TimeClan -- darkness will rise again (closed)

Rainflight lifted his head, staring at her for a moment, then just walked past her as she returned. "Correct, we are searching for poppies. Just follow me and I'll show you where to go to find most herbs as well," he meowed softly, making his way out of the den.
"Now, Snailpaw, can you tell me what poppies are used for? And do you know what they look like?" He glanced back at his apprentice expectantly.

Rainflight slowed down a bit so it wouldn't be too hard for her to keep up as they made their way across and out of camp. He nodded a thing her response. "Correct! Wow, you're a fast learner, aren't you? You're going to make a fine medicine cat," he praised, leading the way toward the river, heading to where he had last seen a few poppies sprouting up. He soon slowed down even more, eventually coming to a stop beside a few of the flowers. "Good they're still here. Now, we will only be collecting a few since we'd like for these to grow back next year. Now all we need is a leaf."

"Yes, that is good," Rainflight muttered, dipping his head before gently placing his paw on the leaf, dragging it closer to the plant. "Now we just need to carefully shake these seeds off and place them on the leaf, then we should be good to go! We could also take a poppy head with us," he muttered, tilting his head to one side as he studied the plant. "That idea might be better." He looked over st his apprentice, whiskers twitching slightly. "Sorry to make you get the leaf. Just follow my lead." He moved up to one of the many poppy flowers, tilting his head to the side and biting the stem, hen he backed away, now carrying the poppy head in his mouth. "Alright, grab one yourself, but be careful not to spill the seeds."

Elmheart was glad when the river finally came into view. Without a look back, he bounded into it until he was up to his chest. Then he turned around, checking to see that the other cats were still with him. He paddled his feet to stay afloat. He was actually a really good swimmer. That was probably thanks to all Hickoryfoot's adventuring as an apprentice.

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Brokenpaw nodded, beginning to carefully climb back down the tree. “Thanks,” she muttered as he soon reached the bottom of the trunk, sitting down.

Mosswing smiled at them some, then looked away. “Well I think that this is enough training for today. Perhaps we could come back out later when the prey starts running again. What do you think, Hickoryfoot?”

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(it’s fine, don’t worry about it.)

Rainflight looked at his apprentice, whiskers twitching with amusement. He turned away from her and began leading the way back toward camp with the poppy head in his mouth. It would probably be best if he didn’t talk with the flower in his mouth, but he did so anyway. “This is it for now. Once we get back, we’ll just have to arrange a spot for these and then we’ll be done for the day,” he meowed quietly.

Snailpaw nodded, limping after Rainflight with her head tilted upward to keep anymore seeds from spilling, barely keeping up with the medicine cat. She lowered her head slightly so she could see as they neared the camp entrance, dancing through and trotting ahead to the medicine cat den, which she disappeared into with her poppy head.

"Agreed," said the she-cat, though she was mostly going along with the older warrior.
Mistpaw's spirits feel a little at not being able to hunt more, but had to agree that coming back later would be a better idea. "Okay. Back to camp again?" she looked up at Mosswing.
Hickoryfoot walked over to Brokenpaw and said, "Not bad, as I said. We'll try again later." She gave a small smile.

(We reached the river. Want me to find the last post? )

Snailpaw's ears pricked at the mention of prey, and she quickly set the poppy head down next to her mentor's, looking up at him with large expectant eyes for him to say she could go get some fresh-kill. Like most young cats, she was always excited at the prospect of getting something to eat, in the wild it was to be expected. Indeed, other than that, life was simple for her, and she didn't wish for it to be any different. Timeclan born and raised, Timeclan cat until her last breath.

Owlmoon lost her footing and splashed into the river. When she realized she couldn't touch the bottom, she started to panic. I can't swim! Splashing in the water, she struggled to keep her head up. Panic rose with fear, pulling her down strongly with the help of the currents. When she managed to get her head above water again, she realized that she had drifted downstream. "Help!"

She grinned, turning and scampering out of the den to grab herself something from the fresh-kill pile. Snailpaw passed some other cats as she limped, and came to a stop at the small pile of prey. The small she-cat scrunched her face as she tried to decide what to get, but eventually settled on a vole, picking it up by the tail. It swung in her jaws. Her eyes scanned the camp for a place to eat, It looks like Brokenpaw isn't in camp right now Snailpaw thought, padding over to a small place in front of the apprentice den where cats her age typically ate.

Owlmoon's eyes lighted with relief as she stared gratefully at the stranger. Trying not to struggle, she forced her own legs to move the way the cat who recused her's were.

"Not now, Mr. Funny. You can tell jokes after everything is sorted out." With the help of the she-cat's assistance in paddling, they made their way rather fast to the tom that headed the group.

( The real question is, are the bees gone? )

"It's fine," Specter interjected, still in the water, "you didn't do anything wrong."