❦ The soft thud of white tipped paws landing on the hard packed earth as the lanky medicine cat leaped over the rivulet that cascaded down the cracked and creviced wall and tumbled into the starting did a small but meandering stream was the sole sound that echoed through the burrow of stoney soil and roots, the humming silence of a hot newleaf day slowly edging its way to summer was only interrupted by the snivelling and weak coughs that came for the minuscule kit that bumbled between the tabbied enforcer commanders large front paws and with a nod of his oriental shaped head Mossfreckle set the herbs he had preemptively selected after a quick medical gaze to assertion a brief but thorough understanding of the kits ailments before he made his way form the belly to the mouth of his den with graceful haste. White twinged corners twitched up to confront his face with a momentary grimace of distaste as he took in Fishkit, his starry mind was reeling at the idea of leaving the future at the mercy of a cruel mother, to fate which bore them all in a danse macabre between sick fascination and deadly games - it was no one’s fault but the one who left the little one but the herbalist couldby help but pity the poor thing as he turned to address the larger tom in respectful tones as he moved forward to shuffle the kit from between Hawkbite’s paws, ”Thank you Hawkbite, they seem well enough but I don’t like the way the way they breathy, it’s laboured and their snivelling with a cold and at the moment I cannot tell if it’s simply just the wear of a long day and a lack of care or something more serious…”this was all too familiar…”That all being said, I would like to keep them in the medicine den with me for a while - a quarantine - so as to avoid infecting those who reside in the nursery. Please grab a queen though to nurse Fishkit, they look in need of a good meal… find someone who doesn’t mind staying, it’s a moot point to quarantine if the queen will just carry the disease back and forth, the case doesn’t seem bad enough to really affect anyone but the young who are more susceptible but I don’t want to risk an outbreak because of something easily fixable in hindsight,” a long medical spiel to simply say that Fishkit was staying but probably fine… call him hyper conscious… but it was better safe than sorry. Grousepaw had made his way to sit at the spotted tabbies side, his leg sprawled out on one side in a casual yet characteristic stance, Boneset is a bushy plant with varying heights but its oftentimes on the taller side, its leaves are long ovals that come to a point and have slight serration. Most characteristically though, at the top of the stems is a cluster of small, thin, white spiked flowered that branch out in an almost inverted conical manner. It is eaten to treat colds and the early onset stages of lung infections like white cough and green cough,” the tom spoke absentmindedly in disconnected tones as he went to gather a damp ball of moss to tidy the kit up, the knowledge was instilled deeply with the annals of his mind, it was second nature and took little effort to recall and recite the descriptions and uses - anyway, the eclectically patterned tom soon gained a visual as Mossfreckle pointed with a peteite paw to the puffed flowers as he passed.
❦ Fishkit resided now between the healers white tipped paws as he gently wiped Awh the few weeks of grim the almost newly born kit had acquired, quick rubbing paw movements followed the gentle, cold strokes of the stream damp moss that washed away the mud and earth that had made a home on the little one’s pelt, his paws replacing the moss every other moment to assure her temperature remained normal and the cold didn’t spike the fever she seemed to be on the brink of at the moment. Chunking the moss into the rivulet which would carry it forward and out of the den and soon out and away form the camp, the lanky feline began to knead together the Boneset and elder flowers as his mossy hues flitted to settle within fiery ambers to address his apprentice while his paws work diligently below him, ”Elder flowers are used to help alleviate congestion and fever, soothe aches, and stimulate appetite - a useful herb overall to treat colds - Lostspark said that Elmshadow said to combine Boneset and Elderflowers which is what I’m going to do now - he hadn’t tried it but I trust the judgement of the two. In appearance it is similar flower wise to the Boneset but it is a much taller bush - admit tree like - and has broader deeply verdant almost dark purple twinged leaves,” finished with his second lesson and the muddling of the two herbs into a manageable paste - a quick taste had him slipping off to gather honey and another water soaked ball of moss which he then coated with the herbs and a drizzle of honey to make a sweet drink that was more palatable for the molly, ”Here you are you floppy little fish,” he cooed to the little one in chipper tones, a truthful action but a ploy to get the herbs down nonetheless, ”You are going to stay with me for a bit but I promise someone will be coming for you in a bit, I am sure you are hungry - but this will be a yummy drink while you wait, it will make you feel better too.” Mouthed words told Hawkbite to keep an eye on the kitto for a moment as the oriental’s feathery tail twitched in a directional movement for Grousepaw to follow him with the den, ”Honeycomb comes from beehives and the golden liquid - honey, as you know - can be used to coat and soothe aching and sore throats as well as be added to oral herbal mixtures to sweeten them, in a pinch it can also be used as a mild antiseptic when marigold and cobwebs aren’t an option but I see few times that will ever be the case as it’s easier to gather those two than honey,” paws shuffled up extra herbs in their organised crevices as he spoke, eyes flitting to vivid star shaped sunny star shaped flowers that grew within the den alongside a decent stockade, ”Blazing star is a rarer herb and can be used to treat the onsets of unknown diseases, it is very recognisable by its almost star burst apprentice and vivid canary hues,” the tom lectures briefly as he picked his way back to were the enforcer stood with his dark hued eyes fixated on the little one as directed.
