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"Ye... Yeah, you gave me too..." - she responded, still sort of embarrassed. It was bad to have a poor understanding of cat communication indeed but well. At least she could be sure she can chase unwanted rogues away if she only wanted. If she didn't, too but that's not the good side of it. Xe then got up as a sign that xe will be ready to follow the trader if needed, but it wasn't really nedeed. Xe watched as the stranger rummages with his paws, slightly amused how easy he goes through all this baggage. He certainly didn't look as agile as he is...

When they finally found the right thing, though, his ears didn't even fully catch the stranger's words, amused at the beautiful pallete of colors, little shines and shapes inside in such a small stone. Of course, he already saw gems but none of them ever shared such a variety of different patterns on it. Of course, the one which apparently was an "aquamarine", became xer new favorite now. Not only beautiful, but also held something that most Bringers valued - a meaning, symbolism which could make it an ammulete in future. Maybe xe will make it into a bracelet or a necklace? Hmmm...
"I will..." - she purred quietly, more out of instinct than knowing how to really react. "It's beautiful, thank you so much!" - she added after a pause, better with words than gestures. It was worth it, and the price wasn't even that high for such an interesting and valuable item like this. Fennel was on his right way to gain some trust from the Bringers, and Fallen definitely was open to chat or trade with him again. "Have a good luck on your way!" xe returned the favor, without hint of emotion but certainly honest, although something wasn't right. They left herbs and meat behind them, which made her shout behind him to come for them back, but they seemed to not even hear. Only thing she could do was to make them not go to waste and put back in her bag. Too back they didn't tell her what their name is, and all she could remember was their voice and smell, with her unable to recognize faces well. It will be a hard time describing it all to her clan mates.

Fallen followed back down her previous path, heading deeper into other parts of New Moon woods again, looking for herbs, prey, maybe even interesting items like the gem she got today? Anyway, as she was checking under the huge oak's roots, he heard a familiar screech of a crow... Then quiet, wary, soft steps of gentle paws. Was it The Cliff? He turned his head softly, and as expected, he saw a tall, a bit smaller than him tom of beautiful, red eyes and his companion, Tenebris guiding him through the path. Cliff's blindness wasn't a problem when he had a friend to guide him if he was about to bump into something and the rest he could just guide out with excellent hearing and sense if touch. Just like a raccoon, which he somewhat resembled with his mask like face. Cliff definitely felt that someone else's here, greeting Fall with quiet purrs.
"Welcome, Cliff" xe greeted him too. "I'm just in the middle of exploring, mind if I join you on yours?" the tom nodded, which Fall appreciated. Xe definitely needed a pair of paws to help xer on xer way, and to chase off any predators just in case.
"Don't worry, I feel you just perfectly." Cliff reassured, as he felt a paw trying to guide him. "I'll be okay on my own, just go close to me, okay? I have my Tenebris after all!" he said, which made Fall just mumble something under her nose, but she listened to his ask without questions. Cliff was a strong, young cat even though he was born blind, for sure. They now just kept searching together, Cliff focusing on pray with the smell, Fallen on herbs with her sight and Tenebris of course guiding its friend and looking if no danger comes for the cats.

"There was a merchant here a while ago. They gave me this" Fallen started, with a pause. Then xe put the stone in a paw of Cliff's for him to examine and enjoy the polished texture pleasant to the touch. "It's really smooth...is it a gem?"
"Yes. And I can tell you it's beautiful too. Maybe you could get one yourself if they come back. I also have to give them their herbs back. They seemed to drop them off incidentally." - the journey continued with them casually chatting, Fallen opening up a bit in front of a fellow Bringer. And xe seemed to no longer be tense with their awkward moments and stiffness of their body language either. Cliff didn't seem to judge or care for those as much.


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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap

Stars above, Silver Antler couldn’t stand it. This was his vigil, the night he was supposed to prove he was a strong and capable warrior, and here he was, distracted by the sound of raindrops slipping from pine needles. Defeated, he hid his face between his forelegs, pulling his ears down with his paws and pressing his forehead into the soft loam of the ground in front of the base’s entrance. He wasn’t covering his ears to just block out the metronomical tapping of droplets hitting the ground - oh no. He’d had his ceremony at the same time as Salt Runner and Maple Bark, which means their vigil was together. The stars had aligned to completely ruin his night.

