❝ creekclan ― ☁ // open & accepting

[clemen]

Nightsky

female- crush; timberpaw- tags; cedarwatch, emberhaze, mentions; timberpaw, badgerstar.

NightSky gave a nod. She guessed
this was a ok camp, but she still
thought her’s was better. “Ok then.”
She nodded once again. Cedarwatch
had not replied to her question.
NightSky shrugged and ate the vole.
She finished the vole within the next
mintutes. “Emberhaze, if you don’t mind
me asking..have you been taking your
prey to someone, or something?” NightSky
said nervously. She didn’t want the older
warrior to snap at her. She was just curious.
oh starclan I wish you were here timberpaw..
She gave a hard gulp. She wish she could see if
badgerstar was being hard on him or not. She
would pull one of badgerstar’s whiskers off if he
was. She waited for emberhaze’s reply. She shifted
her paws uneasily at the shifting silence.

[ethium]

xxXX𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍
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i. thick-furred ebony she-cat. ii. 42 moons.
iii. warrior iv. runs on a mothers gentleness
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: open | location: hunting
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morningfern silently rose from her crouched position under the shady boughs of oak. It was past time she find something productive to do, and with badgerstar out of camp with the apprentices, now was the best time to slip out of camp unnoticed. She'd get some hunting done, so if she slipped in late her prey should hopefully appease her grouch-of-a-leader. With a flick of her tail the molly disappeared into the forest beyond, the light misting on her pelt from the downpour did little to deter her efforts. She floated silently through the trees, a charcoal wraith in the waning cloud-muffled light. Her thoughts melted into the drone of background noise, from the patter of raindrops berating the towering plants to the soft squelch the damp earth gave as she stepped upon it. She was one with her surroundings and a predator that was at peace was by far the most deadly.

At last her pale emerald gaze fell upon an unsuspecting thrush. It's shivering form frantic as it attempted to stuff itself under the exposed roots of a tree. It's focus was on the splattering rain, and not on the midnight threat that crept up behind it. It's sodden form betrayed it's inability to fly to the refuge of the world above. With this thought in mind the molly lunged, her claws outstretched and ready to sink into her unsuspecting quarry. At the final moment the prey turned it's angular head and let out a cry of alarm, frantic it took from it's hiding place. The chase began in a silent motion as the molly landed right where the thrush would have been. It scrambled across the ground pitifully flapping it's soaked wings. What an unfortunate day for the creature to be caught on the ground. The she-cat pounced once more, and finally hit home.

Her paws shoving the creature to the ground, pinning it before she delivered the final bite to end it's frantic fluttering. She dipped her nose to the prey and thanked starclan silently for the blessing. For any prey in this weather was good enough for the stocky molly. Gingerly picking up her prize, morningfern began the trip back to camp. Her outing successful she was more than satisfied with her catch. No matter how meager the thing felt or looked as she carried it, food was food. Food meant energy, and it was all they could spare these coming days.

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xxXX𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄
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i. classic tabby tom-cat. ii. 47 moons.
iii. warrior iv. known for his lazy tendencies
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: honeybee | location: hunting for herbs
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Fleetstrike was spurred from his day dreams by a delicate chirp of a voice. The tom lifted his head to find the kindness of honeybee. He let out a soft purr in response. "I'd love to go honeybee," gingerly the tom stood and stretched himself out for a moment before looking at the younger molly with a smile in his eyes. "Lets get a move on then, I'd hate to keep buzzardfeather waiting." He gave a soft chuckle before leading the way out of camp. He paused then to stride alongside honeybee, as opposed to leading.

"What herbs did she ask us to gather? I'm not the best at gathering, i'll admit. Most plants look the same to me, but perhaps I might be able to find some as we go?" he inquired tilting his head to glance at the gentle molly. She radiated kindness, it was never hard to be friendly while honeybee was around. They had never spoke much, except for the occasional exchange when it came to hunting or scouting parties. However even he had seen how friendly and open the young molly was with everyone, a pleasant contrast to her brother badgerstar. He wondered sometimes how her positive outlook effected the leader, and whether he despised honeybee purely because she was better liked than himself, or if it was another underlying reason. Regardless fleetstrike was typically far more busy sleeping or training his apprentice to bother with such meddlesome thoughts. Gossip had never been in his favor, and he doubted it would start now. He let his gaze skirt his surroundings for the moment, his eyes remaining trained on the ground ahead and the plants around them.

