Post by ame on May 10, 2016 4:22:51 GMT
He moved not with a sense of urgency, but purpose, his paws carrying him with long strides across the territory. A recent rainfall left the ground soggy and the dark pines dripping. For warriors, it might have been a bane. For Crowpaw, it was more a blessing. Shriveling herbs always seemed to perk up after a newleaf rain, and roots became that much easier to dig out of the ground.
He paused briefly on the thick roots of a pine tree, assessing his next move. Their need for herbs wasn’t pressing- Sparrowpelt simply wanted him to gather a couple here and there, and check on some others to ensure they were still growing strong. A simple task. Crowpaw merely needed to decide where he would start. The marshes were appealing, but he was already here in the pines…
A raindrop slid off one of the green needles, landing right on his ear. He flicked it sharply, looking upwards at the branches with a disdainful expression. You’ve decided for me, then. The marshes it is.
He set off again at a steady pace, mentally reciting the exact herbs Sparrowpelt had mentioned to him that morning. The list wasn’t long- extra poppy seeds, some tansy, some burdock root-
A gust of wind flattened his fur, but the scent it carried abruptly interrupted his thoughts. Blood. Crowpaw had become intimately familiar with that smell over the moons, and it never truly did bode well.
Without any thought of hesitation, he picked up his pace, not a sprint but a definite jog as he followed the scent. He couldn’t tell who it was- the rain and wetness must be masking it. For a brief second, the tom was forced to consider what if it was a rogue or loner, injured on their territory. ShadowClan had more than their fair share with them, after all. Crowpaw had a hard time imagining himself sacrificing herbs for a crowd that was causing them so much trouble.
But luckily he soon heard voices, quickly followed by their emerging forms- Blossompaw and Webpaw. The medicine cat apprentice could tell now that, at the very least, no one was on the verge of dying. It took a lot of weight off of his shoulders to know that, and he approached the duo with an expression of mixed concern and amusement.
"playing rough, are we?" he asked, glancing from one apprentice to the other.
No, nothing too threatening... he mused to himself silently as he surveyed the damage. we can probably treat it with some nearby herbs, no need to go all the way back to camp and pester Sparrowpelt.
Sparrowpelt... Crowpaw was sure she'd forgive his lateness with those herbs she'd asked him to collect. even if it was minor, treating wounds was important, lest infection set in.
TAGGED: Shiny feeling kinda blue
WORDS: 492
NOTES: late post is late, my bad! also crow grows snarkier with every passing day
He paused briefly on the thick roots of a pine tree, assessing his next move. Their need for herbs wasn’t pressing- Sparrowpelt simply wanted him to gather a couple here and there, and check on some others to ensure they were still growing strong. A simple task. Crowpaw merely needed to decide where he would start. The marshes were appealing, but he was already here in the pines…
A raindrop slid off one of the green needles, landing right on his ear. He flicked it sharply, looking upwards at the branches with a disdainful expression. You’ve decided for me, then. The marshes it is.
He set off again at a steady pace, mentally reciting the exact herbs Sparrowpelt had mentioned to him that morning. The list wasn’t long- extra poppy seeds, some tansy, some burdock root-
A gust of wind flattened his fur, but the scent it carried abruptly interrupted his thoughts. Blood. Crowpaw had become intimately familiar with that smell over the moons, and it never truly did bode well.
Without any thought of hesitation, he picked up his pace, not a sprint but a definite jog as he followed the scent. He couldn’t tell who it was- the rain and wetness must be masking it. For a brief second, the tom was forced to consider what if it was a rogue or loner, injured on their territory. ShadowClan had more than their fair share with them, after all. Crowpaw had a hard time imagining himself sacrificing herbs for a crowd that was causing them so much trouble.
But luckily he soon heard voices, quickly followed by their emerging forms- Blossompaw and Webpaw. The medicine cat apprentice could tell now that, at the very least, no one was on the verge of dying. It took a lot of weight off of his shoulders to know that, and he approached the duo with an expression of mixed concern and amusement.
"playing rough, are we?" he asked, glancing from one apprentice to the other.
No, nothing too threatening... he mused to himself silently as he surveyed the damage. we can probably treat it with some nearby herbs, no need to go all the way back to camp and pester Sparrowpelt.
Sparrowpelt... Crowpaw was sure she'd forgive his lateness with those herbs she'd asked him to collect. even if it was minor, treating wounds was important, lest infection set in.
TAGGED: Shiny feeling kinda blue
WORDS: 492
NOTES: late post is late, my bad! also crow grows snarkier with every passing day