He had nothing against them; if anything, they were great company. Well, they would be great company. Just not tonight. Any day but tonight. He could hear them giggling nearby, whispering hushed commands. The noise stopped, but only briefly, because a few moments after, he heard the leaves crunching in front of him. A paw gently tapped his head, and he looked up, brushing the soil off his fur with one paw and letting the other drop to the ground to make his ears stand straight again. Maple Bark stood before him, looking down innocently with her marble-like eyes. Salt Runner was nowhere in sight. That’s never good, he thought to himself, crossing his forepaws. Maple Bark smiled.

“Well look who’s awake! How was your nap, warrior-to-be?” She said, sitting down and wrapping her tail neatly over her snow-white forepaws. Silver Antler flicked his ear, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“You know very well I’ve been awake. What do you need?” He turned one ear back, picking up what he thought was a gentle rustle, but it was gone in an instant. She glanced up behind him for a split second, kneading into the earth with her claws excitedly.

“Oh, I was just thinki-“

A heavy weight hit Silver Antler’s tail, and the finnish-spotted tom jumped up, hissing and batting at the culprit. It was none other than Salt Runner, a few stray pine needles on his back and one hind leg soaked in water from a misstep near the creek. What a surprise. Definitely not one predictable at all. Salt Runner burst out laughing, sitting back on his haunches and balancing with one forepaw. Maple Bark choked on a laugh, an amused purr breaking through her attempts at staying serious. Silver Antler stood before the two of them, anything but happy. He opened his mouth to speak, but Salt Runner finally escaped his laughing fit, cutting the disgruntled braided tabby off.

“What were you doing laying in the dirt, anyways?”

“I was trying to do my job, Salt Runner.” The classic tabby smiled with amusement, one of his ears falling to the side. Maple Bark groomed her chest fur absentmindedly, listening in on the conversation through turned ears.

“And how’s that going for you, hm?” Salt Runner purred, tilting his head. Silver Antler heaved a sigh.

“Obviously not good. I thought being a warrior would be… I don’t know. Fun? Interesting? Maybe it’s better during the day, but I’m feeling a bit bored. Just a bit, though. Only a little.” He added the last part quickly, not wanting to give the cats before him any ideas. Alas, it was too late.

“Well, do you wanna…. Go for a little adventure or something? We were just about to go for a walk, considering that tonight is going to be the epitome of boring. All the foxes and wolves are probably busy nursing their young right now.” Maple Bark trilled. Salt Runner nodded, barely able to stay still.

“Yeah! Besides, it’s not like any cat is gonna wake up and catch us either. So?” The lilac tom chirped. Silver Antler’s ears went airplane with uncertainty, paws shuffling against the detritus below him. Maple Bark and Salt Runner both looked at him with excitement glimmering in their green-hued eyes. C’mon, how could he refuse? Reluctantly, he nodded, forcing his ears back up. Maple Bark smiled.

“Alright! So… where to first, then?”

[Notes; aaaah first explore post!! The part of TMS’s territory they’re gonna be able to explore is sort of mix between a coniferous forest and a marshy floodplain? It’s a pine forest with very little ground cover and pools of water/little streams everywhere so have fun w/ that <3 ]


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SILVER ANTLER (He/Him) • HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Silver Antler is… something. Always groomed to perfection with a confident smile, oftentimes working until he can’t stand; much to the dismay of those close to him, Silver Antler never stops. He’s had a rough path to where he is, using arrogance and hard work as a self-protection mechanism. Hidden beneath his facade is anxiety and empathy.(end of cat profile)

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MAPLE BARK (She/Her) • HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Almost always seen with her brother, Salt Runner. Maple Bark is lithe in build with strong climbing senses and is a leader by nature, taking initiative in situations others wouldn’t. This shouldn’t outshine her troublemaking, of course; she’s quick to use her confident sense of command to have a little… “harmless fun.”(end of cat profile)

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SALT RUNNER (He/Him) • HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Almost always seen with his sister, Maple Bark. Salt Runner is built like a true hunter, with strong, springy legs which contrast his light pawsteps. He’s a follower at heart and curious almost to the point of being nosy sometimes, digging into everything and anything as much as he can until either he’s satisfied or he gets in a situation that his sister needs to bail him out of. (end of cat profile)

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there was the fragrance of carnations where there had once been roses… and there were starless demises with no veil left to hide behind. such starless demises were freckled with the iridescent glint of skeletal frames and daffodils-- each drooping petal meant for the angel of death.
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“hey-- apologies for earlier.” a songbird rasp in the hush, the aroma of sweetgrass and lavender rose among blooming spring carnations. tali. “i should’ve known you are going through a hard time and i-”

“leave me alone, tali.”