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xxXX𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖
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i. tiger tabby tom-cat. ii. 11 moons.
iii. apprentice iv. known for his sharp tongue
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: timberpaw, badgerstar, hawkpaw, cranepaw | location: clearing
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brindlepaw let out a soft huff of contempt, primarily at badgerstar's notice when it came to his little stunt with hawkpaw. However he remained silent, lest he wanted to keep his tongue for himself. Silently the scheming tom watched as badgerstar addressed them, and then promptly ordered him and hawkpaw into the ring. It was time to prove that he had what it takes to be a warrior. That he would be the best of them all. With a sneer he separated himself from his fellow apprentices and took a position watching as hawkpaw did the same. Begin. The word thrummed in his bones as he let the noise of his surroundings fade to the background. All that mattered now was defeating this runt of a molly, this foolish outsider who dared think she could pass as a clan cat. He'd put her in her place he was certain of it.

He sprung at her without hesitation, his claws flying from their sheathes he slammed into the female with a growl as low as the earth he trod upon. The impact rattled his bones, but his claws they screamed for more. They desired blood-shed. He'd grant them that wish. He sunk his claws deep into the molly and let a smile overtake his maw as he stared at her with narrowed golden eyes. "You'd think such a proud molly wouldn't let herself be pushed around," he meowed removing himself from her and instead circling, he wanted this fight to go on. Brindlepaw knew she wouldn't go down without a fight, he'd need to tire her out a little bit before dealing the final blow. She was a formidable opponent, one that shouldn't be underestimated. "-but what did I expect from a cat whose not even clanborn. Were your parents kittypets?" He snarled a taunt in his voice as he stalked closer.

"Must be why your so soft. They were always soft too, I used to watch them as they wandered through camp. It's no wonder they were horrible warriors." he grinned then his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "They were mouse-brained to think they could be anything other than stupid flea-bags. Just like you." He snorted a little at the thought. Gleeful. He was thoroughly enjoying this. His paws itched for more fighting and less words, but he was waiting on her retaliation. He wanted to see how far she'd go, and he'd fend her off and rip her throat out if she so much as gained an inch on him. His eyes narrowed as he came to the conclusion. He'd win this fight, with either her surrender or her laying dead beneath him.

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xxXX𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖
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i. tiger tabby she-cat. ii. 11 moons.
iii. med apprentice iv. known for her smile
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: buzzardfeather | location: med den
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The bubbly molly pranced into camp, a bundle of horsetail clutched effectively in her jaws. She slid slightly as her spindly legs struggled to get a grip on the mud. Which forced an awkward appearance as she stumbled into the medicine den desperate to avoid tripping over herself and ruining the herbs. Her morning outing had come up with little results, but that was primarily due to the molly forgetting the herbs she needed to grab other than horsetail. At least she had remembered one, she thought indignantly as she trot deeper into the medicine den. "Buzzardfeather?" she called, though the sound was distorted due to the bundle still clutched in her mouth. The molly pivoted her almond brown gaze to search for her mentor. Surely she hadn't had gone somewhere without her?

Finally the molly caught a glimpse of her mentor and grinned her eyes focusing on buzzardfeather as she trotted forward proudly. She approached her mentor and set the bundle beside her. "Horsetail's there, though I couldn't find any of the others.." she meowed and sat down her tail curling over her lanky build. "I can go back out if you need more though, I found a nice patch though it's a bit of work to get there." she commented her eyes skirting the herbs before the two of them. Sure, harepaw wasn't the best apprentice. She often forgot which herbs she was supposed to gather or did more harm than good sometimes, but harepaw was dedicated and worked as hard as any cat when it came to pursuing being a medicine cat. She was determined to prove herself, that she was more than a bumbling fool who couldn't quit tripping over her own paws.

[Silent Mist]

Bristleclaw and Bluefrost- the two were sharing tongues near the pile prey. No they were not truely brother and sister as he was older than her but the two grew up together. Blueforst's mother took in Bristleclaw when his mother passed away due to being sick. From then on the two have been inseparable.

Breezepelt- The tom sat in the back of the clearing, relaxing in the shadows as his piercing green eyes scanned the area. His tail flicked slowly in concentration as he was deep in thought

[wildsight]

✦ ──── 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘏𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘋!! ────✦
(Male) ─ (Forty-two moons) ─ (Deputy) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (No apprentice) ─ (Tags: Open)
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✦ ──── 𝘚𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘊𝘏𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛!! ────✦
(Male) ─ (Thirty-two moons) ─ (Warrior) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (Apprentice: Brindlepaw) ─ (Tags: Open)
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He's open! Feel free to tag him.

