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Re: ShadowClan Medicine Cat's Den
Rottenheart
Rottenheart flinched slightly every now and then as Mossfreckle's herbs stung, but his expression was coldly serious. The grump then nodded, slightly annoyed at the fact he had to stay in the medicine den, but well, there was nothing he could do, it was his decision to selflessly fight that dog, maybe recklessly, but damage was already done. @ellie |
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Shadowclan Kit | He/Him | 4 Moons | Just a Scratch It was a little easier to be calm as soon as Mossfreckle hid the cat skeleton from view, given Bleedingkit had been too terrified to take blue eyes off of it for fear it'd suddenly attack him or something, but he was still pretty scared. Luckily his Mama was here and, just like he'd done when we first met her, the little tom set to burrow under Lostsparks belly to hide and feel safe softly whimpering as he did. He was less successful this time however, more grown as he was and try as he might his little blond head was unable to completely shelter under the molly's tail and belly, though the medicine cat holding him helped him calm enough to speak. Bleedingkit looked up at Lostspark, blue eyes wide and watering as he trembled, unharmed but for a little scrap on his cheek from his tumble and whimpered out a "Of course Im bleeding Mama, thats my name. B-but you have to get out, theres a m-monster over there Mama! Its got big fangs and dark eyes and its big and white an-and!" To be fair to the little guy the cat skeleton was all of that, especially to a kitten who'd never seen one before and lucky for them both it seemed Mossfreckle had realized the situation and was taking care of things. Bleedingkit sniffled, not budging from his mothers grip for a second as he looked questioningly up at the brown and white cat. "Y-you really got it? Its not gonna hurt you or Mama or get me in my sleep when I dont pick up after myself like how bad kittens are taken by coyotes?" ....Maybe someone needed to have a chat with whatever queen was telling the scary nursery stories because it seemed to be encouraging an 'active' imagination in the kitten but that was a later thing. For now the little tom held still for the wound tending with no complaint, too used to being treated for his many bumps and scrapes and not bothered by the sting given he didnt really feel it. "Mmm... Y-yeah I brought you a squirrel and a mouse because I like mice best and wanted you to have a good lunch but Im little so I thought a mouse might not be enough so I brought you a squirrel too... I know you both do a lot for me because I fall so much." And the kitten wanted to spend more time with Lostspark of course. Mossfreckle was nice too, though the bengal didnt know him well. @Rose @ellie |
Re: ShadowClan Medicine Cat's Den
https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=41717 | Silverlark | Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Inactive | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Inactive "We's nots supposed to be here, Hazely! Mum's gonna get mad!" the squeaky voice whispered far too loudly as rounded ears flattened against the kit's skull, verdant hues looking in both directions before he hunched over, making himself as small as possible. "Don't be lame, Mousebro. Just in and out, real quick like. Mum won't even hear about it." The silver throated kit blinked, mild confusion in his eyes. The name for once sounding unfamiliar to him. It befuddled him for a moment before he shrugged the feeling away, a small squeak, half of fear and half of mischief escaping him as he followed his golden brother. Mousekit was a good kit, yep. He had to make mum happy happy all the time. Super proud. To make up for reminding her of her stinking, stinky pops. Hazely didn't have that kind of problem. He made mum happy just be existing. It made sense, in a way. His bro bro was way way smarterer than he would ever be. And much more tal... tally.... betterer at everything, mmmhmmm. Plus, he didn't look like Stinkyshadow! If the young kit let himself think about it for only a moment, he would have been very jealous of his brother. But of course, thinking was not his strongest suit, and the tom was just happy to have his brother include him in his games again. Last time they had spoken, they hadn't. It was like his bro didn't want him around anymore. Made him sad, yep. But today? Today they were going to go... somewhere? Mousekit was suddenly not sure where. He knew he wasn't supposed to go there, but other than that... Why couldn't he remember? His memory wasn't that bad usually, was it? Guess if it was he wouldn't know, now would he? A small chortle of glee escaping him at this realization, the small tom became the sneakiest he could - he had been practicing a lot lot ever since Auntie Larky had taught him, mmmhmmm - and followed after the golden tom, tail swaying far too much to be truly as sneaky as he thought he was being. They were getting close, though, he could feel it! Even if he didn't quite remember, he could smell it. It smelled a lot like... His nose wrinkling, a sneeze escaped the round kit, earning a small glare from his companion. Mouthing a breathy sorry at him, he got closer, the scent of herbs almost drowning him. Lifting his head to look around only served to confound him further, however, as the young feline suddenly realized that everything was... dark. Too dark. The only light being that of the quickly dimming stars. "Uh oh... I think that's all the time we got today, Mousebro. It's time to go back. Oh come on, don't be such a kit! We'll play again later. Promise." "Pro... mise?" Stars above, his head hurt. His throat ached something fierce, as well. Like if he hadn't had water in days. Slowly, as if sleep was refusing to let go of him, Silverlark opened his eyes, unsure what was happening. One moment he had been fighting with the mink and- Oh! The mink! As if by instinct, the tom's senses flared up, pushing away the pain he was feeling to allow him the ability to get up, fur raised, ready for battle as voices spoke in the distance before the world tumbled before him and he found himself pressed against the ground once more. No... not the ground. A nest? Where... was he? Blinking the sleep from his eyes, his head light from his attempt to get up, he realized now where that scent from before had been. He couldn't remember what he had been doing before... not after his fight with the minks. Not much of what happened during either, come to think of it. Woah, did he kill the minks and then run back here so fast he just blinked and boom, here he was?! No wonder he was confused! And here he thought he was slow! Obviously he just didn't know his own speed, heh heh! Wait until he told the others! Although... maybe not now. Now seemed like a good time for sleep... @Rose [Lostspark] | @ellie [Mossfreckle] | No need to interact with him if you don't want to! Just wanted to establish the fact that he was waking up! :heartbounce: | |