“i just wanted to give you something.” dainty in surreal’s touch, the caress of cashmere and delicate wool kissed her curls-- before the aroma of sweetgrass and lavender faded ever-so slightly. “it’s called socks… i think it may give you a little comfort when you sleep at night.”
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“no herbs here.” delicate, beryl eyes fluttered from the ebony blossom of the dark beneath the little bush-- bejewelled with the glint of crestfallen hues. “but i did find a bug of some sort.”
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the rosy veined scars adorning soot’s frame wavered ever-so slightly in a half-hearted shrug. “then, we better check out the island.” a lopsided grin quirked upon his features, revealing a singular, ivory fang. “maybe the little scoundrels left behind some loot.”

and well… soot- he was right.

“aha! seems like those cursed scoundrels lost some braincells and left behind this!” in the scarred tom’s cruel caress, a fragile mess of shrivelled sepia curls were tangled in the ashen shades of honed claws. “ohhh… look what i found.”
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“guys, come! over here!” a mere squeak of elation and enchanted by the essence of dreams that had come true-- the charm of triumph seemed to bloom in tigger’s eyes. “i found some sort of treasure chest?!”
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“not so fast, little guy.” a snarl bleeding like liquid roses across the serene bliss of reality, unfamiliar ebony eyes loomed above tigger’s. “hand over the treasure chest… it’s ours now.”

the worst part was… this cat-- he didn’t belong to the tribe. in fact, his entire gang didn’t. not at all.
(oh no! the revolution has encountered foreign patrol! do they confront them or try their best to ignore them?)

note to the next writer: when you roll for what happens next in this border skirmish, roll for the option called: the cats encounter a patrol but there has been no trespassing. as in this case, it didn’t really apply <3

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stars- this was a terrible idea.
the night was starless and endlessly ebony, hauntingly alluring with the splinter of branches as beasts prowled upon the flora and the earth below.

was it just him or was the sound getting closer?
“mom? dad?” trembling ever-so slightly, carmine curls seemed to shudder upon his wilted frame, drooping in the endless ebony kiss of the dark. “is that you?”

there was no response. just the haunting allure of splintering branches-- getting closer. closer. closer.
his breath had become little shrivelled butterflies, plummeting in waves of horror and adorned with the thud of his own beating heart.

it was here. and a shriek had become emblazoned his lips.
“HELP!”

the song of melancholy seemed to die upon his lips, shrivelling like the little butterflies of every trembling breath he took. “wait… hold on, who are you?”

turns out… the ‘beast’ was a cat.
“hey. i-i’m timmy and i don’t know about you but i’m pretty lost.” a mess of ashen curls stood atop of the petite head of the stranger as he scratched his head. “what are you doin’ here?”

“i-i just messed up a bit.” a nervous chuckle bloomed across firestrike’s lips. “and i’m lost.”

“great. that makes the two of us.” shrugging ever-so slightly, the petite tom semeed to wither in the endless ebony kiss of midnight. “have you seen a cat roamin’ around anywhere? they are a bit skinny and stripey and… their name is fennel?”

“wait-- you are their friend?”

“well… yeah.” his gaze wavered, fluttering shut in a… wince? “i am looking for then ‘cause i kinda ran off.”

it was only then when the bloom of liquid roses caught his eye, fragrant with the aroma of copper and rust. blood. “woah! woah! woah… dude, you are bleeding!” stumbling upon his words, he froze as if intoxicated by the moment. “what happened?”

“i just got… well- quite badly, scratched by a tree branch.” timmy cleared his throat. “have a herb you could spare?”
(firestrike has found fennel’s friend! however, it appears he is hurt and needs one herb [any]. does he help or turn timmy down?)