❦ Gingerly, caines found their way to Fishkit’s scruff as Mossfreckle picked the kit from the earthen floor and carried her to a downy and moss nest as she flopped ungracefully against his chest as she dangled, with utmost care the tom tucked the molly up - fluffy moss here and there until she appeared warm and snuggly within her nest. Flitting to the lichen shrouded mouth of his burrow the freckled healer curled up a bit away form the kit and waited for the requested queen to make her way through the curtains, a precaution but a necessary one… Shadowclan always came first… over any singular feline and over himself most of all, it wasn’t as if he wanted to isolate Fishkit by any means but the situation called for cation and the secondary solution wasn’t one he was or would ever me comfortable taking - the kit was sick and while they may be utterly uncontagious a few days of quarantine for one was better for the greater good than simply letting the kit enter the nursery and infect the current young inhabitants whom resided there already.
{ @Spider ~ Fishkit // enjoy Moss time /w\ she will be quarantined at your discretion, just ease the symptoms when you no longer want her there, since it’s an needed characteristic decision and not critically necessity to the rp guidelines } { @SuspiciousMindz ~ Hawkbite } { @redshiftreign ~ four herbs for you o7 // also we will be doing honey in 0.2s from now on }
(I have a word processing and memory disorder so please be patient as long posts like this take longer for me to understand <3 If you ever see I've gotten something wrong please let me know so I can fix it <3 )
Mothcloud padded into the medicine den after hearing a mewling kit. The queens motherly instincts turned on fast, "Poor Fishkit....... little mite must be freezing and hungry." Mothcloud fretted in her soft, gentle tone. The queens orange tabby tail flicked upwards in worry. "Oh my...... this poor little thing. Where was it found? Is the kit injured?" Mothcloud fretted, frantically sniffing the little kit. Mothcloud closed her eyes to calm her nerves and looked gently at Fishkit. Looking at Mossfreckle, Mothcloud hesitantly settled next to the kit, sniffing it gently and licking it gently, being careful and not wiping anything off that may have been put on. Mothcloud warmed the little one a bit. Hoping Fishkit would smell her milk and naturally come over.
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Rose littered this profile with flowers
૮ ྀིྀིྀི₍ ⸝⸝•̥\./•̥⸝⸝ ₎ ྀིა felix left a fawn here
Oceanstar is the leader of Beachclan, he has a SEMI-OPEN den policy. Willowtail of Riverclan is Tier 3 Beefed Up and Agatha Kitty ! Both active<3
Blackberry (Moonclan) , Softdove (Treclan), and Crowsong (Fogclan). Medicine cats all have OPEN DEN policies
@/Beanz is haunting my profile :sniffles
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 42 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Flashpaw - @Blaaze ] [Grousepaw - @redshiftreign ]
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Mistlewhisker helped Flashpaw inside, depositing her on one of the nests and glancing around as she called for the medicine cats. Once one of them arrived, the deputy would dip her head. "Flashpaw was attacked by Starrypelt in the territory. She can relay the events to you." Mistlewhisker did not want to skip over anything that Flashpaw had gone through, in case it was important for treatment. "I am going to report this to Dawnstar. Call for me if you require me." With that, she dipped her head again and turned to leave.
