Fire Meadows

[Riverstar]

Fire Meadows

Fire Meadows are great rolling grasslands. Hidden under these grasses are often mice and other small mammals chewing on the seeds. Hunting patrols can often find prey here if a fire has savaged the forest in which they live. The prey runs into the grasslands to find shelter after a good burning.[/center]

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[Snowfeather]

The early golden sunlight filtered through the trees foliage. It spread a green tint across the floor, and the sun that did seep through speckled her fur. The air smelled of mice and a much tangier, nastier scent. Pausing, she lifted her nose into the air, before scenting. She didn't even have to double check: she would know that scent anywhere. “Fox...”Her fur lay against her back, and her hackles grew. Flicking her tail to the older warrior, taking the lead, she finally continued to pad through the forest.“Come on.”She seemed to command, before finally stepping out into the meadows. The light was dazzling here, dancing off the swaying grasses. The sound of tiny paw steps were heard, and were accompanied with tiny squeaks. Turning her head, she scented to air once more, before heading off in the area. Finally reaching down, she tugged at a rooty plant, using her teeth to bite through the root. Lifting her head, herb firmly in teeth, she motioned with her tail to the warrior. “Get some.” The words came muffled through the plant in her mouth, which was over-flowed with the root.

[Riverstar]

Mouserun had decided to escort the medicine cat into the territory to help her with gathering some herbs. They were both on alert when the canine stench of those orange pelted menaces came into their noses. The beasts of fox kind had taken the last of his family away from him. He lashed his half-bitten tail angrily, knowing that he would have to report to Duskstar to warn her of a possible threat in their territory. The scent of prey warmed his tongue then, and he was tempted to hunt more for the Clan. With the fresh-kill pile so low, he could not help but want to hunt for them. The trees had already begun to thin out from their forest, and he found himself staring at Fire Meadows. The long golden stalks were oddly covered by piles of snow where the snow had not finished it's job of melting the stuff. Finally, they arrived at a plant where Snowfeather began to dig. "Alright, I'll get some." Mouserun dipped his nose into the dirt, the markings on his face becoming dirty as he dug and snapped the roots off.

[Snowfeather]

She could smell the herbs, and only them. Their strong leafy scent wafted into her nostrils, and after a couple moments, made her light headed. Putting them down carefully at he paws, making sure they didn't scatter too much- herbs were valuable at a time like this- she shook her head, trying to get rid of the light-headedness. She snorted, and then blinked her eyes a couple times, finally coming back to normal.”Careful you don't inhale it too much-it'll give you a headache.”She instructed him, bending down to pick them up. Checking once more that he had grasped enough, and that the rest of it was intact, she headed back towards where they had come from, mouth too full to talk. She tried to mumble a few words through it, but they were lost, and she soon quit. She walked in silence, just the caws of birds, their footsteps, and the occasional audible exhale the only noises heard.

[Riverstar]

Mouserun had been on an outing or two with Snowfeather's mentor, Fallingblossom, to retrieve herbs such as this. He had forgotten how light-headed a cat could get from inhaling too much of the overbearing scent that poured from the root when it was freshly snapped with cat's teeth. His gray half-tail lashed as he set the roots down at this paws, taking in a deep breath of air and flicking his ears unhappily. It would have been nice to know prior to actually having held so much of the stuff to the roof of his mouth. When the thumping in his head finally drifted away, he chewed off once more branch and picked up the rest. Snowfeather seemed in quite the hurry to return back to camp. Mouserun kept even with her, dark gold-green eyes glittering while they walked. It was not often he came out on missions for the camp like this. It was relaxing to walk along the territory without having to stalk prey quietly or watch for other clan's border patrols.

[Snowfeather]

She kept from swallowing, as she padded along. The herbs did kill off her smell-almost. But a more foul scent hit her nostrils, and she recoiled: fox. It was pretty recent, but, if she was correct, it wasn't here now. Probably off killing it's prey; hopefully not from the clans. Wincing, she wanted to walk past, but had to make sure she was right. Placing the herbs don't gently, making sure they stayed bunched together, she sniffed once more. It wasn't there. But the smell it left was disgusting, and it overtook her smell. She quickly picked up the herbs, and hurried on. She'd much rather get a headache from the herbs, than smell their rank scent. She continued towards camp, tail held in the air, head held high to avoid dropping anything, and head starting to reel. She'd have to place them down soon. Good thing camp wasn't too far away.

[Riverstar]

Mouserun kept pace with ease, but that lingering feeling of the loss with the increasing scent of wild fox made him burn with hate. The senior warrior despised canines and their lack for any type of moral code. Treesky and Owleyes did not have to die that day, but the fox came to quickly at them. They were simply not fast enough to do anything before Owleyes was down and out. Treesky had been reckless with rage, and now only Mouserun was left. Setting down his herbs, he sniffed around. Duskstar would have to learn about this if the Clan wished to remain safe. "Don't worry Snowfeather. I'll tell Duskstar when we get into Camp. We'll get a patrol to go and find it, chase it out or something." Nothing like sending a mangy, flea-bitten dog into another Clan's territory.

[Snowfeather]

She had to keep her pelt from bristling as she carried on, nearing closer and closer to camp. Foxes ate kits, and wounded apprentices and warriors. It wasn't too close to camp, so that wasn't her main problem. They could warn the others to keep away from here, and they would. No one wanted to get killed by a fox. But here was where she got all her herbs. She could continue to come, risking her and others lives to get them. But what if the fox ruined them? Foxes weren't the cleanliest creatures, and what if it decided to rip up some valuable herbs? What if it stunk it all up? She turned to him, and slightly nodded, slightly tilted her head.“I hope so...”She didn't sound very optimistic, as the worry about the herbs sunk deeper and deeper in. But she'd make sure to mangy pest was sent far away... even if she had to do it herself.