Gnawkit popped her head into the den that smelled strongly weird. following her nose she spotted a cat that smelt like the den. without a voice Gnawkit realized it wasn't going to bbe easy to get her message through...
so what did the paniced kit do?
She attempted to bite the medicince cat to get their attention, before stompping as if to say *hey! down here! look at me!*
swirling in a circle she made a paniced expression before stomping again. looking up she gave her best (or at least she hoped resembled) *follow me plz* face
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(Wildkit @/---bluestar--- is in need of help, they are fainting and can't seem to walk right)
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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat
❦ Oriental shaped ears perked to the sound of small pawsteps that wisped in soft thuds against the hard packed earth as they shuffled through the lichen curtain at the mouth of the den and grew louder as they retreated further into the belly of the medicine cats den, angular head canted over a freckled shoulder as Mossfreckle turned to acknowledge the feline who had entered the den he now shared with Grousepaw - no longer did he live his life alongside Lostspark who now slept in the deep bough of the massive and old cedar that’s roots knotted to shroud the herbalist new home. Lanky form sidestepped away from the kits intended chomp and an idle twitch of the medicine cat’s white tipped feathery tail was the only conveyance of his momentary annoyance at the kits impractical and ill mannered attempt at gaining his attention, the feigned lack of annoyance soon became reality, however, at the end of the day it simply wasn’t that deep and mossy hues dipped to gaze down at the young feline whose lack of verbal ability had them moving erratically in a panicked state that did little good to convey their true meaning besides piquing the interest of the freckled tom and set his attention on the clearly dire situation, ”Hey kitto, it’s okay,” the tom spoke in calm soothing tones, ”can you bring me to the problem please,” Mossfreckle ask before he stood and motioned with a flick of a tail for Grousepaw to follow him, it would be a good paws on experiance and it was better to take him along then leave him alone in the den - it was not there did not trust the young molly but he was not about to leave anyone alone with his still - in his mind - meagre herb supply.
{ @redshiftreign ~ Grousepaw }
{ @Estelle ~ Nightshiver // no need to jump in if you don’t want to but I wanted to give you the option as I’m not sure how night would react or if it’s in character for her to be involved/know about this o7 }
{ @Ragwort ~ Gnawkit } { @---Bluestar--- ~ Wildkit }
[ So if I understood correctly I believe that Gnawkit is grabbing Mossfreckle for Wildkit who hit their head and is dizzy, also for future reference make sure to wait for one of us to reply the the healing request form before posting a starter and add any characters and their users who may be a part of the rp who aren’t the injured character in other notes so that it is easier for us to follow, thank you ]
GROUSEPAW THE TRAILBLAZER "i asked the right questions. i never even really got bored."
[ @ellie[mossfreckle], @Ragwort[gnawkit], @---Bluestar---wildkit ]
the medicine den is an adjustment, grousepaw decided. an adjustment he wasn't exactly keen on. in fact, he was 90% sure he was going to be spending 90% of his time in here. that other 10%? hell, he didn't know. sneaking out was off the table now- dawn was probably looking for any reason to shred him into little grouse scraps and use him to fertilize the grotto's plants. so, a far cry from his usual view on life, the mottled tom had to be a bit pragmatic and a whooollle lot subtler with his dissidence.
this whole medicine cat apprentice thing was going Swimmingly. with a capital S for sarcasm. so many damn herbs- each with a name more confusing than the last. he'd managed to sort of pick out the different scents in the den but identifying them was another story. and, like with every new mentor, things were just a little bit awkward while the pair danced around the line of too-mean-or-too-friendly. and, if grouse was being completely honest, he just didn't know how to handle the situation. it was leagues out of his comfort zone (which is really saying something, seeing as his comfort zone ranges from the fires of hell to the frigid halcyon of heaven.)
he was definitely better at breaking things down rather than building them up. so, this was a little beyond his repertoire of skills. but, hey! bright side is that there's no harm in learning- even if it puts the most lethal eyes in the clan directly onto him. it's totally fine.
his head tilted back slightly as he heard pawsteps, soft and light. he almost missed them entirely. mossfreckle's hushed words grabbed grouse's attention acutely, and he rose to his paws, quickly trotting over to stand a tail-length or so away as not to hover but to pick up on what exactly was going on and how moss was handling it.
seemed like this kit needed something. an awkward flick of his ear signified grousepaw's bemusement as he watched moss handle the situation. oh. yeah, okay, the whole 'getting your attention' thing made sense. ish.
it was when he saw that subtle tail flick to follow that he fully locked his focus in. cool. fun. awesome. this would be cool- he'd learn something. silver lining: he loved learning.