GROUSEPAW THE TRAILBLAZER
⋆˖ The Fool ˖⋆ SILVER TONGUE - JUST A SCRATCH - BURN, BABY, BURN
"now i'm pretty sure there isn't gonna be some little fix, the game wasn't rigged by accident."
grouse decided that maybe he didn't hate it so much. it being the medicine den. what he had perceived as an earthy coffin had grown into a much gentler cradle, sheltering his mottled pelt from the elements and the tempest of judgement and hatred. it was a shell, in a way, and he deigned to allow himself brief moments of reprieve within its husk, even if he still spent most of his time out in the clearing, flickering boldly between clanmates in a desperate social spiral.
when mistlewhisker strode into the den, flashpaw injured in stride, grousepaw cut his losses and stood at her behest like a diligent sentinel, focus sparking like flame to kindling behind amber eyes, catching in the sparse rays through the root network overhead. purpose. a purpose.
he knew it was all an elaborate distraction. keep his paws and mind busy, stifle down the flames that spread. it wasn't working.
if anything, this inside view only poured gas on the fire. but that wasn't the point.
flashpaw needed healing.
as mistlewhisker departed, grouse gave a grunt of acknowledgement and jerked his head over his shoulder to beckon flashpaw to one of the nests. "you look rough. what happened? uh. . . if you want to tell me, i mean. i don't really have to know." he asked with a friendly and relaxed smile as he trotted to the herb stores, collecting up what he needed with a diligent eye. on his return, he scooped up some moss wet in the rivulet through the den to clean the wounds with.
if he looked nervous, he knew his patient would get nervous too, so grouse kept a steady head on his shoulders, cleaning up the shoulder wound with the damp moss, marigold and cobweb rested neatly at his paws. he carefully ran the cool water soaked moss over the irritated and pulled fur of her stomach. it would do good to make it less inflamed and sore, especially since he pushed a small seed towards the she-cat on a mottled paw. as he sat the now-dirty moss aside, he said "here, for the pain." and offered her the poppy seed.
chewing the marigold into a nice paste, grouse kept his eye on the wound and made sure to double check her for any others. upon finding nothing, he let out a sigh through his nose and smoothed the marigold over the freshly cleaned wound, then bound it in with cobweb. sitting back on his haunches, he surveyed his work one final time and then nodded.
"not to bad, huh?" he mused, head canted slightly to the side. "you're all-right to sleep in the apprentice den, but. . . just, be careful. don't re-open your wound or anything. i'd hold off on any training for a few days and say to get plenty of water, food, and rest."
[ -1 moss, -1 marigold, -1 cobweb ]
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grousepaw is shadowclan's medicine cat apprentice
they and mossfreckle have a semi-closed den policy.
◇ Flashpaw ◇ The Lost Melody ◇ Purrks: The Collector ____________________
Green hues followed Mistlewhisker as she left the den. Part of her wanted to ask her to stay. To not go, not leave her here in the darkness. But that part of her was forgotten when the tabby exited. Her throat hitched a bit, and no words wanted to come out. Her attention quickly switched to Grousepaw as he beckoned her over. She agreed silently without any sign of inobedience. She had no need to after all. Orders seemed to be the only thing keeping her focused lately. Damn, she wanted Silverlark. Speaking of which she hadn’t seen him around in a while and nobody had told her if anything happened. Her thoughts quickly were collected again as the pattered feline asked her a question. “I-I… was s-separated from m-my p-patrol. S-st-Starrypelt att-ttacked me. I-I… I…” she couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence.
A murderer. the Lost Melody was a murderer. She murdered her Assassin. But it scared her. Would it get her on trouble? She hoped not. It shouldn’t. It wouldn’t. “I… k-k-illed… her.” fear. A primitive fear. Like a rabbit hunted by a fox. A fear only prey knows, being stalked and tracked by the beast nature intends to kill you. To take your life by the throat. In a stroke of desperation after her wounds were tended to, she cast the healer a tentative glance. “Th-thank y-you, Grousepaw. Say, Y-you w-wouldn’t h-have happened t-to j-have seen S-s-Silverlark l-lately.. have you?” She didnt know. She just simply didn’t know. Nobody had told her. And whether he would tell her or not was undecided.
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@redshiftreign [this takes place before the meeting! Im unsure if Grouse would be aware of Silverlarks death but if he is feel free for him to respond or react accordingly!]
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.
