𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁.
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abandoned as a helpless kit and left to the mercy of the wild, hollyhockfang's early life was marked by solitude and struggle. found and nurtur...
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a gelid gale brushed past a patrol of cats that padded through the territory, faint paw-prints pressed into the ground behind them as they travelled across the frost-laced grass.
brindlefur walked ahead of the group, sided by her apprentice flypaw, hollyhockfang following close behind, and softbeetle walked just a few bounds to the right of them.
their task, while somber and demanding, was well needed. the clan had grown dramatically over the moon, and herbs were essential. brindlefur stalked the territory with her eyes widened for any sight or smell of herbs. although a icy grip clutched the whole of the territory, frost-stricken crevices would serve as a perfect dwelling for what they needed. the icy cloak offered a perfect refuge for numerous hardy herbs.
❝ i'm sorry either of you didn't get picked for a hunt patrol, with your peers, ❞ the medicine she-cat said with a gentle mew.
hollyhockfang glanced towards softbeetle, who, by the looks of it, was away with the fairies. he turned back to brindlefur and bounded closer to her.
❝ it's fine. i don't mind these patrols. they can be relaxing, ❞ he purred.
the coloured cat smiled widely at the warrior tom who strode beside her, and she gently leaned in her nose to touch his shoulder.
❝ softbeetle, ❞ brindlefur snapped her jaws to get the she-cat to snap out of her daydream. ❝ i told you what herbs we are looking for. please keep focused. i don't want to go back empty-mouthed, ❞
hollyhockfang sprawled out a mental note of what the medicine cat had said to them before they all parted from camp.
comfrey: for the elders, burdock root: for possible ice related injuries for the busy warriors who hunt and serve whisperclan, and feverfew: for any chills or fevers the cats may be damned with due to the cold.
the moon floated over-head, casting a chilling glow upon the land the patrol walked, lighting a path for them as they paraded through the moistened mud and grime in an attempt to find what they were on the lookout for.
❝ up there! ❞ flypaw chirped, bounding up ahead and running alongside the embankment of the river that sliced through the earth and divided the whole of the territory in two.
in the dimmed light of the moon, hollyhockfang just about made out the bright yellow bud of feverfew, scalloped, dark-green leaves that lined it's stalk. and, upon further inspection, the warriors whiskers twitched as the plants tangy smell tickled at the back of his throat, and caused him to splutter slightly.
❝ good job flypaw! ❞ called brindlefur. the she-cat had sharply stalked away from them, her attention focused on a pile of sticks shyly sheltered under a bush. thankfully, they were dry.
flypaw sauntered over towards brindlefur with his head held high and freshly plucked plants on his teeth.
❝ i found some sticks. they'll be useful to have just laying around, for any broken bones to come ❞ the medicine cat's sentence was muffled greatly by the wooden objects in her hold.
