deep in the marsh [herb hunt]

I wish I could go back in time; not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice.

Juniperpaw trailed after Nightpaw, gaze flickering between both Fernpaw and the medicine cat apprentice. They were both older than her, and the closest this patrol had to a warrior... Nightpaw had almost been made a warrior, right? Heatherberry interrupted his warrior ceremony to appoint him as her apprentice... so surely, that meant this patrol had pretty much one warrior, so there was... no reason to be scared... the black she-cat's gaze darted around the pine forest nervously. Just for good measure, she took a step closer to Fernpaw. She really did feel bad that she was sticking to the older apprentice so much everytime she got scared, but there really was just no one else around.

Juniperpaw blinked as Nightpaw gave them instructions. Looking for plants? She could look for plants-- quite well, too, from her constant foraging for art materials. She wasn't quite sure what this area had to offer, but whatever she found was worth noting for future projects. With a bit more spring in her step, the black she-cat set off to the nearest clump of ferns, carefully sniffing it's roots and the surrounding area for any specific tangy scent. Small white flowers sprung up to greet her. She knew these flowers! Had used them quite often before too. "Nightpaw, I found some daisies... are they of any use?"