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✦ ──── 𝘚𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘛𝘚𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎!! ────✦
(Female) ─ (Thirty-two moons) ─ (Warrior) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (No apprentice) ─ (Tags: Rainripple)
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The silver molly sat outside the warriors den, her pelt soaked due to the rain. Since she had a long, fluffy pelt it tended to soak up a lot more water than some of her other clanmates pelts did. She began to groom her pelt, but of course it didn't help. She sighed, before turning at the sound of a familiar voice. She smiled slightly as she noticed the tom Rainripple. "Oh, hello Rainripple" she said. At his words, she tilted her head slightly. He almost seemed uncomfortable though she couldn't imagine why. She gave him a small smile, and nodded. "Of course, Rainripple. I'd love to go. I need to get out of this camp anyway." she said rising to her paws, and padding to the tom's side.

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✦ ──── 𝘏𝘈𝘞𝘒𝘗𝘈𝘞!! ────✦
(Female) ─ (Ten moons) ─ (Apprentice) ─ (No romantic interest) ─ (Mentor: Fleetstrike) ─ (Tags: Badgerstar, Timberpaw, Cranepaw, Brindlepaw)
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Hawkpaw nodded at Badgerstar's words, her eyes alight with determination. This was the perfect chance to not only show off her skills, but to prove herself worthy. Her gaze snapped to one of the apprentices Brindlepaw. Her eyes narrowed, as she watched the tom. No doubt he was going to do his best to prove himself to Badgerstar as much as the rest of them. She began to pad away, only to be tripped by the older tom. She hissed, before rising to her paws and padding after the group. She wasn't going to let some stuck up tom beat her. Especially not in front of Badgerstar. If, she could prove herself to her leader then she would truly be on the right track to becoming the best warrior in the clan. She saw their leader turn to them, but didn't say anything. He allowed Brindlepaw to get away with that? What kind of leader would do such a thing!? She decided to add that as another reason to beat the tom. Once they had reached the clearing, she tilted her head as their leader spoke. Fight with their claws unsheathed? She guessed this way, she would really show Brindlepaw not to mess with her. She padded away from her fellow apprentices, her eyes narrowing as she got into position. Her tail lashed as she waited, for the tom to make the first move. And he did so without hesitation. She was thrown to the ground the wind knocked out of her. She felt the tom's claws, and hissed at his words, before finally rising to her paws once the tom had gotten off of her. "Ha. My parents we're loners. Not kittypets mouse-brain." she said, her eyes narrowing. Her eyes followed the tom, and she unsheathed her claws. The taunts kept coming, and anger continued to rise inside of her. "I'm not soft! My parents we're great warriors!" she said, but she couldn't stand the tom's last words. "I'll show you who's a flea-bag." she snarled, before leaping at the tom. She dug her claws into his shoulders, raking them down his back. She would show this tom no mercy, he didn't deserve it. She would tear out his throat the moment she got the chance, and wouldn't stop until he was dead. No cat called her a soft. No cat called her a flea-bag. And no cat called her or her parents kittypets.

[way]

𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛xx [tags; timberpaw, brindlepaw, hawkpaw]

i. tom ii. 36 moons iii. leader iv. loc; training hollow


badgerstar grinned as he watched blood hit the floor of the hollow. yes, he thought to himself. kill each other! his tail swayed back and forth excitedly. "come on, brindlepaw! are you really telling me that you're weaker than hawkpaw?" the tom sneered, watching with disappointment as hawkpaw managed to scramble away from the tom's grip and rake her claws down brindlepaw's back. badgerstar's gaze flitted to timberpaw, who was younger than the other apprentices. you're next, mouseheart. turning back to the fight, badgerstar flexed his claws. he had bet a whole moon of dawn patrols that brindlepaw would have won this fight. but at this point, he didn't really care; the exhilaration of watching these cats flay each other overwhelmed badgerstar with pride and newfound hope. perhaps his clan wasn't as weak as he thought it was.

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𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚎xx [tags; fleetstrike]

i. she-cat ii. 36 moons iii. warrior iv. loc; territory


honeybee smiled warmly at fleetstrike. "that's okay! i can point them out to you when i see them - i just needed another set of jaws to help me carry them back," the small she-cat mewed, trekking lightly through the tall grass. as fleetstrike inquired her of what herbs they needed to gather, her heart sank. her mind had drawn a blank! she whirled around and looked at fleetstrike, dark blue eyes wide and panicked. "oh no, i forgot!" she gasped. "i... umm... let me think... i was repeating them in my head earlier!" honeybee explained, racking her memory trying to remember what buzzardfeather had said. then, after a few moments later, the scene of her asking buzzardfeather what she needed came tumbling back. borage, feverfew, and horsetail! buzzardfeather's words echoed honeybee's mind.

