MURDER IN THE CITY [ skyy ] May 27, 2016 13:45:14 GMT
Post by lord wolfscream✰ on May 27, 2016 13:45:14 GMT
skyy and her socksSandwisp carries herself across the moor as if she is floating, her paws light and her weight pressed in such a way that gives her a bounding appearance even in her shorter strides. The wild grass around her bend and straightens with the breeze, shifting through waves of dark and light green in a ceaseless ebb and flow; it's all thick and tall now in the latter half of newleaf, and while fresh-kill is in no short stock, greenleaf would bring even more to hide within the stalks of grass. StarClan typically blesses their territory with an abundance of prey in the warm season and even well into leaf-fall; she expects the coming seasons to be no different.
In the she-cat's jaws, however, is not any hare or mouse, but the thick, leafy stalk of a milkweed plant. It has just begun to bloom, its bushel of buds towards its top having started to open and reveal the rosy and white petals of its small flowers. She is careful not to seal her fangs too roughly however, as milkweed when ingested could prove to for a wildly upset stomach and rather poisonous when ingested in larger doses. She knows, however, that the broad-leaf plant is good for sores and some burns, and, being that she had secured it from near its root, it would provide multiple uses for WindClan's medicine cat.
When she enters camp, a few turn her way, a couple making faces. Sandwisp hardly pays any notice; this would not be the first time she has returned from an outing without fresh-kill, herbs in maw. She finds that opportunity in any form should be taken advantage of; this case in particular having been the capture of the milkweed stalk. And, what's more, herbs are a little easier to seize being that they do not have the capacity to flee on sight. Sandwisp passes into the familiar den, slowing her airy gait to a halt as she glances around for a familiar, dark silhouette with her jade eyes. Setting the rather comically large stalk at her paws, the slightly ticked warrior curls her tail and perks her ears up curiously.
"Beetleberry? I've brought something for you." She calls, hoping that it is he present and not his apprentice Flurrypaw. Not that she has a problem with the latter, but she would prefer the former.
ooc: something to get these two started! <3