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[snowpaw]

Snowpaw's tail lashed back and forth, and the young she-cat scowled. It was on their side of the border. Mostly. She strained her whiskers forward and let out an irritated mrrwl. The little yellow flowers from the broom shrub winked back at her. Thunderclan and Windclan's border actually had a physical marker-- the tree. She had pressed her side against it when she passed to make sure that she didn't stray over it accidentally. Sometimes, after sniffing herbs for so long, it was harder for her to detect the scent markers.

But this wasn't like that. The broom was growing on Thunderclan's side of the border. It's roots made their home on their side... but most of the branches leaned over towards Windclan's side, and just far enough to make her second guess herself.

Snowpaw sat back on her haunches and sighed. The rest of her route had turned up dry for herbs. There was too little on each plant it seemed. This shrub was the first promising harvest. ”I’d never hear the end of it…” she muttered to herself, eyes rolling at the thought of the reprimand she would have received from her mentor, not to mention any other cat that found themselves involved.

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Pawsteps thudded on the ground with soft thumbs as the calico raced through the forests of Thunderclan. Long thick fur blowing in the wind she created with her rush. Her goal; chasing down the birds. Okay, that sounded strange. Tawnypelt was racing the birds that flew up ahead of her. In a way she was training herself while at the same time enjoying the rush of a good run and competition from the feathered creature in the sky.
Her mission; outrun the bird before she got to the border. Mission status; losing and the border up ahead. Seeing that she was running full speed and the distance closing fast Tawnypelt dug her feet into the ground in hopes of slowing herself down before getting to the border; she didn't fancy explaining to Sandstar or the other clan why her scent crossed the border. They wouldn't take too kindly at her childish reason no doubt seeing as she was a seasoned warrior and not some apprentice.

Breathing a sigh of relief the calico managed to stop before crossing and she took that moment to get her breath back. She most likely scared away half the prey during her run but seeing as no one was out hunting that didn't matter; they'd be out by the time her clanmates went hunting no doubt.
After catching her breath the calico warrior scented the forest; figuring might as well hunt while she was out here but instead of catching prey scent she caught a familiar scent of another cat; Thunderclan's med cat apprentice to be more specific. What was Snowpaw doing out here? Herb hunting? That could be the only good explanation. Humming thoughtfully Tawnypelt followed the scent until she finally found the source. A small smile gracing her features as she heard the younger she-cat mumbling to herself.

"You wouldn't hear the end of what?" she asked making her presence known as she pushed through the bushes and settled in the patch I clearing where the med cat apprentice was doing her job.

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[snowpaw]

Just do it. Go and snip some of it off, Snowpaw shifted her weight over her paws and the pale furred she-cat took a slow, miniscule step forward. You’re in the right. If a Windclanner says otherwise they’re just wrong, The more she began to rationalize it, the more promising her target began to look. Small yellow flowers suddenly seemed brighter to her, and the promise of its harvest was only thought to be so much sweeter. The fur along her tail still prickled, that couldn’t be helped, but there was a newfound resoluteness to the way that Snowpaw trained her ears on the shrub in question. She was so focused, in fact, that Snowpaw didn’t hear Tawnypelt approaching at all, despite the rapid flight that her clan mate had been making through the woods just before.

When the older she-cat spoke up, Snowpaw jumped, head whipping around to face her with an expression that was almost sulking at having been caught off guard and so deep in her own predicament.

At least Tawnypelt was a clan mate. And at least none of her littermates had been there to witness it.

”That broom bush,” Snowpaw said, clearing her throat and righting herself. She forced her fur to lie flat as she turned dual colored eyes on Tawnypelt. ”It’s on our side,” the younger she-cat started to explain, ”But the branches overhang towards Windclan’s side…. Just enough, too.” Snowpaw trailed off with a sigh and pushed herself to her paws.

”It’s not even that broom is really all that important, it’s just… good to have around. We use it in poultices for… well.” Snowpaw stopped herself, sparing a glance at her clan mate. She had found through being left alone to ramble that often times her clan mates were far, far less fascinated with the uses of herbs than she was—and with good reason. She didn’t really want this situation to turn into one of those.

”What are you doing out here anyway?” she changed the subject, making a show of peering behind Tawnypelt to search for other clan mates, ”I wasn’t gone too long, was I? The sun isn’t even dipping down yet,” Snowpaw flicked her tail-tip and her head tilted to the side.

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The calico couldn't help but look amused and apologetic at the apprentice's reaction. She hasn't meant the scare or surprise the younger she-cat. She had looked awfully unsure as she stared at the plant she was coming to find. Tawnypelt smiled slightly as she apologized "I'm sorry Snowpaw I hadn't meant to startle you like that." she explained watching her sulky and not too happy clanmate.
Her gaze traveled to the plant in question and frowned slightly. It did seem like it didn't it? It was on both sides of the territories with how it was placed making her frown in puzzlement at the situation. Technically although the roots where on Thunderclan's side and the other part on Windclan side; Tawnypelt figured it was ThunderClan's due to the roots so she didn't see any harm in getting the plant needed.

"I see what you mean Snowpaw." she mused thoughtfully as she nodded I'm agreement. "So what's the problem here? Are you afraid that there will be a mistake or something?" she asked turning to look back at the apprentice. "If your worried about it why not wait until more grow? I'm sure this isn't the only place this particular herb grows." she added.

Tawnypelt didn't mind so much talking about herbs. Well she was no med cat, having experience only with the basics of herbs for cuts and death berries when she was a rogue living with her father when she was a kit through her 6th moon; she had to heal herself a lot then so she learned what she needed to get by on the minimal. But Snowpaw didn't seem to keen on talking about it by the quick change in subject so the calico humored her and settled down for a chat and answer her question with an amused smirk. "I was racing a sparrow" she replied stifling a giggle at how childish it sounded.
Glancing behind her like Snowpaw did Tawnypelt shook her head. "No your fine. I just wanted some time to have fun. No one sent me to find you." she assured with a reassuring smile. "Just out having fun."

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