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grousepaw is shadowclan's medicine cat apprentice
they and mossfreckle have a semi-closed den policy.
[Fogwatcher]
ShadowClan Warrior
Flock Together [T1] | Bilingual [T1] | The Collector
A soft groan leaves the splotched silver and white tom. He'd been grounded to the medicine cat den following the attack from Mistyshard. His neck injury didn't feel serious, but apparently, it was serious enough that Mossy had locked him away from the clan. The battle replayed in his mind over and over. He should've been more alert, should've been more ready, should've-
There was no changing it. Why dwell on it?
He couldn't stop his mind from lingering on it. There was nothing else to do in this starsaken den. The only thing that made his grounding worth it, was watching Mossy do his job. He could watch the Pretty Kitty waltz around the room all day, even if Grousepaw was present here now. Speaking of such cats, Fogwatcher would let his eyes linger on the medicine cat until he was noticed. He could go for some attention right about now.
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FOGGYMASK
he/him / voice sounds more like a growl / Mind Reader (active)
Foggymask stumbled into the medicine den after leaving Dawnstar's den. "Can you help...? My throat... was slashed. By... a clanmate. After they... murdered another... Clanmate. Can... you get Mistle...whisker... to inform her... of the body? Dawnstar... sent me." the tom said slowly, making sure to not make blood gush out like it had earlier. He flopped down on a nest, sprawled on his side.
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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat
❦ Fatigue weighed heaving in Mossfreckle’s oriental form, weariness coursed through his veins in lieu of the adrenaline that had flooded his system only hours before when he had thrown himself into the sprawl of battle with little thought in his mind… all he saw was red… then crimson blood that had trickled down Fogwatcher’s throat which had glazed his mossy hues with the vermillion tones of rage that hazed over his usual calm demeanour like clouds that blotted out the sun before a thunderstorm but he didn’t feel washed clean of his sins in some saccharine moment between two felines - no, he had quite frankly been ready to slit the mollies own throat if she had chosen to attempt to regain her grip on the silver clouded tom which had gained far more than affection than the spotted tabby usually warranted to those outside of his adoptive family. The gathering had gone well, love gained and returned, his friend given their warrior name and praised as they should among the clan… finally home… she was no longer just the fish who swam too far out the stream and onto the land but a full fledged warrior of Shadowclan… yet… something had been missing as each cat cuddled into his soft pelt and his feathery tail moved to embrace one as his head dipped to lean on Hazels and his little sister, his paws scooping up the latter who would always be one of his favourites - then again she had been his only friend for the longest time as sad as that sounded - but something was missing and he couldn’t help but dart his eyes in an attempt to catch the rise and fall of Fogwatcher’s fluffy sides through the shifts of the lichen curtain in the breeze… Fogwatcher… his love, his life… his mate.
❦ Starry mind was running on fumes at the moment and the lanky tom simply moved and stepped as the situation demanded, actions where absentmindedly mechanical as he rose from his acquired pile of felines when needed and shared his felicitations when needed - some more heart felt the others - but he always remained with his body angled to his den and his paramour within and the moment he could, Mossfreckle slipped through the shrouding of lichen at the mouth of his den, angular head hung high and form regal until his paws made it fully into the dim, light speckled world of his den. Petite white paws guided his freckle body over the rivulet in a leap that was less its usual grace and more a futile and necessary movement to reach the tom he had placed in his own nest, maybe it was selfish but he had wanted to make sure that Fogwatcher was okay, he wanted to forget the world and fall limp against the sleeping tom and let the exhaustion take over. Padding on silent paws that scuffed up against the hard packed earth and made whisper soft wisp of soft soils that skittered with each paw step, ”I love you, Foggie,” Mossfreckle murmured to the tom whom he assumed to be asleep, he wanted him to hear the words but he wouldn’t wake him, lanky form drooped and curled up in the jumble of Fogwatcher’s legs, snuggling into his fluffy grey belly - carful of his bandaged throat - and fell asleep against Fogwatcher as his large ears twitched happily to the rhythmic cadence and melody of the other toms even breaths and beating heart.
