Post by Storm on Jul 25, 2019 21:45:20 GMT
Finchtuft
IvyClan | Medicine Cat Apprentice | She-Cat | 61 Moons | Heterosexual
Blocky paws treaded through the forest, stepping cautiously over pebbles and larger rocks as the stocky she-cat neared the creek. Her steps were louder, almost as if she was purposefully stomping with every stride. Finchtuft's stocky body was tense and she radiated her agitation. The calico grumbled through a jowl-full of cobwebs she had carefully wrapped in a large leaf. As she reached the streams edge she paused, her stubby tail pointed upward as a kind breeze broke the stagnant heat beating down on her little supply run patrol. She eyed the receded waterline with her light blue gaze as she dipped her head to lower the package she held to the ground. A sigh passed her now freed lips as she glanced around and back at the feline nearest her.
With the heat it was no surprise MothClan caught on fire, with their garbage territory they were lucky it hadn't happened more often. The traitors could burn for all I care, she knew her thoughts were against her role... Now she was supposed to help anyone in need, but it didn't mean she resented them less.
RootClan was overcome with rats. They crawled up from their holes just as the tribe had wandered down from their mountain to wreak havoc on the clans. A taste of their own actions that they well deserved in her opinion and the cats that had left their home clans to join the new one as well.
She'd do as Lilydawn had told her, the older ex-warrior would just do it begrudgingly. She'd been sent out, with help, to pick up extra supplies should MistClan and its refugees reach out to Ivyclan for additional support. Despite the fact she knew it was her mentors job to lookout for all the felines of the forest, Finchtuft still couldn't wrap her mind around why she was so eager to help the other clans. If it was her, she'd have waited until they begged for her assistance.
Knowing she'd feel better if she just focused on the task she was given she shrugged off her own disdain. She had gather cobwebs for rat bits and burn wounds, they could still use more though with the number of cats that were likely injured. What else had she needed? Ah, things for infections which were sure to set in, she could look for borage in the forest, feverfew and marigold near the stream edge. Oh, burdock root as well, but she didn't want to dig particularly. That was why she had help right? "Anyone mind getting their paws dirty and digging some roots up for me?" she glanced down the side of their thin stream and spotted the tall dark leaves, "Over there's a good patch of what I need." she mewed pointing her nose in the direction.
Notes: Liquid time- Far enough ahead that Ivyclan has grown aware of the misfortunes MothClan and RootClan have experienced and know MistClan is helping the refugees.
IvyClan | Medicine Cat Apprentice | She-Cat | 61 Moons | Heterosexual
Blocky paws treaded through the forest, stepping cautiously over pebbles and larger rocks as the stocky she-cat neared the creek. Her steps were louder, almost as if she was purposefully stomping with every stride. Finchtuft's stocky body was tense and she radiated her agitation. The calico grumbled through a jowl-full of cobwebs she had carefully wrapped in a large leaf. As she reached the streams edge she paused, her stubby tail pointed upward as a kind breeze broke the stagnant heat beating down on her little supply run patrol. She eyed the receded waterline with her light blue gaze as she dipped her head to lower the package she held to the ground. A sigh passed her now freed lips as she glanced around and back at the feline nearest her.
With the heat it was no surprise MothClan caught on fire, with their garbage territory they were lucky it hadn't happened more often. The traitors could burn for all I care, she knew her thoughts were against her role... Now she was supposed to help anyone in need, but it didn't mean she resented them less.
RootClan was overcome with rats. They crawled up from their holes just as the tribe had wandered down from their mountain to wreak havoc on the clans. A taste of their own actions that they well deserved in her opinion and the cats that had left their home clans to join the new one as well.
She'd do as Lilydawn had told her, the older ex-warrior would just do it begrudgingly. She'd been sent out, with help, to pick up extra supplies should MistClan and its refugees reach out to Ivyclan for additional support. Despite the fact she knew it was her mentors job to lookout for all the felines of the forest, Finchtuft still couldn't wrap her mind around why she was so eager to help the other clans. If it was her, she'd have waited until they begged for her assistance.
Knowing she'd feel better if she just focused on the task she was given she shrugged off her own disdain. She had gather cobwebs for rat bits and burn wounds, they could still use more though with the number of cats that were likely injured. What else had she needed? Ah, things for infections which were sure to set in, she could look for borage in the forest, feverfew and marigold near the stream edge. Oh, burdock root as well, but she didn't want to dig particularly. That was why she had help right? "Anyone mind getting their paws dirty and digging some roots up for me?" she glanced down the side of their thin stream and spotted the tall dark leaves, "Over there's a good patch of what I need." she mewed pointing her nose in the direction.
Notes: Liquid time- Far enough ahead that Ivyclan has grown aware of the misfortunes MothClan and RootClan have experienced and know MistClan is helping the refugees.