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“A herb? Do I have a herb… a herb a herb a herb… yes! Yes I do I’m pretty sure I have a lot back… where my group is at… well okay look here’s the plan. So I’m gonna try and find where my group is staying at aaaand you can come follow me! I know we have a ton of herbs and with another cat, I’m sure we can track them down! They won’t bite so don’t be worried about it if you are. Alright come on follow me! If I think really hard about this I think I can guide us.” And quickly Firestrike bounced off keeping a close eye on the scent changes and environment. His gaze was locked onto the clues and landmarks around him but he always checked back to make sure Timmy was right behind. He could do this he just had to think…

“Timmy is an interesting name. Y'know I don’t think I’ve ever met someone with such a simple name… oh no I have! Do you know a cat named Hana? Maybe not probably not but oh my god we go way back. She actually mothered two of my kids. Crazy yeah especially since I’m a clan cat and all. Heh yeah, I miss Hana sometimes. She had that spunk and passion to her I really enjoyed. Maybe I should visit sometime soon. I mean usually I do but I’ve been busy with… this whole water adventure I gotta go on. By the way I hate water why would my leader Ramstar even think this was a good idea for me to go in. I mean in the way that I hate water that I don’t like to swim in it. I don’t mind drinking water I gotta stay alive somehow! Anyways so… right I forgot. Uh I’m or we are going back home! Home as in… the group and we’re just kinda laying down for a bit for the night.”

After all his rambling, he went back to scenting the air and keeping watch of tracks. If he goes this way then… it’s that way and if he then goes this way oh god oh my god there we go! He grinned brightly upon seeing the other figures and a new cat was with them. How nice they made a friend. “I told ya Timmy! Come on I’ll go get you an herb and that’s your friend over there right?” He nudged the cat to go reunite as he went and dug through the herb pile before grabbing some goldenrod and gently handed it to the cat. He did something! He managed to return and help a cat out and ooooooooh… there’s his dad.

The group of cats had stayed awake just for a little bit longer and they were thankful they did when a familiar scent caught their attention. There he was finally and well he too brought a friend. Hollyheart sighed in relief and raced over to immediately shower Firestrike in nuzzles and groomed his fur up once he was done with the herbs. Her poor baby was out there all alone in the cold and dark forest. Least he found a friend and he also came back home. “Kid, next time you want to just run, tell me okay? I’m your mom I’ll try and support you even if you want your own space in the end.” She mumbled softly and kept treating him like a little kitten who had run off on an adventure.

Piketail seemed just as excited to see his friend back and that he was safe. He did feel bad for just leaving him like that but he felt so much better seeing the cat was back and uninjured. Though who was this strange second cat that was also brought? Oh? Oh is this the friend?! How amazing! He also smiled seeing the two cats reunite and tend to each other and rest. Things were all good and okay. “I’m glad we’re all back together and reuniting but we have a big day tomorrow. I mean it when I say it will be a big day. No rests tomorrow except for food or drinks or if you really need to rest your paws for a bit. We are behind now for sure and I want us to catch up. We’re close to the middle point of this journey in the first direction. No slacking now!” Dragonfruit announced before they decided to go lay down nearby in between some tree roots poking up from the earthy soil. The cats slowly joined the other in between other roots and got all cozy. Hollyheart of course made her way beside her mate and leaned against him. Dragonfruit’s tail wrapped around her and he purred loudly. Piketail decided to lay on top of Bullheart who had decided to curl up around Firestrike like he was a little kitten. He surely could pass as one considering how massive and fluffy Bullheart was. Least this night ended in peace.

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Morning rose and Piketail was the first up. He gently crawled off of Bullheart and made his way to a nearby stream to take a few sips of the cool water. Man… usually this stream would be a lot larger than it was now. It was only a trickle of what it used to be. Poor stream. Piketail gently bent down and washed his paws and fur up before shaking himself dry. It was a nice day. Cooler today but granted they were in the mountain in a region that normally they wouldn’t pass through due to the colder temps. Once again he could sense they were beginning to rise in elevation compared to the previous hours. Where did this quest end again? The water source… oh yeah that was higher in the mountains. Yikes. It was higher than what they’ve done so far! Cold weather and strong winds was not something he was looking forward to when they got there. Not like he could do much but that’s okay. Piketail jumped when he sensed pawsteps but relaxed seeing it was just Hollyheart who came to join him.