。゚゚・。・゚゚。
゚。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
゚・。・゚ they/he ~ medicine cat
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The High Priestess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
❀⊱ { - 1 boneset // - 1 elder flower } ⊰❀
❦ The putrid and deadly aroma of illness hung heady in the air, sweet herbal scents were masked by the bitter scents that sent the spotted tabbies freckled nose twitching, contorting his maw in a momentary grimace which he hid away to an internal worry the moment it crossed his face settling back into the calm, detached indifference of a healer whom served his clan as a whole above the one… one sickness meant many… the thought rolled like a marble between two fingers as it rested uneasily like a blanket of ash over the starry forest of his currently reeling mind… focus, focus, focus… the mask slipped over his senses and all that remained was flesh and bone and a mind hewn from knowledge and the repentance of one’s self to nothing. Midst hues drifted to center the weary sandy coloured molly in the forefront of his vision as lanky form rose and leaped in a graceful arch over the rivulet that cascaded form a crevice in the rock interior of his burrow and split the medicine den into too half moons, white tipped paws landed with a soft thudding whisper and Mossfreckle strode to sniff tentativly at the feline that stood reeking with the heat of a fever radiating off her lightly toned pelt, ”Come with me,” the healers curt tones directed as his feathery tail flicked in a directional motion which hid the irritated twitches quite well - there was no need to keep the sickness wafting through the air any longer - ”You can take this nest, it’s a precautionary measure - you should have come sooner rather than lingering on the warriors den, but what’s done is done,” the tom was not mad per se but as a common rule of law it was best to visit before the fever set in rather than after one was weak and sweating with the deadly grasp of a fever yet to break… selfish… that was not the fully right word for it but at that point it seemed to be quite that, benefit of the doubt said they just wanted to do their job but still…
❦ Allowing the molly a chance to get comfortable in the alcoves and secluded area of the burrow which resided deep with the medicine dens belly and acted almost as a quarantine room the oriental leapt the babbling rivulet once more and returned with two different fluffy, white flowered herbs which in unison would work to ease the fever and cough that ravaged and plagued Dandelionshade’s body at present, ”Eat these, please,” the healer instructed on medically polite tones as his petite paw pushed a muddled mix of boneset and elder flower towards the light pelted molly - ever so carful to place them at a distance which catered to the mollies weakened state, no straining or strife intended. Administered herbs taken, Mossfreckle busied himself fluffing moss and making sure Dandelionshade was not completely hidden away but well enough away from the hustle and bustle of his den so as to not infect those who came in with minor cuts or lesser wounds before turning to address the sand coloured molly once more, ”If you feel up to it, you are more than welcome to sit in the stream to lower your fever… in theory it should work as the water is quite cold as it comes up from a spring in the ground. The water is about chest deep so you will not need to worry about swimming to stay a float. For the time being you are to stay and rest in the medicine den, do not go wandering through the tunnels out of boredom of you find yourself face to face with Dawnstar and I doubt that would be enjoyable for either parties involved,” an offer and a warning give the tom padded off with his large angular ears perked at the ready if Dandelionshade had any last minutes comments or concerns to make before her much needed rest and quarantine.
{ @DazzelHummr ~ Dandelionshade // She can leave anytime after the second of August as long as you post that she is no longer feeling sick or showing symptoms. Also, my deepest apologises for the mess that this post is as I am currently at the airport and probably have corona at worse and just sick at best /w\ }
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౨Mossfreckle is Shadowclan’s Medicine Catৎ
it is not a fate cast in the stars, it is a calling written in blood and etched in bone
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Re: ShadowClan Medicine Cat's Den
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Originally Posted by ellie
。゚゚・。・゚゚。
゚。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
゚・。・゚ they/he ~ medicine cat
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The High Priestess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
❀⊱ { - 1 boneset // - 1 elder flower } ⊰❀