Re: ShadowClan Medicine Cat's Den
Nightshade hadn't ever been wounded enough to need the skinny little planters in here, but now that she stumbled in, peering at the one who approached her with a cloudy, dangerous periwinkle eye, she felt something in her shift. Like she didn't want to rip this cat's throat out- as much. Her body seemed to be more willing to trust than she was, and she complied with his guidance, allowing the small healer to guide her to a nest. Heaving her exhausted, bloody form into the nest, she stared at him with transparent interest as he worked. She had never been taken care of, never been healed, never been shown concern, so this ought to be at least a bit interesting. As she shifted, she wasn't sure if the fragile unpredictability in her movements were dangerous to them or to herself. As if she'd either break or lunge for his throat or go on a bloody rampage with a wrong move. It was confusing, being as volatile as she was. Always interesting, though. Which made up for it, usually. Not at times like these, unfortunately. "I dunno." She murmured out, brow creasing with confusion. Stupid, she was. Should've gotten a good look. It would've been nice to know who she was supposed to kill, but if she killed anyone she saw out there, then perhaps she'd eventually deliver some karma. Or at least get some tension out. After a moment, she spoke again, taking the poppy seed as she spoke. "You ever done this before, Freckles?" She spoke slowly, articulating her words as clearly as possible, british accent returning as her slurred, muffled words came into focus briefly. great. She got the newbie. He was cute, but cuteness wasn't exactly going to stop her from bleeding to death. It would just make it less painful. "I haven't done this before, either. So." So he could poison her if he wanted. rid the world of its hidden demon. But he wouldn't. Those kind, lush green eyes were windows to that lovely soul of his, and she knew he wouldn't. Couldn't. Speaking of less painful, she felt her muscles easing and her jaw unclenched as pain drifted away into herbally induced relief. He mentioned something about letting him know if he pulled too hard, and she shrugged, non-verbally attempting to deliver the message that he didn't need to worry about that. Little mossball he was, she was more focused on keeping whatever insane bloodlust she had under wraps. She had plenty of self control, and it wasn't like it was uncontrollable, but she hadn't killed recently and it was certainly... taking a toll. It was an obsession she had yet to rid herself of. Her throat ached as she looked up at him, listening to his warning. The ache reminded her of the bruises she didn't remember receiving. The screams she didn't remember letting out. "'kay." She whispered out, breath trembling as she awaited the stinging sensation. Ghostly pale blue eye spasmed with the urge to close, but luckily he held it open long enough to get the poultice in. Whoopee. Letting out a small grunt, she felt her chin jerk slightly, swollen face twisting in discomfort. yeah, that was sucky. She would rather lose the eye- (not really). As he stepped back, she caught his soft, gentle smile with a bleary eye and felt the disgusting twitch of a butterfly in her stomach. He stepped away and she felt awfully alone and uneasy, but obviously she would never, ever say that out loud. That would just be plain dumb. Vulnerability and the humiliating sensation of fear crept through her and contaminated her system like a fatal illness, the disgusting virus of dependence, of fear of whatever the darkness held for her. Perhaps they would return for her. She doubted it though; not because she was protected here in the fortress, they could get through if they wanted to- better yet, they would have finished her off in the forest. So she doubted they would return. But if they did? Not that this shrimpy cat would protect her, but she'd fare better with someone to show off for. It'd be easier to kill those who deserved it if there would be someone to hail her as a hero afterwards. "Thanks, love." She murmured softly, the pain giving way to numbness and the adrenaline giving way to bone-tired exhaustion. She was a survivor. She was an accidental cold blooded killer. She was trained to always be ready for everything and never be caught off guard, and it'd be far too easy for someone to sneak in and kill her while she was dead asleep. But honestly? She was too tired to care. The large Birman-mix laid her head down, shadow and lilac smoked fur messy and not at all how she usually kept it but at least she wasn't passed out in the territory. Or listening to the old-ass cats snoring in the warrior's den. Maybe this wasn't too bad after all. [night and moss are like bella and edward and i love it] |
Re: ShadowClan Medicine Cat's Den
Sagepaw She/her/they { ShadowClan } Apprentice 8 moons l gray tabby with green eyes l quiet Sagepaw peered into the den curiously, looking for Mossfreckle. The young medicine cat was Sage’s second favorite cat in the whole world, and Sage loved to pop in and check on what they were doing. Sage peered around, but didn’t see the medicine apprentice. It can’t hurt to look in the herb store… right? Sage felt skeptical, her heart was pounding as she walked in, trying her best not to look shady. But she probably did. Sage walked quickly to the back of the den, and peered at all the herbs. “Wow!” she murmered. Sagepaw looked up. Pawsteps. Sagepaw frantically scrambled out of the den, glancing around frantically. No cat. Oh well. |
Re: ShadowClan Medicine Cat's Den
Lynxkit ✧*:・゚✧ Quickly, Lynxkit is rushed into the medicine cat's den. The scruff of his neck clamped in a warrior's jaws, the large kit was nothing more than a bloody, mewing, writhing mess. He cried out incoherently. His long, fluffy tail was nothing more then a bloody stump. The odd part was the blood on his front paws- it didn't appear to be his... |
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