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Post by Ferntrail on Nov 29, 2018 21:45:35 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
Ferntrail hadn’t spent as much time in camp as she should have. She really should have been helping everyone set up, and she had done everything she could to start with… but when it had become all physical labour she hadn’t really had anything to do. Ferntrail had took it upon herself to become the unofficial scouter of Shadowclan, exploring what herbs she could find in and out of her territory.
In the old territory Medicine Cats could go wherever they pleased and for Ferntrail that was still the same. Of course she wouldn’t go trapezing into The Tower’s camp, but she refused to be stuck just in Shadowclan territory. Thinking about exploring, her and Fawnstep would have to find a new place for the ‘Moon Pool’ Ferntrail knew it was out there, she could feel a tug that she just somehow knew if she followed it she would end up somewhere, maybe not a Moon Pool but somewhere they could at least communicate with Starclan.
That wasn’t why she was on this expedition, though, she was trying to find herbs. She didn’t know what the marsh lands had to offer her, but she kept sniffing around, unaware she was heading towards Windclan’s new territory.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2018 21:53:38 GMT -5
BadgerFrost lay in some underbrush, hidden almost completely by the dark green plants when he heard footsteps approaching. The tom gave a playful grin and puffed up his chest, standing up and putting on a tough expression, "Who goes there! Friend of foe!" he called to the other cat, tail lashing side to side as his dark pelt blended well with the darkness of the marsh. "I hope your your sake it's friend!" |
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Post by Ferntrail on Nov 29, 2018 22:28:05 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
Ferntrail was definitely not expecting a cat to jump out at her, nonetheless to passively aggressively threaten her. ”I am Ferntrail, Medicine cat of Shadowclan… So neither friend nor foe” squinting at his dark pelt she couldn’t help but shake her head. Ferntrail was a good above inches above the average cat height and could probably sit on this tom. Just because she was Medicine Cat didn’t mean she also couldn’t fight.
She’d learnt how to fight on the city streets and if this tom physically threatened her she wouldn’t be afraid to fight dirty with him. It didn’t need to come down to that, so she barely processed that thought before giving him a smile. He was probably just one of those cocky, good-looking toms that thought they owned the world.
”May I point out this is neutral territory, and although we are close to the Windclan border I would not suggest threatening any of Shadowclan warriors, they will not be as forgiving or as willing to ignore your threat as I was” she meowed in a polite tone, her tufted tail waving back and forth in the air.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2018 22:37:10 GMT -5
BadgerFrost's ears folded and he un-puffed, ears folding, "Well someone doesn't know how to take a joke.." he muttered, stepping out of the brush and shaking his fur, getting a couple leaves off him and grooming where they had been. The she-cat didn't scare him in the slightest, just because she was tall didn't mean he would just roll over and die if they fought. Plus she was a med-cat, so she it was her job to help cats or something. He looked up at her, raising his tail and flashing her a big ol smile. Maybe if she'd at least be smart enough to know he wasn't about to smack her, "BadgerFrost, at your service" |
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Post by Ferntrail on Nov 29, 2018 22:54:27 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
Ferntrail raised a kitty-brow at the mumbling, catching a few words. ”Sorry if I took your joke too seriously, but you should be careful. After spending more than a couple moons together Shadowclan and Windclan want to rip each other to shreds” she dipped her head in his direction ”I’m sorry if I offended you, It really would be nice to get to know you” Her fluffy face tilting slightly as she studied him.