❦ The putrid and deadly aroma of illness hung heady in the air, sweet herbal scents were masked by the bitter scents that sent the spotted tabbies freckled nose twitching, contorting his maw in a momentary grimace which he hid away to an internal worry the moment it crossed his face settling back into the calm, detached indifference of a healer whom served his clan as a whole above the one… one sickness meant many… the thought rolled like a marble between two fingers as it rested uneasily like a blanket of ash over the starry forest of his currently reeling mind… focus, focus, focus… the mask slipped over his senses and all that remained was flesh and bone and a mind hewn from knowledge and the repentance of one’s self to nothing. Midst hues drifted to center the weary sandy coloured molly in the forefront of his vision as lanky form rose and leaped in a graceful arch over the rivulet that cascaded form a crevice in the rock interior of his burrow and split the medicine den into too half moons, white tipped paws landed with a soft thudding whisper and Mossfreckle strode to sniff tentativly at the feline that stood reeking with the heat of a fever radiating off her lightly toned pelt, ”Come with me,” the healers curt tones directed as his feathery tail flicked in a directional motion which hid the irritated twitches quite well - there was no need to keep the sickness wafting through the air any longer - ”You can take this nest, it’s a precautionary measure - you should have come sooner rather than lingering on the warriors den, but what’s done is done,” the tom was not mad per se but as a common rule of law it was best to visit before the fever set in rather than after one was weak and sweating with the deadly grasp of a fever yet to break… selfish… that was not the fully right word for it but at that point it seemed to be quite that, benefit of the doubt said they just wanted to do their job but still…
❦ Allowing the molly a chance to get comfortable in the alcoves and secluded area of the burrow which resided deep with the medicine dens belly and acted almost as a quarantine room the oriental leapt the babbling rivulet once more and returned with two different fluffy, white flowered herbs which in unison would work to ease the fever and cough that ravaged and plagued Dandelionshade’s body at present, ”Eat these, please,” the healer instructed on medically polite tones as his petite paw pushed a muddled mix of boneset and elder flower towards the light pelted molly - ever so carful to place them at a distance which catered to the mollies weakened state, no straining or strife intended. Administered herbs taken, Mossfreckle busied himself fluffing moss and making sure Dandelionshade was not completely hidden away but well enough away from the hustle and bustle of his den so as to not infect those who came in with minor cuts or lesser wounds before turning to address the sand coloured molly once more, ”If you feel up to it, you are more than welcome to sit in the stream to lower your fever… in theory it should work as the water is quite cold as it comes up from a spring in the ground. The water is about chest deep so you will not need to worry about swimming to stay a float. For the time being you are to stay and rest in the medicine den, do not go wandering through the tunnels out of boredom of you find yourself face to face with Dawnstar and I doubt that would be enjoyable for either parties involved,” an offer and a warning give the tom padded off with his large angular ears perked at the ready if Dandelionshade had any last minutes comments or concerns to make before her much needed rest and quarantine.
{ @DazzelHummr ~ Dandelionshade // She can leave anytime after the second of August as long as you post that she is no longer feeling sick or showing symptoms. Also, my deepest apologises for the mess that this post is as I am currently at the airport and probably have corona at worse and just sick at best /w\ }
Dandelionshade || Warrior || She/her
The warrior carefully follows Mossfreckle into the den. As she made it to the nest, Dandelionshade would give a nod on the medicine cat's comment. It was foolish entering back to camp with a slight cough and not knowing it would worsen. Somehow the nest was oddly comfy, felt very nice to lay her head down onto it. But with the way it is, she'd start to cough. Covering those coughs by placing her face on the nest. Leaving them a little dizzy and wheezing after coughing so much. Dandelionshade's eyes caught presence of the mixed herbs that Mossfreckle would lay it out to her. Without a word, she begun stretching her arm to grab them. Bringing it up closely to sniff them and then eat the herbs. This leaves her tongue with much bitterness and herbal kind of flavor.
When the medicine cat would share their offer and warning to Dandelionshade, she simply nods while a bit interested in visiting the stream sometime. But yeah, it be better for her to stay put. So she'll just side-lay down onto the nest. Before Dandelionshade turned her head to Mossfreckle, "Well I'd like to thank you for helping me with this fever. And lending me a spot to stay in while I can uh recover", She'd said with a sickly voice. Now turning back, and resting with her eyes closed.
(Mossfreckle - @ellie// Oh alright, I'll make sure to take note of that ahh no worries, I definitely understand whats up, so no need to apologize! Just sure hope your doing fine and have a safe travel.)
