burdock roots and olive branches [c]

After safely returning her apprentices to SkyClan's camp, and gathering the supplies to trade in return, Smokepetal headed back out. She hadn't been able to find Wolfblossom, and Birdstar was still incredibly sick, so they would just have to trust her on this one. If it meant getting the final herbs she needed to cure the clan, Smokepetal didn't care what it cost. She did, at least, have the foresight to take a warrior with her... except the only available warrior just to happened to be Sunfire - who had been less than pleased with her ever since Bearpaw joined the medicine den. It wasn't her fault that StarClan had chosen his apprentice to be a medicine cat, but the tom seemed to require a grudge against someone, and she didn't interact with him enough for it to be an issue.

Except for... right now, which had them trudging through ankle-deep snow together on the way to WindClan's new camp, in awkward silence. The warrior didn't seem interested in conversation, but he'd agreed to go with her without complaint, to his credit, and had even offered to carry half the herbs. It's the least he can do, after the disaster with ThunderClan, she thought as she side-eyed him discreetly, wondering how such lovely cats like Falconmoon and Graywind could have such an unlikeable sibling. Perhaps it had been Bloodstrike, Sunfire's mentor, who had soured the yellow tom. Perhaps there was just one in every litter... some elders liked to say that.

"We're almost to the border."

Sunfire's muffled voice startled her out of her thoughts, and Smokepetal slowed, sucking in a breath through her nostrils. She could barely smell the scent of WindClan over the herbs she was carrying, but sure enough, it was there. "Do you know where the camp is?"

"No. About here is where I usually stop."

Smokepetal nodded. She'd never been this far out, either... but surely they would find it, somewhere. Daisypaw would have told WindClan to expect them, right? Her ears twisted backwards, and her gait was barely faster than a walk, but she proceeded forward, anyway, and Sunfire followed.

The two of them stuck to the lakeshore, following it as it curved around. Smokepetal didn't know where, exactly she was going, but was confident that they'd figure it out soon enough, and as a pale figure appeared from the pre-dawn darkness ahead of them, she saw Sunfire stiffen, a low growl accompanying his glower as the WindClan tom approached. Thankfully, he was quiet by the time Sootstorm made it into earshot, and Smokepetal, eager to keep things not just cordial, but friendly, stepped forward - and in front of her churlish companion - to greet him.

"Yes, that would be great," she said eagerly. "I don't know if we've met before, I'm Smokepetal. My... traveling companion is Sunfire." She wasn't about to give him the opportunity to introduce himself rudely, and he didn't seem interested in small talk, anyway, so Smokepetal continued. "Thank you for coming to collect us, I'm afraid this new territory isn't as familiar to me as the last."

Smokepetal raised a brow curiously as Sootstorm announced that he was the deputy, wondering what sort of change in leadership had to occur for that to happen. Last she remembered, Tigerdance had been deputy of WindClan. Was he Tigerstar now? She didn't ask, though, nor did she have to because the moment they arrived at the camp - though they were asked to wait outside - Sootstorm answered the question for her by calling out to them. Mentally filing that away to figure out later, the medicine cat sat back and patiently awaited their return, occasionally sneaking glances out of the corner of her eye at Sunfire to ensure he continued to behave.

They weren't made to wait long, as Daisypaw greeted them shortly, carrying a bundle of herbs with her. Smokepetal ducked her head politely, practically beaming at the young she-cat. "It was kind enough, thank you. I've brought your garlic, too... hopefully this is enough." She nudged her own wrapped bundle towards the apprentice. "You don't know how much this means to us, Daisypaw." Smokepetal looked over the burdock, making mental calculations in her head. It looked like a fair amount - possibly enough for everyone.

With an obvious sigh of relief, the gray tabby nodded to herself, looking up to meet the other cat's eyes. "And... I don't know who's mentoring you, Daisypaw, but if you ever need advice, please, seek me out. We're not too far, and I will share with you what I can."

Smokepetal has traded 13 garlic to Daisypaw.

Catmint: 20
Ragweed: 33
Wild Garlic: 14
Coneflower: 25
Burnet: 12
Lavender: 23
Comfrey Root: 16
Tansy: 4
Dock: 23
Lambs Ear: 27
Tormentil: 23
Burdock Root: ?

Tigerdance as a little late to getting to the Skyclan patrol due to having to arrange something himself regarding his warriors and their temporary camp design. As soon as his name was called he quickly wrapped up his project and came over to where the group sat. The tall striped tom dipped his head in getting to the others, having to hold back a cough before he spoke.

"Thank you for bringing these by." The leader started, having caught the tail end of the interaction. "Your kindness will not be forgotten Smokepetal. If you ever need anything from Windclan, we will be glad to assist you. As long as Daisypaw has the supplies that is." He couldn't sacrifice his own clan to help another but if they had extra then he would be glad to share with any medicine cat. He didn't care what grudges clans held for each other, medicine cats sat outside the typical warrior code, and always deserved respect.