"aha! feverfew, borage, and horsetail," honeybee meowed, puffing her chest out triumphantly on account of her remembering the herbs. she began to walk again, keeping an eye out for the herbs she needed. "i'm sorry about that, i'm just so scatterbrained!" she mewed sheepishly, tapping the side of her head with her paw. as she spoke, she caught the sharp, tangy whiff of a plant nearby. she followed the scent, and spotted a small clump of borage. it wasn't much, since newleaf had just begun, but it was plenty for now. leaning down, she gently nipped the leaves from the stalk. then, honeybee straightened up, and placed the leaves at fleetstrike's paws.

[ethium]

xxXX𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄
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i. classic tabby tom-cat. ii. 47 moons.
iii. warrior iv. known for his lazy tendencies
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: honeybee | location: hunting for herbs
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( word count: 189 )

"Oh no honeybee it's alright! I'm sure there's still time to go back-" he paused however as she remembered and he let out a light chuckle. "It's quite alright, I'm the same way really." he consoled and watched as she grabbed some herbs and brought them to his paws. "what herb is this?" he inquired gingerly picking the herb up in his jaws. A strong scent, it was merely a few herbs but quite pungent. His genuine curiosity at what herbs he was carrying was merely broken when he spotted a tall bristly clump of plants that he recognized. "Horsetail!" he exclaimed though it was muffled due to the herbs still in his jaws. He enthusiastically gestured towards the plants hoping to all of starclan that it had been correct. It was then that he realized quite how goofy he must have looked in that moment, wobbling with a clump of herbs in his mouth exclaiming over a clump of bristly plants. He let out a soft laugh in response to the absurd picture he was painting in his brain and turned his attention back to honeybee.

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xxXX𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖
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i. tiger tabby tom-cat. ii. 11 moons.
iii. apprentice iv. known for his sharp tongue
crush: n/a | mate: none | kits: none

tagging: timberpaw, badgerstar, hawkpaw, cranepaw | location: clearing
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brindlepaw grinned as she snapped lunging at him with the intent to kill. Finally. He sighed internally but let out a gritted huff at the pain that surged from his back at the effect of her claws being drug down it. He snarled and whipped around snapping for her neck. Hawkpaw avoided it with a few hairs on him, instead the tom brought up his right paw and slashed it across her face, pulling himself away from her. He only allowed himself a deep breath before lunging at the molly again. He snapped at her ear and throat ineffectively but managed to rake a claw down her shoulder before she was on him again, a screeching ball of white-hot fury.

He growled and kicked at her looking for anything of the molly he could injure. If she was going to try to kill him, he'd show her just how hard he was to kill.Finally managing to fend off the molly's berated attacks he heard badgerstar's taunting words and stiffed a frustrated growl. Instead he let the anger and hatred bubble inside him, his golden eyes alight with fury. He still had something to fight for besides his own life, his dignity. Brindlepaw wouldn't be one to let it go so easily. With a howl of rage the tom lunged again at hawkpaw his claws screaming for more blood and he wouldn't stop until her puny hairs were between his teeth.

[iyori]

❝ＦＥＥＬＩＮＧ ＳＯ ＨＯＰＥＬＥＳＳ！！❞
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxname. featherbrooke gender. female rank. queen feeling. useless tagged. [insert here] ♛.

at the point when she had roused from her restless sleep, she was more or so disappointed at her wet surroundings. the fluffy queen recalled when at the time when the sun would be at it's full point, heating up rocks, whilst elders and queens basked in the rich sunlight. now, even that seemed like a vivid dream. the molly's searching eyes gazed on her clanmates around her, and finally landed on the group of cats. their eyes were filled with alert, none playful and relaxed, and she could make out their tense positions. if she was more confident, she would casually stroll up among them, and hop into their conversation, but that seemed beyond ridiculous to her own self esteem. I'm so pathetic if I can't even speak to the cats I fight alongside. I hope I'm not a bad influence to my kits.. shaking her head to clear her own mixed thoughts, the ginger tabby quietly padded back to the nursery, where she began to fix her nest.

