A Sigh of Relief With The Smell of Herbs (open)

The sun was just rising over the forest when Wisteriapaw and her father rejoined RiverClan in the camp. Her paw and her jaws ached from the journey and carrying the large wrap of herbs. However, she didn't feel weary. The sense of accomplishment kept her going, buzzing in her heart. At the back of her mind, she feared the possible wrath of Fishstar. She hoped the fragrant smell of herbs would distract her from the fact she broke the rules.

Finally, she made it to the center of camp. Placing the pile of herbs down she stretched, and glanced around the clearing.

Ashcloud padded behind, paws aching from the long trip. Shadowclan mud still stuck to his pelt, by now dry and scratchy against his skin. Once inside his daughter's den, he dropped the wad of herbs gently into a small dip, and wearily padded back out. His eyes drooped, begging him to fall asleep. The scent of herbs, almost faded before, brought a sense of hope that his clan would become stronger and get over whatever this strange affliction was. The white tom then padded just behind the den to try to wash off all the mud clinging to his fur in the river surrounding camp