{ @SuspiciousMindz ~ Foggie <3 // finished my raid healing whoop, time for the babies }
FOGGYMASK
he/him / voice sounds more like a growl / Mind Reader (active)
Foggymask stumbled into the medicine den after leaving Dawnstar's den. "Can you help...? My throat... was slashed. By... a clanmate. After they... murdered another... Clanmate. Can... you get Mistle...whisker... to inform her... of the body? Dawnstar... sent me." the tom said slowly, making sure to not make blood gush out like it had earlier. He flopped down on a nest, sprawled on his side.
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 41 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Mossfreckle - @ellie (just so you see <3)]
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Mistlewhisker slunk into the medicine den, seeking out the cat who had just come in. "Foggymask. Where did you find Sunnyfern's body?" Straight to the point. She had a cooling body outside with another problem cat she had to deal with, she wasn't about to waste time on necessary words.
Sunpaw dipped low and slunk into the medicine den with such gentleness, careful not to let the herbs she had collected touch the dusty floor.
She carefully made her way over to [ insert one of the medicine cats here ] and set the herbs at their paws. ''Greetings, [ Mossfreckle / Grousepaw ]. I've brought back some herbs from Darkwater Mire.''
That ought to explain why the apprentice was covered in mud up to her belly fur.
{ Due to the The Collector purrk, Sunpaw brought back 3 chervil, 3 comfrey, and 2 horsetail. }
❦ Insufferable… this feline was insufferable even as he strode through the lichen curtain that shrouded the entrance of the medicine cats den, his steps were clunky and stumbled and his throat babbled slightly with the stuttering noises of blood clotting within his creamy, crimson throat - he was waltzing in like he owned the place and making demands to the one who was supposed to heal him, now Mossfreckle could leave and get Mistlewhisker, but I think all parties of authority involved would truly prefer that he did his job while Mistlewhisker did hers. Mossy hues remained fixated on the grey and creamy bicoloured tabby as he flopped without grace into a cozy nest making sure he was settled before the freckled lanky tom leapt with ease over the trickling rivulet which cascaded from the rocky interior of the herbalist’s den, white twinged muzzle gathered ruffled buds and silken threads from the organised piles that rose up the wall filling cracking crevices, diligent paws pawed out two small, dark bead seeds before padding to snag a sopping silvery toned verdant moss ball before returning to the bloodied toms side… this is why you didn’t play hero.”Please take these, they are for the pain,” was the sole clam toned words that the herbalist said before his angular, star marked head bobbed with slow, calculated motions as the medicine cat worked to clean up the deep flesh wound that was carved info his throat… it was bad… he would live but it was definitely a wound meant to kill, this was a danse macabre but the spotted tabby oriental was the one dragging Foggymask from the claws of death. Throat back to a pristine coloured cream, Mossfreckle began to chew the ruffled marigold bud into a fine golden liquid which he then crushed an oak leave in and applied to the gash with a ginger blot of his carful paw. Silken threads were bound around the now orange hazed wound, just as he finished and stepped back to make sure that all seemed in place the deputy slipped through mouth of the medicine cats den - as was to be expected, she help rare much needed common sense - ”Foggymask will live, he will have to stay here for a few days so I can monitor his throat but for now he is your problem,” a glance between the two felines, ”let me know if you need any help, Mistlewhisker.”
{ @ghost. ~ Foggtmask } { @Mica ~ Mistlewhisker }
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