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Smokefur was less than pleased. These words were fairly close to being an understatement, but as Smokefur sat soaked and miserable in the pine needle clearing they would have to do. Of course the aging she cat would never admit just how miserable she was, Smokefur was not one to complain after all, but it was obvious just from looking at her that she was NOT having a good time. Her fur was matted, wet, and clung to her frame showing a form that seemed to be slowly shrinking as Smokefur aged. Her expression was no less pitiful, and it was clear the flooding of her comfortable den was on her mind. It was less on her mind due to the atrocious conditions that day, rather it was on her mind because NightClan's medicine cats had lost almost everything when the camp flooded. With her teeth chattering ever so slightly she plotted with Shadowchaser on just how they were going to remedy the situation. "We have p-plenty of warriors and apprentices that can help, we just need t-to make a plan Shadowchaser." Smokefur began as she laid out what little bits of their stores she had managed to save. First they would take inventory, then they would make an actionable plan to rectify the situation.

Fawn

[Fawn]

curiosity is not a sin...

...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity

Shadowchaser

Shadowchaser numbly laid another rescued mouthful of herbs beside Smokefur's. While the taste of chervil and dandelion sat on his tongue, he winced as he took in just how little they'd managed to save. "No dried oak leaves, they flaked apart as soon as the water hit," he mewed, concerned for the chatter of the aging healer's teeth and the herb they couldn't get this season. "I was able to get chervil and dandelion, and--" he nudged the leaf pile with his paw, revealing a pathetic looking stalk of fennel. "Fennel."

We've lost so much. StarClan, I hope this doesn't cost us any of our Clanmates. Shadowchaser's tail tip twitched, flicking nervous energy away as though he could scatter it like raindrops. His eyes couldn't help wandering over their ragtag looking group. The Clan was large, too large to be supported by a pathetic herb cache like this - even with two medicine cats to stretch it out as well as they were able.

Smokefur was right. They were going to need to restock as soon as they could. Shadowchaser tried to fluff out his coat against the all-consuming wet, but it was a false sense of relief. He, like all the others, was soaked down to the skin. It was perhaps the one time the whole of NightClan hoped for a little sunshine to help dry themselves out.

"We can ask Sandblaze and Kindleflare for help?" He liked that idea better than pushing his Clanmates all over NightClan's semi-flooded territory in search of herbs that may or may not be there. StoneClan had to be the driest, then LightningClan. He couldn't account for the other Clans, but something inside Shadowchaser's heart tightened with concern for Dewfrost. If NightClan had flooded so severely... RainClan...

He couldn't dwell on that now. In this moment, NightClan came first. Even if that meant running his paws ragged as they combed the valley for new stock.

medicine cat of nightclan

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Smokefur watched as Shadowchaser went through just how little he had actually managed to save, and she felt her spirits drop. Obviously she was in a similar situation, however she had prayed to StarClan for a miracle, and clearly had been left wanting. "Ive g-got..." Smokefur began as she nosed through her pile just as Shadowchaser had done with his, "Burdock root, which seems to have b-been impervious to the water. tansy, and..." Smokefur paused, clearly less than pleased with the newest revelation, "Chervil..." The realization that one of the few things they had collectively managed to save was a duplicate was easily detectable in Smokefur's tone. "I highly doubt we could easily get across T-TreeClan's territory safely, so LightningClan is out of the question..." Smokefur began in response to Shadowchaser's suggestion that they go for help, "The b-border with RainClan is obviously going to be flooded, our territory is p-pretty bad too. That l-leaves the TreeClan border as a potential option."

Fawn

[Fawn]

curiosity is not a sin...

...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity

Shadowchaser

More chervil. "If anyone gets a bellyache, at least they'll be well taken care of." Shadowchaser gingerly nudged the herbs closer together, as if that might somehow make their meager stock look a little less... meager.

It didn't.

"If we can cross into StarClan's Claws, we'll be able to reach StoneClan's dry lands." Shadowchaser grimaced. The thought of trying to ford the river to their neutral meetingplace sounded about as fun or easy as a badger attack. He sighed, wishing the rain wasn't dampening his spirits also. "Our best bet is the Deer Path, you're right." But the last we need is to provoke an attack. Shadowchaser's golden eyes reflected his frustration clearly. "What we need is chickweed. Any chance it grows in the mountains?"

Wet fur and damp conditions made the perfect breeding ground for sickness. Sickness meant coughing. Coughing meant infection. Shadowchaser's lungs squeezed and he forcibly reminded himself to breathe. It was still greenleaf. Still warm enough to chase away the illnesses that came with cooler weather. So long as everyone can get dry. StarClan saw fit to test the valley once more, and had set their unkind sights upon NightClan and RainClan in particular.

medicine cat of nightclan

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