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Old March 14th, 2024, 11:58 PM
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。゚゚・。・゚゚。
゚。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
 ゚・。・゚ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice

White tipped paws had compulsively shuffled the stock of herbs far back in the depths of the medicine dens belly, the piles were already meticulously neat - nothing out of place - due to Lostspark’s carful paws and Mossfreckle’s own reeling starry mind, maybe it was the lingering prickles of anxiety or his tattered, crimson rivered heart that seemed to always be locked in a losing battle with the claws of insecurity but that was neither here nor there, he simply sat most nonbustling days for hours on end sorting and resorting the herb stockade… better to be prepared than not. Freckled form finally retreated a few steps away from his tedious repetitive task, mossy hues flitted from herb to herb, each plant a recitation in his starry mind to simply remind himself that he knew what they all did… that he knew how to help Shadowclan, that he was not as useless as he had been only a moon ago… in a silent assessment of their herb supply. Patrols would be coming back soon but the corners of Mossfreckle’s white muzzle turned down when mossy hues settled their gaze on the pile of yarrow and oak leaves, if he was being honest it was more the lack of pile that caught his attention: two oak leaves and one yarrow… and yarrow was not really an herb of leafbare but maybe - just maybe - he could salvage some dried plants from earlier that season, with new leaf drawing ever near and the frost beginning to thaw maybe some would have been preserved without rotting.

Mossfreckle’s starry mind was reeling but along with its usual fog it felt hazy, the confines of his mind felt cloudy and sluggish, angular head shook to try to rid and clear his mind but in that moment the haze remained… it seemed that many a sleepless night was taking its toll on him… insomnia was a lovely and happily excepted excess, it was not a straight up lie but he knew that part of his sleepless nights was his fault as he had a tendency to lose track of time simply staring at the three lined up stars he swore had shown up when his kin had died want felt like millions of moons again… but then again maybe he just had not ever looked that hard until that lost moment he had begged the stars to speak to him. With a yawn the freckled oriental shaped herbalist padded on soft white paws to his mossy nest - only a little begrudgingly - and flopped their lanky form into its midst, white tipped tail curled around his nestled form as Mossfreckle allowed the reelings of starry mind to take over and the exhaustion of sleep deprivation to ease his restless mind to half-conscious state in which he found himself peering over the edge of his cliffs mind… latter, latter, latter, latter… he would deal with that all later.

Seconds, minutes, or hours later, Mossfreckle was not sure when but oriental shaped ears perked as the small hairs prickled with the sound of his name being called from the mouth of the medicine den. Freckled oriental shaped form rose and dipped up into a mountain shape as his white tipped paws pressed resistantly against the cold stone of cave, uprighting himself into a standing position the lanky medicine cat apprentice padded towards the voice of the feline who had called to him, all the while freckled nose twitched to take in the new cats scents… he seemed fine, there was no metallic tang of blood or stench of illness, but then again, not all wounds were physical. Mossy hues blinked against the midday light finally focusing and settling their gaze on the pretty sliver and white tom that stood - seemingly enthralled in the medicine dens existence - at the mouth of the medicine cat’s den. Calm tones slipped from Mossfreckle’s maw after he had flicked his gaze once over the tom to assess any visible wounds his nose may have missed… and maybe a little more… “Can I help you with anything… Fogwatcher?” the apprentice asked with curt but gentle tones hoping with all his heart that he had not just called the feline by a name that was not his own, the feline was here for a reason and there really was not much use in drawing up some elaborate speech that would warrant the same answer to the same question.

{ @SuspiciousMindz ~ Fogwatcher }
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Mossfreckle is Shadowclan’s Medicine Cat

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