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honestly, these days duskthicket felt like doing nothing. he was tired and wet, and frankly he had lost some of his usual cheerfulness. maybe it was the rain, his greatest weakness, but it didn't make up for the fact that he wasn't being a good warrior. not caring to speak with any cat, the tabby began to slowly walk towards the outskirts of the camp. perhaps if he hunted a rabbit or two, it would be enough to make up for his sudden sluggishness. the warrior, was not at all reassured by the moist breeze that ruffled his fur and clung to it, alike to how the burrs near the tall trees did. gotta find prey.. sniffing the air, the only smell he could manage was the dampness of the rain, and the rich scent of the creek that seemed to echo around the area. feeling hopeless, the tom's ears flattened and eyes drooped to the ground as he dug his claws into the hard soil.

[Silent Mist]

Bluefrost noticed a queen across the camp, looking..... almost lonely. The she-cat gave one final lick between her brother's ears before padding away to the Nursery area. "Do you need any help?" The blue cat poked her head within the nursery to get a better look at the ginger queen. "Or at least company?" She couldnt help but feel sad for the queen, alone until her kits arrive. No sign of a mate around to help her build her nest. Also a twinge of jealousy as she gad everything the she-cat dreams of. Kits soon to be born, someone to share such an exciting moment with. A distant dream for Bluefrost.


Breezepelt slipped out of camp, hardly noticed or at least paid attention to. He saw Duskthicket not too far ahead. He seemed irritated. Green eyes seemed to smirk on Breezepelt as the tabby approached the tom, with quiet, quick steps. "Why so bushy tailed today?" The tabby sat beside Duskthicket, licking his paw and grooming his face as if he couldnt really be bothered to know his reply.

[Stripe12]

B U Z Z A R D F E A T H E R
Female|Medicine cat|Medicine den|Tags: Harepaw, Brindlepaw, Hawkpaw, Cranepaw, Badgerstar

The medicine cat looked at her apprentice. "No thanks, Harepaw. Honeybee's got it covered." Hearing what sounded like an angry cat, she turned her head towards the entrance of the medicine den. What was that? She wondered, padding over and sticking her head out. Apprentices. Fighting. Not like training, but like they were going to kill each other. "Great Starclan!" She hissed before racing over, calling for Harepaw to follow. Badgerstar was standing nearby, and she had no doubts this was his doing. Buzzardfeather threw herself between the apprentices, knowing that was probably the best way to stop this fight. She didn't care that this was risky because she could very much be hurt. Nor did she care that her leader would be furious. You've gone a step too far this time, Badgerstar.

[way]

𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛xx [tags; timberpaw, brindlepaw, hawkpaw, buzzardfeather]

i. tom ii. 36 moons iii. leader iv. loc; training hollow


badgerstar watched with glee as the apprentices fought even harder, watching blood and fur fly through the air. "you're both doing excellent!" badgerstar growled. then, suddenly, he witnessed a shape fly into the hollow and interrupt the fight. badgerstar realized that it was buzzardfeather. the tom bared his teeth and glared at the medicine cat furiously.

"buzzardfeather! what is the meaning behind this? don't you have better things to be doing that interrupting a training session?" he spat, leaping down from his rock and standing face to face with the calico she-cat. with a grunt, badgerstar turned to the two battered apprentices. "apparently our medicine cat has absolutely nothing to do with her time aside from interrupt training sessions," he sneered. "so why don't you two go with her. give her something to do and get yourselves patched up - we can't have cats bleeding all over camp." he meowed. "and while you're there, be sure to tell her what it means to be a truly powerful warrior, because clearly she would never understand." he added.

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𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚎xx [tags; fleetstrike]

i. she-cat ii. 36 moons iii. warrior iv. loc; territory


honeybee chuckled at the odd sight before her; fleetstrike was hobbling about with herbs in his mouth, and his voice was all muffled. "you're right, furball, that is horsetail," she mewed good-naturedly, her eyes gleaming in laughter. "see? you do know a thing or two about herbs!" she added encouragingly as she reached down to gently nip the horsetail from its stalks. "i'll carry this. all we need now is some feverfew." she mewed, delicately holding the herbs in her jaws so she wouldn't crush them. she walked beside him for a bit, pausing every now and then beside some shrubbery so she could try and sniff out some feverfew, but she hadn't had any luck. "so, what are your thoughts on badgerstar?" honeybee blurted after a while of silence. she was always curious to see how others perceived her brother. maybe others didn't think he was all that bad. or, on the contrary, maybe her clanmates hated her brother even more than she did. although, honeybee wasn't sure she hated her brother. she still loved him and wished they could still be friends - as much of a fox-heart that he was. she understood why he hated her and why he never wanted to speak to honeybee again. sighing, she shook the thoughts away and turned to fleetstrike, awaiting his answer.