。。゚゚・。・゚゚。
゚。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
゚・。・゚ they/he ~ medicine cat
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The High Priestess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
❦ Fatigue has swallowed the medicine cat whole as sleep slowly washed over his senses more a flood than the soft drifting haziness of one who went to bed with a pure and calm state of mind, sleep had never come easy to Mossfreckle - there was always something setting the spotted tabbies starry mind reeling - but this day after all the healing and blood and the gathering and the forced interactions he had cherished but… [I]stars…[/I\ the day had left him nothing more than a dead feline standing up due to some sick and twisted whim of the dark forest, but alas, this was reality and the deep seated ache within his bones was far to straining and pained to be anything but reality so when it came to the daily point in which the oriental healer stood on the edge between starlit forest and the howling peak like cliff of his mind the tom stepped of the edge at his own volition, wind rushed past his large, angled ears as he let the abysmal voids of oblivion cradle him - their taunting whispers no more than a cacophony as he fell quicker and quicker until his eyes fluttered shut and all the strife and fear and anguish and turmoil and white hot rage slipped form his body in the even, rhythmic cadences of sleep. Terror laced in a prickling wave over Mossfreckle’s silken pelt.. but only for a moment… adrenaline coursed through his veins… but only for a moment… bile rose and burned his throat… but only for a minute second… mossy hues blinked away sleep as the medicine cat shoved all the worry deep within his core and allowed the usual calmness of his demeanour to act as a wall between selfish weakness and the beneficial righteousness of giving one’s self in whole to a cause, but as his vision focused and his pupils dilated to unhaze and see on full the now dark belly of his burrow his star marked face softened to a raw openness as it took in the fluffy, splotched silver form of Fogwatcher whom had awaken him form his slumber, ”Foggy?” the freckled feline murmured as his lanky body rolled over so that the medic could lick the other felines chin in selfish comfort and a medical act to get his chin to rise and expose his throat, relief flooded his veins replacing the chill of adrenaline with a dizzy chill, ”Foggy…” a repetition if only to assure this was real, that the clouded, lapis eyes feline was still alive at his side, ”Foggy, love… you scared me… is it your throat… are you all right?” he wouldn’t hide behind a mask indifference in front of this tom… he loved him… and Mossfreckle did not want to lie to him, did not want to play a brave victor when all he really was an starry minded healer who had been saved for some stars forsaken reason by long dead archaic felines to serve out a starlit oath he only stumbled along - he did admittedly well, had gained the confidence of his leader and in turn had gained his own sense of confidence in his own knowledge and skill - but at the end of the day he was really nothing… he was a tool and in comparison to all the stars in the sky and all the clan cats past present and future he was no more than a speck, a single bloom that would wither in leaf bare and be replaced by something more dazzling in the new leaf to come… the masses over one… and he had done good to never that. Mossy hues met lapis and the tom could feel his pelt heating up with embarrassment… he wouldn’t lie… he wanted the tom but the tom did not deserve to fall for an idea, the healer was not a very visual mess but he was a mess nonetheless underneath and it was quite well hidden, a star hewn perfect mask of calm, professional indifference… but not now… he would lay his heart out tattered and raw for this tom - if that was even what he was going to adress the three words he might have heard… those three words he had said before… but something about almost losing Fogwatcher had set ablaze a whole new meaning in those three strung together words. I love you, I Love You, I LOVE YOU… he loved the Foggy plain and simple and he wanted to say it again and again through the tears that welled in his eyes a product of the relief and fear and far too real emotions, but he simply laid there, clam oceans meeting savage forest, hitched breath and unblinking eyes… I love you… and something about the tension that hung like thick silken threads in the air between the two toms seemed to hold the weight of unsaid words form long past rendezvous, like a dam breaking let Fogwatcher’s words pour from his maw - good, bad, or indifferent… or… he would shove the feelings deep with the cage of his ribs fat beyond the reach of his panging, crimson tendriled and dripping heart and grab a poppy seed for the felines throat, slink back to his own nest and hope he could face the tom in the morning light… he felt naive… but he didn’t regret his words or the fact that he had sought comfort from the tom, selfishly needed to feel his breaths just to know that he had actually saved him and not failed so miserably like he had with his family… he could have helped them now… and the thought ate him alive, at least Fogwatcher hadn’t been yet another life he couldn’t keep going - in the end he wounding change a thing, even if the tom laughed in his face he was happy that he could still do such, that he still lived.
{ @SuspiciousMindz ~ Fogwatcher // babies, I love them far too much }
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౨Mossfreckle is Shadowclan’s Medicine Catৎ
it is not a fate cast in the stars, it is a calling written in blood and etched in bone
(I have a word processing and memory disorder so please be patient as long posts like this take longer for me to understand <3 If you ever see I've gotten something wrong please let me know so I can fix it <3 )
Mothcloud padded into the medicine den after hearing a mewling kit. The queens motherly instincts turned on fast, "Poor Fishkit....... little mite must be freezing and hungry." Mothcloud fretted in her soft, gentle tone. The queens orange tabby tail flicked upwards in worry. "Oh my...... this poor little thing. Where was it found? Is the kit injured?" Mothcloud fretted, frantically sniffing the little kit. Mothcloud closed her eyes to calm her nerves and looked gently at Fishkit. Looking at Mossfreckle, Mothcloud hesitantly settled next to the kit, sniffing it gently and licking it gently, being careful and not wiping anything off that may have been put on. Mothcloud warmed the little one a bit. Hoping Fishkit would smell her milk and naturally come over.
