The Nerve Of The Nervous | Foxlily Trespasses

While she would forever maintain that leaf-bare, like all seasons, had its own bounties if one only knew where to look, Foxlily would have to admit that the cold took its toll on her herb gathering. Sure, some plants still lived during the colder months, but many of them were most useful in bloom. There were not nearly enough plants in bloom this time of year. As she rooted through the remains of bushes for anything useful, the scent of SunClan struck.

Their territory was just right there, wasn’t it? This usually didn’t mean too much for her, merely that she needed to not stray much further if she wanted to keep her whiskers. Today, she was less lucky. Today, she remembered something. Comfrey. It didn’t tend to grow on MoonClan territory, but they had heard of it from a SunClan medicine cat when they were only an apprentice. The root of the plant that grew in the grassier portions of SunClan territory was useful for a variety of things. What she cared for most was its ability to soothe wounds, and, as a root, its availability in winter. Her claws flexed with the temptation.

There were plants that did similar things in the forest, yes, but they were harder to come by. If she could only be quick, she might be able to nab a mouthful of roots to keep the Clan going until green-leaf returned their usual selection to them. Foxlily’s paws moved on their own. Treacherous instinct took her into SunClan territory, slowly, cautiously, at first, but with every few steps their pace quickened and quickened. StarClan, please don’t let a patrol find me, she pleaded mentally. As if she could rely on StarClan.