | camp | Foxeye

The tom would be lying if he had said that he hadn't noticed the clearly visible Foxeye looking around camp. What caught him off guard was that she came up to him so seemingly relaxed. He sat up quickly, embarrassed that he had been just laying there for so long. Honeystep's voice was raspy when he spoke, having just eaten.

"Oh, Foxeye. Good afternoon, I'm doing alright. I mean, the shade is nice and it's not too warm, so really I'm doing pretty well. How about you?", he tipped his head to the side as he made the question.

Honeystep offered the other cat a smile and waited, now with his tail curling across his front paws, for her to answer.

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Shadeflower |western Fernclan territory| Freya

She took a nice deep breath as the mice ran out towards her. Following what Freya had said or maybe just by luck she actually managed to catch two of the mice. The she cat looked very proud of herself as she looked down at the mice she had just caught.”I actually caught one.” She said quietly as she now looked back towards Freya.

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Her ears pricked, an enthusiastic look crossing her face. Finally! Something to do! She could absolutely do that!

"I'll fetch those for you in two shakes of a mouses tail!" She chirps, waving her tail to mimic a mouses.

Feeling like she's been renewed with purpose, Quillpaw hauls her old bedding out of camp to dispose of, Ghostlimb's words echoing in her mind. Chervil root or juniper. Hmm. She wasn't in the medicine cats den too often, so her knowledge of herbs was very limited. But juniper, she could do. She remembers Foxeye teaching her about hunting, and how, when finding prey, you should always consider checking locations where they forage for food at. Prey like rabbits and mice ate juniper berries, so if she found a bush, she'd be all set! And oh, wouldn't Shadeflower be pleased if she brought back some herbs for her as well? Two cats in one go, she was on a roll!.

Bedding forgotten, Quillpaw sets off immediately to find a bush, treating this as though it was a quest from Starclan.

It takes some time, but she eventually finds a bush full of berries. She stares hard at it, surveying the ground. Well, it's more like she's burying her nose in the earth, catching a few whiffs of prey, scent stale. Okay! So this was probably it then, like maybe right?

Having no idea how to harvest it, Quillpaw decides the best course of action is to just rip off a stem and get a whole bunch. The process is easier said then done, with the branches jabbing her in the muzzle repeatedly, and her teeth aren't meant for snapping branches. But she manages, and the end result makes each jab worth it.

Brushing her muzzle off, Quillpaw proudly carries it to camp, having to lift her head so it didn't drag against the ground.

"Mm ack!" She says, voice slightly distorted due to her haul. But she scampers over to Ghostlimb, dropping it down and looking up at him eagerly. "Here! I got a bunch, so Shadeflower could use the ones you don't need."

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“Oh this is great.” Ghost’Limb said with a grin, tipping his hat on his head. “I’m sure whatever I have left won’t go unused. Thank you so much.” Ghost’Limb added with reassurance. Ghost’Limb took a sniff of the berries before they used them, eating the berries to hopefully overtime sooth their aching stomach. Ghost’Limb did this while muttering a small ‘good job’ as he was chewing.

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Foxeye | Fernclan Camp | Honeystep

“Yes, it’s a lovely day out so far.” Foxeye agreed, looking around at the camp. The sun had risen high enough to finally bring some real light into the area. She turned her focus back to Honeystep, taking a seat. “I’m doing alright. I’m itching to go out of camp and stretch my legs now that the fog has lifted.” Foxeye wasn’t a fan of the early mornings in the forest. The air was already brisk and the thick fog only made it more unwelcoming to the short furred she-cat. Speaking of going out, she would have to take Quillpaw with her as well. Where was her apprentice? “Have you seen Quillpaw today?”

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§ Flipwing | tom | hetero. | 38 m. | location; camp | tags; Fishsnout, Froststar §

Hearing the voice of his leader Flipwing lifted his large head, turning his orange gaze on Froststar he caught a flash of worry cross his face before disappearing; taking not but not bothering to comment on it he rose to his paws "oh, is she not in her den? I could have sworn I just saw her" Flipwing replied with an ear flick before he turned to Fishsnout who seemed to be dozing, rolling his eyes he pushed the smaller tom awake "have you seen Shadeflower? she isn't in her den" he demanded.


∆ Fishsnout | tom | bi. | 38 m. | location; camp | tags; Flipwing, Froststar ∆

The lanky tom jumped to his paws, startled from being woken up he whipped around ready to give Flipwing a piece of his mind but quickly stopped as he spotted Froststar standing beside him; instead he smiled widely as he listed to his brother's question. Fishsnout pondered this for a moment before a memory flashed in his head of seeing the young medicine cat "oh yes I've seen her, she came into camp a few moments ago before grabbing something from the freshkill pile before taking off out of camp" he stated proudly as though he were an apprentice catching their first piece of prey, unaware of the worry coming from his leader and now his older brother.

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Froststar | Fernclan Camp | Fishsnout & Flipwing

Grabbed prey from the fresh kill pile and left? Froststar was, to say the least, confused. He wanted to follow her scent and figure out where she had gone off to, but Riverstrike had just left to take Zing and Zang home. The tom swished his tail in annoyance, this was such a strange day indeed. “Thank you both, although that just makes me have more questions.” Froststar replied with a sigh. He sat down, delicately placing his fluffy tail over his paws. “Would either of you be willing to go on a border patrol to the Eastern border? You can take another cat or two of your choice of course. I just feel as if our borders may need some extra patrolling today.” Froststar felt comfortable sending a small patrol to the East. Aldergrove and Badgerpaw were already out to the West and Riverstrike was heading North. He would announce the Southern Border being off limits later, but for now the only area that hadn’t been patrolled was the East.

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