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Originally Posted by ellie
。゚゚・。・゚゚。
゚。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
゚・。・゚ they/he ~ medicine cat
❦ The soft thud of white tipped paws landing on the hard packed earth as the lanky medicine cat leaped over the rivulet that cascaded down the cracked and creviced wall and tumbled into the starting did a small but meandering stream was the sole sound that echoed through the burrow of stoney soil and roots, the humming silence of a hot newleaf day slowly edging its way to summer was only interrupted by the snivelling and weak coughs that came for the minuscule kit that bumbled between the tabbied enforcer commanders large front paws and with a nod of his oriental shaped head Mossfreckle set the herbs he had preemptively selected after a quick medical gaze to assertion a brief but thorough understanding of the kits ailments before he made his way form the belly to the mouth of his den with graceful haste. White twinged corners twitched up to confront his face with a momentary grimace of distaste as he took in Fishkit, his starry mind was reeling at the idea of leaving the future at the mercy of a cruel mother, to fate which bore them all in a danse macabre between sick fascination and deadly games - it was no one’s fault but the one who left the little one but the herbalist couldby help but pity the poor thing as he turned to address the larger tom in respectful tones as he moved forward to shuffle the kit from between Hawkbite’s paws, ”Thank you Hawkbite, they seem well enough but I don’t like the way the way they breathy, it’s laboured and their snivelling with a cold and at the moment I cannot tell if it’s simply just the wear of a long day and a lack of care or something more serious…”this was all too familiar…”That all being said, I would like to keep them in the medicine den with me for a while - a quarantine - so as to avoid infecting those who reside in the nursery. Please grab a queen though to nurse Fishkit, they look in need of a good meal… find someone who doesn’t mind staying, it’s a moot point to quarantine if the queen will just carry the disease back and forth, the case doesn’t seem bad enough to really affect anyone but the young who are more susceptible but I don’t want to risk an outbreak because of something easily fixable in hindsight,” a long medical spiel to simply say that Fishkit was staying but probably fine… call him hyper conscious… but it was better safe than sorry. Grousepaw had made his way to sit at the spotted tabbies side, his leg sprawled out on one side in a casual yet characteristic stance, Boneset is a bushy plant with varying heights but its oftentimes on the taller side, its leaves are long ovals that come to a point and have slight serration. Most characteristically though, at the top of the stems is a cluster of small, thin, white spiked flowered that branch out in an almost inverted conical manner. It is eaten to treat colds and the early onset stages of lung infections like white cough and green cough,” the tom spoke absentmindedly in disconnected tones as he went to gather a damp ball of moss to tidy the kit up, the knowledge was instilled deeply with the annals of his mind, it was second nature and took little effort to recall and recite the descriptions and uses - anyway, the eclectically patterned tom soon gained a visual as Mossfreckle pointed with a peteite paw to the puffed flowers as he passed.
❦ Fishkit resided now between the healers white tipped paws as he gently wiped Awh the few weeks of grim the almost newly born kit had acquired, quick rubbing paw movements followed the gentle, cold strokes of the stream damp moss that washed away the mud and earth that had made a home on the little one’s pelt, his paws replacing the moss every other moment to assure her temperature remained normal and the cold didn’t spike the fever she seemed to be on the brink of at the moment. Chunking the moss into the rivulet which would carry it forward and out of the den and soon out and away form the camp, the lanky feline began to knead together the Boneset and elder flowers as his mossy hues flitted to settle within fiery ambers to address his apprentice while his paws work diligently below him, ”Elder flowers are used to help alleviate congestion and fever, soothe aches, and stimulate appetite - a useful herb overall to treat colds - Lostspark said that Elmshadow said to combine Boneset and Elderflowers which is what I’m going to do now - he hadn’t tried it but I trust the judgement of the two. In appearance it is similar flower wise to the Boneset but it is a much taller bush - admit tree like - and has broader deeply verdant almost dark purple twinged leaves,” finished with his second lesson and the muddling of the two herbs into a manageable paste - a quick taste had him slipping off to gather honey and another water soaked ball of moss which he then coated with the herbs and a drizzle of honey to make a sweet drink that was more palatable for the molly, ”Here you are you floppy little fish,” he cooed to the little one in chipper tones, a truthful action but a ploy to get the herbs down nonetheless, ”You are going to stay with me for a bit but I promise someone will be coming for you in a bit, I am sure you are hungry - but this will be a yummy drink while you wait, it will make you feel better too.” Mouthed words told Hawkbite to keep an eye on the kitto for a moment as the oriental’s feathery tail twitched in a directional movement for Grousepaw to follow him with the den, ”Honeycomb comes from beehives and the golden liquid - honey, as you know - can be used to coat and soothe aching and sore throats as well as be added to oral herbal mixtures to sweeten them, in a pinch it can also be used as a mild antiseptic when marigold and cobwebs aren’t an option but I see few times that will ever be the case as it’s easier to gather those two than honey,” paws shuffled up extra herbs in their organised crevices as he spoke, eyes flitting to vivid star shaped sunny star shaped flowers that grew within the den alongside a decent stockade, ”Blazing star is a rarer herb and can be used to treat the onsets of unknown diseases, it is very recognisable by its almost star burst apprentice and vivid canary hues,” the tom lectures briefly as he picked his way back to were the enforcer stood with his dark hued eyes fixated on the little one as directed.