”Badgerfrost is a nice name” It was, she had heard some names that just made you cringe inside. Some of the rogues in the city liked to call themselves things like ‘Death’ or ‘Skull’ The clans naming system is just way more sensible in general. Realising she had been letting the silence go on between them she continued walking, flicking her tail ”Would you mind coming with me while I walked? I know it isn’t your job but I found a few herbs I reckon Fawnstep might find useful… and we can chat along the way”
Making her way through the swampy terrain she flicked her green gaze to him ”So what do you think of the new territory? And this Tower group?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2018 23:05:16 GMT -5
The grey tom-cat tilted his head a bit, "Need help carrying some, or you just want the company?" he asked as he watched her close, eyes seemingly glued to her. She's was surely weird, but it wasn't so bad, at least she wasn't being a butt on a stick anymore. "I can come with you, I don't really have anything I gotta do" he smiled, tail giving a flick. However the questions caused a pause. His ears lowering every so slightly, glancing to the side, "The territories are nice and all, but I don't trust those Tower cats at all... they act strange, at least I think they do" |
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Post by Ferntrail on Nov 29, 2018 23:15:53 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
”I’d really just prefer some company, but I will give you some herbs that you can take back to your clan!” These new territories were teeming with life and it seemed like such a waste to leave them rotting out here, when another clan could be using them. ”Just a gift of friendship from me towards your clan. I will always put my clan first but If you are ever in need of help, don’t hesitate to ask me”
When she mentioned the Towers he was instantly wary, and rightfully so. ”They definitely aren’t like the clans, but they haven’t hurt us. As long as we are polite and don’t make any hostile steps towards them I think they will leave us alone… Although I would always keep on your toes around them” She shook her head ”What’s the new Windclan camp like? I never went to Windclan camp or territory before but considering how amazing the new Shadowclan territory is I’m guessing it’s similar.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2018 23:41:21 GMT -5
"It's beautiful, probably good place if there were a fight, though I guess those tower cats probably know the place well... it's full of twists and turns, easy to get lost in there, I'm still learning my way around it if I'm honest" he purred as he walked close to FernTrail, his head down in thought, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to bring stuff back" |
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Post by Ferntrail on Nov 30, 2018 23:32:16 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
”I’m supposed to be the diplomatic and peaceful one, so don’t say you got these ideas from me… The Towers definitely know every inch of land they gave you, so change it up. If tensions rise, block of tunnels you think they’ll use and make traps in the other ones that only your clan knows where they are. The Towers were merciful on us but if they are the type of group to have temper tantrums when they don’t get what they want, they could easily take us out. It’s feeding into their cockiness that will give us a chance to survive in the future” After speaking for so long she quieted up, focusing on sniffing the ground for herbs.
Despite the rocky start, this tom wasn’t exactly horrible. He had been joking when he had frightened her and obviously hadn’t expected her to take it so personally. Her debate on this tom was halted as the smell of Comfrey caught her attention. ”This way!” after another deep inhale she managed to locate where it was, the green plant that was decorated with purple flowers sitting on a patch of dryer grass, next to a larger body of water. Increasing her speed to a sprint she approached the water without hesitation, springing over it and onto the dry bank next to plant. ”Ahah! Comfrey”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2018 1:09:48 GMT -5
BadgerFrost nodded along with everything she said, that was until she suddenly dove for a comfrey. When she had plucked it, he flattened his ears, leaning closer to her and hesitantly sniffing the strange plant. It would help in the long run if he knew the scent of these things. "What does it do? I've never really been to the med den before, I just know some stuff that's in there..." |
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Post by Ferntrail on Dec 2, 2018 0:02:15 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
”Comfrey! Well it-it” Ferntrail’s excited voice ceased, her face wracked with embarrassment and thought. ”Well-Well it-” Oh Starclan! Why couldn’t she remember what it does. ”I-I don’t remember” she huffed, looking away from him. Ferntrail lowered herself onto her haunches, then stomach, glaring at the plant. ”Comfrey… What does Comfrey do?” she mused aloud, although her tone was rather frustrated.
Maybe if she kept talking it’d come back to her. ”You see- I never had a mentor or anything. Starclan told me the use of every herb, but I have to think and try and remember what it’s for… And then practice it until I actually remember it” She sounded miserable, her eyes looked on the plant ”Just give me a moment, It’ll come to me” The Medicine Cat flashed her intelligent emerald eyes on him for a brief second, before returning her stare at the plant ”Tell me about the herbs you do know, and how you learnt them… It’s interesting that a warrior knows information about herbs”
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