“It’s nice that I finally get to know you a bit more Piketail. We have such a huge clan that I don’t think I’ve personally met everyone yet.” She spoke up as she too took a few sips from the small stream. “Oh! Yeah now that you mention it… I’ve always been afraid of your family uh not like they’re bad or anything they’re just… scary! In a… good way?!”

Hollyheart gazed over and laughed. “Haha don’t worry about it I know what you mean. I do promise Dragonfruit means well. I’ve tried to snap them out of the mindset Draco enforced but I guess that’s all up for him to decide. I can only do so much you know? Say, I’ve seen ya before in the past playing in the nursery with the kittens. Dragonfruit and I have been talking about a final liter together and I was wondering if maybe you would like to help babysit sometime? I know my current three love ya!”

“Me? Babysit? Yeah! Oh yeah I’d love to! Hah yeah I do love hanging around with the kittens they’re so fun to play with! I’d be honored Hollyheart!” Piketail squealed in excitement getting another hearty laugh from the she cat. “Sounds like a plan then. How about you join me today on my morning walk? I usually took one back at camp but I haven’t since we begun this trip and I think I’d like to again. It won’t be long. We’ll just be taking a few steps around the area and just enjoying what nature has to offer?” The silver tom nodded his head in agreement before he followed Hollyheart in the morning walk.

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★ level 5
experience: 321/650

★ items in inventory used
x1 goldenrod - timmy

★ active quests:
quest 1

★ opted in to death?
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★ custom predators / prey
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★ prey
mice | 1 FP | x4
squirrel | 1 FP | x0
rat | 1 FP | x0
lizard | 1 FP | x7
hare | 2 FP | x2
finch | 2 FP | x5
minnow | 2 FP | x2
crow | 3 FP | x3
bass| 4 FP | x2
deer | 5 FP | x4
ram | 5 FP | x0

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Borrage | x1
Bright Eye | x1
Burdock Root | x1
Catchweed | x2
Chamomile | x1
Chervil | x1
Chickweed | x2
Daisyleaf | x2
Dock | x2
Elder Leaves | x2
Feverfew | x1
Foxglove Seeds | x1
Goldenrod | x2
Honey | x2
Lavender | x2
Poppy Seeds | x3
Sweet-Sedge | x1
Tormentil | x1
Wild Garlic | x1
Willow Leaves | x1
Yarrow | x1

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Piketail

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hup | 20
sick | N

Dragonfruit

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hup | 20
sick | N

Hollyheart

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hup | 20
sick | N

Bullheart

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hup | 20
sick | N

Firestrike

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hup | 20
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The two warriors had just turned around before a voice stopped them.

“Wait.” The mysterious cat spoke, stepping forward, shaking out her bones. “I’ve been traveling with Fennel to search for a new home. My last group of cats wasn’t for me. But with your kindness, your graciousness, I’d love to prove to you how useful I can be to you.” She looked around, her ears twitching, before they perched atop her head. “Hold on.”

She disappeared into the brush behind her, avoiding the nightshade bush. When she returned, she dropped prey and a single leaf at their paws. “It’s not much, but hopefully it’s proof that I won’t be too much of a burden. Would you mind… if I joined you?”
[ + 2 FP small fish, + 1 dock, + 8 XP ]

Rapidstream let their eyes move from the cat to Swiftlake, her brows raising, a question without words. Swiftlake let her stomach roll in nerves, staring back at Rapidstream, but the other cat’s eyes stayed soft, pleading without really meaning to.

