Post by Carotius on Apr 14, 2015 10:58:45 GMT -5
Tags: Lionhearted, Wolf
OOC: I'm diving in blindly to this... I've tagged the people above to direct them to their apprentices' duties. ^^
Amidst the hubbub in the clearing, Silverpaw had been preparing new nests in the warriors' den after a good search for fresh moss and drying them out. He had been extra sure that there weren't any thorns hidden in the new bedding, or that they weren't too dry; the warriors had been complaining of their nests being too prickly to sleep in, and his mentor had gotten him to be even more careful when he carried out the chore.
Snorting as he clawed out the last bits of used and dusty bedding, he patted the fresh ones in, neatly lining them up so they wouldn't stick out. I hope they don't mind that I haven't gotten the feathers in yet. He rolled up the used moss in two neat balls and carried them out of the den and towards the dirtplace tunnel, catching a glimpse of Mistshade and Snowhawk.
Webpaw gave a high-pitched sneeze as he headed into the medicine cat's den. Scorchriver had put him to helping the Clan's medicine cat collect some herbs, and, with only a limited and rough understanding of Nightpoppy's instructions, the white-furred apprentice sprang to it without much hesitation. He was to collect fennel and feverfew, which could be found on the riverbank that sat on the border between StormClan and MidnightClan.
He met little to no trouble while at the border. The scent markers were fresh and at their proper places on both sides, signalling that the respective patrols hadn't been gone long. He didn't waste much time in locating the flowers, so he quickly nipped some of them off and trotted back to camp.
"It's so dusty in there!" Webpaw muttered as he made his way back out of the den and into the clearing.
OOC: I'm diving in blindly to this... I've tagged the people above to direct them to their apprentices' duties. ^^
Amidst the hubbub in the clearing, Silverpaw had been preparing new nests in the warriors' den after a good search for fresh moss and drying them out. He had been extra sure that there weren't any thorns hidden in the new bedding, or that they weren't too dry; the warriors had been complaining of their nests being too prickly to sleep in, and his mentor had gotten him to be even more careful when he carried out the chore.
Snorting as he clawed out the last bits of used and dusty bedding, he patted the fresh ones in, neatly lining them up so they wouldn't stick out. I hope they don't mind that I haven't gotten the feathers in yet. He rolled up the used moss in two neat balls and carried them out of the den and towards the dirtplace tunnel, catching a glimpse of Mistshade and Snowhawk.
Webpaw gave a high-pitched sneeze as he headed into the medicine cat's den. Scorchriver had put him to helping the Clan's medicine cat collect some herbs, and, with only a limited and rough understanding of Nightpoppy's instructions, the white-furred apprentice sprang to it without much hesitation. He was to collect fennel and feverfew, which could be found on the riverbank that sat on the border between StormClan and MidnightClan.
He met little to no trouble while at the border. The scent markers were fresh and at their proper places on both sides, signalling that the respective patrols hadn't been gone long. He didn't waste much time in locating the flowers, so he quickly nipped some of them off and trotted back to camp.
"It's so dusty in there!" Webpaw muttered as he made his way back out of the den and into the clearing.