Warrior Cats Roleplay with Zoketi [Private]

[Iri]

Lilypaw skidded to a slow halt, keeping up with her mentor and making sure she wasn't just racing ahead. She narrowed her eyes at the mallow. Oh! Those mallow leaves soothed bellyaches, she recalled. They had a sweet scent, so along with their flowers that bloomed on the stems, they were recognizable because of their rosy smell. She'd wait if Bluestrike wanted to pick them, to make sure Lilypaw didn't pull off an important part of the mallow plant or something.

[Zoketi]

The tom halted before the sprig of mallow and lowered his head to gently tear off some of the leaves. He flicked his tail and glanced back at his apprentice. A soft grunt escaped his maw as he finished collecting enough of the mallow. Without so much as a word, he continued on at a shambling pace.

[no muse for this wahhhh D: ]

[Iri]

[My next few posts will be short. Sorry.]

Lilypaw followed. She didn't know why, but for some reason she wanted to see how RiverClan was doing. Were they holding up all right?
Questions fluttered around in her mind. When was the next Gathering? Would she be able to go? Would Blossompaw be there? Would Cloudpaw and Whitepaw be there too? Would Littlepaw be allowed to go? She shoved the thoughts away, happy that she was even a medicine cat and not a warrior.

[Zoketi]

[ it's fine <3 ]

Twitching his ears, Bluestrike scanned the grass ahead. He paused and dropped the mallow. "There's goldenrod over there; go get some." he muttered to his apprentice, flicking his tail in the direction of the indicated plant. He collected the herbs he'd dropped and padded forwards, in the general direction of the goldenrod. It'd be good to have more.

[Iri]

[You can smack me now if you'd like.]

Lilypaw nodded, her tail flicking. She padded forward, not too far away from her mentor, but a few paces ahead. She wondered what other kinds of herbs could come in handy that grew around this area? She stepped towards the goldenrod and started to nip off the necessary parts to it.

[Zoketi]

[ D: darling! why would I do that? ]

The tom ambled slowly after her, his eyes drifting lazily away fro a moment. He came to a halt behind Lilypaw and glanced down as she gathered the goldenrod. Flicking his tail, Bluestrike shook his fur. "Let's head back," he rumbled. They'd have to come back out later on, but for now he was eager to return and grab something to eat.

[Iri]

"Okay," Lilypaw chirped. Her voice was muffled from the goldenrod, but she nodded. Her tail flicked up and down as she waited for him to lead the way back. She knew the directions to camp, but she assumed that he wouldn't be all that happy if she sprinted ahead.

[Eat, Bluestrike. -Noms on my apples-

Because that response, as well as this one, was painfully late. |-(]

[Zoketi]

[It's fineeeeeeeeeee <3 ]

The thick-haired tom flexed his paws, then lifted his head and strode forwards in the direction of their camp. The mallow tasted icky in his jaws now, so he'd be eager to drop it and get some fresh-kill to munch on. Bluestrike picked up the pace into a speedy trot, his tail swishing behind him. As the camp came into sight he slowed slightly, dropping back to a gentler walk. Stepping in and glancing around, he headed towards the medicine cats' den where he gratefully spat out the herbs and tucked them into their correct location.

[Iri]

Lilypaw followed closely, making sure not to stumble behind. She dropped the herbs and gently nudged the goldenrod into its crevice, checking to see that she didn't mix it in with any other incorrect herb. Her tail swished back and forth slightly as she padded towards the corner of the medicine den, being sure not to trip or flick any herb out of its location. She tucked her paws under her chest, yawning slightly.

[Tired, like mwah. xD]

[Zoketi]

[-hugs-]

Bluestrike glanced over as his apprentice put away the goldenrod and then moved back to rest. He stretched, getting back to his paws, and swished his tail as he headed out of the den. The fresh-kill pile was low, but he snagged a small thrush anyway. His yellow glare darted around the busy camp before he retreated to the medicine den to sit and nibble on the prey.

Littlepaw yawned widely. She lifted her head, blinking, taking note of Beetlepaw quite close to her, still sleeping. The white she-cat shifted slightly and flexed her forepaws. It was still light out, perhaps Tawnystar would take her to train? Littlepaw rose up, rather reluctant to leave her comfy nest, and with one last look at her friend, strode off to find her mentor.