Swiftlake sighed, tail tip flicking as she looked back at the cat. “Alright. Just make sure you keep up.”
[ + 1 common myo ]

Again, the two warriors had trouble even getting a pawstep before a familiar, threatening scent brushed against their nose. Swiftlake’s fur started prickling, moving low to the ground, her tail guestering for her companion to do the same. “Dog,” was the only word to leave her mouth, quiet, a whisper.
[ Swiftlake & Rapidstream have scented a dog! Do they confront it, or try to escape? ]

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XP EARNINGS
★ death opt in

+20XP for words written
+20XP for patrol sent
+08XP for prey earnings
+04XP for herb earnings
+30XP for NPC quest completed

FINAL TOTALS

[ +10% hunger for patrol ★ +82XP → level 6 (572/800XP) ★
[ +2FP small fish ] ★ [ +1 dock ] ★ [ + 1 common myo ]

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active quest(s):
- dog attack
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cats on patrol:
swiftlake ; she/her
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rapidstream ; she/they
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Swiftlake opened her mouth to speak before Rapidstream stopped her by pressing her tail tip against her friends' maw. Rapidstream glanced behind her at Swiftlake, tilting her head in a considerate manner. "Furzetuft, OceanClan would be-" Swiftlake bristled from nearby her friend and unsheathed her claws. "Dog." The stench forced Swiftlake to scrunch up her nose. "Shall we run or hide?" Furzetuft asked the two she-cats, seeming nervous as she stood alongside Fennel. Rapidstream shook her head nervously and casted a glance at her patrol partner, "Well? I need ideas before that barking rat gets any closer."

Swiftlake shrugged in a strangely calm manner. When Rapidstream frowned at her uncertainty, Swiftlake sighed, "Look, if we were to run, it'd catch us. If we were to hide, it would use it's nose to find us. As I see it, there are two options." Rapidstream locked eyes with her as the barking grew louder from somewhere within the undergrowth, it must've not been far from them now. "Either we climb or fight." Rapidstream told the three of them. "We fight." Swiftlake finally decided. The other two cats nodded along, unsheathing their claws in unison.

Swiftlake and Rapidstream shared a brief glance at each other before Swiftlake looked around and nodded, "Alright, let's make a circle, I want everyone looking at every angle and be prepared to tear that thing apart."

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inventory !
1x Bug Piles = 1 FP each
1x Eagle = 5 FP per
3x Small Fish = 2 FP per

1x Celandine ll 3x Deadly Nightshade ll 1x Daisy Leaf ll 2x Goatweed ll 4x Bindweed ll
3x Yarrow ll 3x Tansy ll 2x Blackberry leaves ll 3x Cobweb ll 1x Comfrey root ll
3x Elders Leaves ll 1x Broom ll 1x Ragwort ll 2x Mallow leaf ll 2x Mint ll 1x Goldenrod ll
5x Poppy seeds ll 1x Willow bark ll 2x Stinging nettle ll 1x Lovage ll 1x Hawkweed ll 2x Holly Berry
1x Willow Leaf ll 2x Sorrel ll 2x Thyme ll
2x Burdock Root ll 1x Catmint ll 1x Borage Leaves ll 1x Lavender ll 1x Feverfew ll
1x Chickweed ll 2x Coltsfoot ll 1x Fennel ll 1x Death Berry ll 1x Chamomile ll
1x Wild Garlic ll 1x Honey

used item(s) !
- 4x Bug Piles for this patrols' hunger and the next [this is the "next" patrol] !!
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original level stats ✧ level 1 (006/200)
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it was almost alluring. every stroke of periwinkle upon all those dreamy crystalline edges was truly enchanting in the butterfly swarm of her mind. beautifully haunting. heartbreakingly reminding.

and somewhere above, blooming in shades sent from the dark, a cooing raven descended from the heavens. beady eyes ever-so slanted as every ebony talon adorned the curls upon her shoulder, its cacophonies were startling in his ear. a warning delivered on its dying breath. before its life ebbed and dwindled as if the raven was nothing more than a blip in this starry universe. as its beady eyes fluttered shut, a lonely leaf sent by a hidden zephyr landed atop of its once slanted gaze.

it marked the wilting, ebony angel’s last breath.
(+2fp [raven], +1 borage leaves, +6exp)

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writing exp ✧ 50 expxxfood exp ✧ 04 exp--
added exp ✧ 00 expxxherb exp ✧ 02 exp-
event exp ✧ 00 exp-xxpatrol exp ✧ 10 exp
opt-in exp ✧ yes/no xxtotal exp ✧ 66 exp

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items earned ✧ +0
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herbs earned ✧ +1
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