❦ Gingerly, caines found their way to Fishkit’s scruff as Mossfreckle picked the kit from the earthen floor and carried her to a downy and moss nest as she flopped ungracefully against his chest as she dangled, with utmost care the tom tucked the molly up - fluffy moss here and there until she appeared warm and snuggly within her nest. Flitting to the lichen shrouded mouth of his burrow the freckled healer curled up a bit away form the kit and waited for the requested queen to make her way through the curtains, a precaution but a necessary one… Shadowclan always came first… over any singular feline and over himself most of all, it wasn’t as if he wanted to isolate Fishkit by any means but the situation called for cation and the secondary solution wasn’t one he was or would ever me comfortable taking - the kit was sick and while they may be utterly uncontagious a few days of quarantine for one was better for the greater good than simply letting the kit enter the nursery and infect the current young inhabitants whom resided there already.
{ @Spider ~ Fishkit // enjoy Moss time /w\ she will be quarantined at your discretion, just ease the symptoms when you no longer want her there, since it’s an needed characteristic decision and not critically necessity to the rp guidelines } { @SuspiciousMindz ~ Hawkbite } { @redshiftreign ~ four herbs for you o7 // also we will be doing honey in 0.2s from now on }
The kit meowed as if in protest of being called a "floppy little fish" as she continued to flop around meowing as she was given the sweet sweet drink that almost taste like being brought to a whole new world with this delicious taste she settled down resting her small head against the medicine cats paw
Hawkbite would blink lazily as he watched Mossfreckle do the magical medicine cat thing and do a work over on newly named Fishkit. The tiny thing seemed to love whatever sweet herbs was offered to it. Then the entrance of Mothcloud took him by surprise. Did queens just have this other-wordly sense of motherhood that drew them to sick or orphaned kittens? Perhaps he'd ask Nightshiver about it sometime. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. He'd have to bring Fishkit to see the queen he'd grown fairly close to. A meeting between all the kittens. He hadn't even known about the ones she acquired rencently.
His thoughts could go on forever, but he turned to look at Mossfreckle then at Mothcloud. "He's all yours, I've gotta go find someone," Hawkbite spoke, taking a last glance at Fishkit getting scooped away by the queen. Perhaps he'd come back and check on them sometime. With that, Hawkbite got to his paws and ran away from his family responsibilities just like he always did.
[Fogwatcher]
ShadowClan Warrior
Flock Together [T1] | Bilingual [T1] | The Collector
"Di- Did you mean it? Did you really? I- I needed to confirm you actually.... said that. Those words. Those... words," Fogwatcher spoke, gulping down the anxiety threatening to choke him. He could feel it rising from deep within his chest. Talking about feelings wasn't something he did often --- if he ever had. The ones that Mossfreckle spoke, the ones that escaped him before he drifted off to sleep sparked a new desire in him. The warrior had to know. He needed answers. Was this the word that described all these pent-up emotions and fumbles that always slipped out when he was around Mossy? That had to be the logical answer to this. Had to.
He let his gaze drift away, feeling his pelt burning where Mossy touched him. The nest they were sharing didn't leave much room to move away, so that left an entire half of his body on fire as he waited for an answer. Although, he couldn't stop the words from leaving his own maw before Mossy could answer properly. "Because... because I think- I think-"
A pause, a struggle.
He averted his gaze.
"I think I love you, too. Mossy. I think I really do."