GRASPING - open; collecting herbs

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    The woman took some time to herseld today, to just settle and look around the territory on her own. Figuring out where the best herbs were that she could find and collect. Marigold seemed to be in abundance and that was a good thing. Their ponds had horsetail within them as well as water mint. Each had their uses that she could collect when necessary and she had already stripped some to bring back to the den that she was slowly becoming used to. This territory was odd, less marsh like but it was comfortable. There was less returning home chilled to the bone and having to drag oneself through the mud. Stepping lightly through the brush she wondered if she should also take this moment to visit the border they shared with Darkclan. Perhaps she would do so later and her paws shifted, carrying her through the brush and back towards camp. The day was still young and now she was debating on if she needed another set of paws soon to help collect and also to learn. But this was a phase in her life that she didn't know how to approach. Starclan had given Oliveslip a sign, would they give her one too?

    TAGS ☆彡 he was thankful that starclan had gifted them a territory with less marsh to it. he knew if he repeated such a thing to some of the elders, he might get his ear cuffed, but it was the truth. the former skyclanner had never had to deal with marsh, after all, before coming here. yawning to himself, the blue tabby would stretch quietly, eyes hazily drifting over camp, in a rather melancholic manner. it was only then, did he spot snownight. you looking for something? he'd ask the other politely, head tilting (naturally) in curiosity at the other.






    ❝ But we're a million worlds apart.... ❞

    — Firedawn, Warrior of Shadowclan

    tags — storage — plotting — main


    "Snownight, Winterpaw, Hello!" Firedawns' tender meow would sound from not far away and the red Somali could be seen resting in front of the warriors den. Her feathery tail would wave in further greeting as she purred, "exploring the territory today? Beautiful day for it." The senior warrior would push herself into a sitting position, thought something about her seemed off. As if her movements were sluggish and almost achy, but otherwise the warrior appeared fine.