Warrior Cats Roleplay with Zoketi [Private]

[Iri]

[xDD Me too. And yes, my muse is dying too. -Revives muse with potion of magicalness-]

"Okay," Lilypaw mewed, following him. With the rain, the herbs would probably be healthy but at the same time some may have been washed away or over-watered. She avoided especially wet patches of earth, making sure not to hold Bluestrike up by getting her little white paws stuck in the mud. Her eyes narrowed slightly. It was slightly foggy around the trees, perhaps because of the rain. She squinted to see any marigold plants or celandine. Celandine was an herb for injured eyes, she recalled.

[Zoketi]

[ cx Ugh lol. I'm packing for college. I move in on Wednesday. -soscared- ]

The thick-haired medicine cat weaved out through the territory, his expression grim. It was soggy everywhere, and he hoped not all the herbs had been damaged by the torrential rains. His stock was low as he hadn't been out in the territory as much as he'd liked to because of said rain, and he was worried that he wouldn't be able to find all that they needed. Noticing a clump of marigold ahead, he strode towards it to inspect it. Unfortunately, it looked withered and sick--sitting right in a swampy area was probably why. Bluestrike sighed, pawing at the drowned plant.

[Iri]

[Noo! That's coincidental, my older sister is heading to college on Wednesday too.]

Lilypaw gazed at the herb. She hoped rain hadn't destroyed anything else. Knowing how much devastation the floods caused, however, she guessed that most of the herbs would be drowned. She nudged a clump of poppy seeds in a rather soggy poppy head and realized they were overly damp and withered as well. She sighed inwardly. Was there one herb in the entire mooring that wasn't sick and drowned?

[Zoketi]

[ooh lol. cx ]

He glanced at his apprentice, also spotting the drooping poppy and shaking his head in irritation. He flicked his tail and moved on, his gaze searching the fields for some herbs that might still be in good shape. As they got closer to the lake he spotted a clump of horsetail. It was a herb that did grow well in marshes, so it had survived. He pricked his ears in relief and moved closer to gather it.

[Iri]

Lilypaw had heard of horsetail. Rather useful, but for what she couldn't remember. Maybe wounds? It looked like a pine branch, sort of... Her head cocked slightly as she investigated it, flicking away a fly buzzing around her head. It did grow well in swampy areas, so she, as well as her mentor, was glad that it had lived through all the flooding and excessive water.

[Zoketi]

He glanced back at his apprentice, his tail flicking up over his back. "You remember the use of horsetail?" He'd mentioned it one of the first days of training, but only briefly. Bluestrike lowered his head and tore a stalk off, then another, and placed them neatly on the damp ground by his paws. He wrinkled his nose and then returned his yellow gaze to Lilypaw, ears pricked.

[ -runs after muse- D: ]

[Iri]

[My muse turned into a spider and I don't want to touch it anymore.]

Lilypaw pondered hard for a minute, her eyes half-closed to show Bluestrike she was thinking. "Stops bleeding and treats... uh... infections," she mewed. Her ears flicked as just a few drops fell on her head and nose. The rain was dying down by each minute and she was grateful for that; she really didn't appreciate the floods that had been going on.

[Zoketi]

[ D: I'll get it for you. ]

"Correct." he murmured, patting the herbs gently. "Carry those, please." he added, straightening and glancing around the dreary fields. Patches of sunlight filtered through the clouds though, creating a glimmer on some of the grasses. Bluestrike flicked an ear, then stepped forwards to search for more herbs that were hopefully not destroyed. He couldn't be too hopeful, though. However, he was worried about the other Clans' herb supply as well. WindClan was the best off in the rains, so if their supply was this bad then the others would be even worse. If they came asking for herbs and he had nothing to give...it could spell panic. And the flood may have brought disease; he'd spotted Sedgenose sneezing yesterday outside the elders' den. Shaking his worries away, the tom spotted a small clump of ragwort that looked reasonably healthy--it liked lots of rain.

[Iri]

Lilypaw picked up the clump of horsetail in her jaws. It tasted strong, but not bitter or sour. "Are there anymore herbs that grow well in marshes or heavy rain?" she mewed, her voice muffled but just possible to understand. She hadn't noticed the ragwort. She had overheard a conversation between Blossompaw and Whitepaw about herb damage and since then, she had been a bit worried about RiverClan, ShadowClan, and ThunderClan. She wondered if Bluestrike was worried about that too. She hadn't thought of any of the other medicine cats asking for herbs; it had never crossed her mind much. Did Clans give each other herbs..? Medicine cats, at least? Warriors never shared prey among the other Clans willingly, but medicine cats were different, after all. They didn't always have the same opinions about them. Sometimes, but not always.

[Great minds think alike. Seriously though, they share opinions about a bunch of stuff.]

[Zoketi]

[ Yus <3 ]

He twitched an ear back towards his apprentice. "Yes. That ragwort, for one." he nodded towards the little clump ahead between the grass. Moving towards it, Bluestrike was able to see it was in good condition. Relative, at least. It didn't look perfect, but it was still usable. The tom nibbled off a few smaller pieces of it and laid them on the ground, then looked back towards Lilypaw. He swished his thick tail and glanced up at the sky, noticing that he no longer felt raindrops. At last, it had stopped! His yellow gaze brightened as he watched the grey clouds drift away, allowing blue sky and sunshine to take over. That'd help the moors dry up, certainly. "Let's keep moving." he mewed, picking up the ragwort.