Cloudsong blinked, then pushed his half eaten mouse toward Rainpaw. Here. You have the rest. He dipped his head then stretched his legs dramatically. Well, I'm off for a nap. If anyone asks where I've gone, tell them where I am, will ya? He meowed and flicked his tail over Rainpaw's nose before heading into the elder's den.
Rainpaw
Rainpaw blinked warmly at Cloudsong. "I hope you sleep well!" She called after him. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to finish the mouse Cloudsong left behind, since she hadn't gone on a hunting patrol yet. But she didn't want it to go to waste either, so she ate it quickly. Rainpaw took a moment to clean her face and whiskers before rising to her paws and shaking out her pelt. Satisfied with the small moment of affection from Cloudsong, she turned her attention to look for Swanberry.
Fadingstar arrived back in camp from a quick solo patrol in time to catch Rainpaw carrying an herb bundle around, calling for Redmire and Cloudsong. The leader bristled as Rainpaw offered the elder the herbs, and he ate them without question. What in the name of the stars were they thinking?
Rushing over, Fadingstar stepped in front of both cats, blocking them from leaving. "Rainpaw, what in the stars are you doing? You're not a medicine cat, and you have no herb training. What are you thinking, giving random herbs to an elder? Are you trying to kill them?"
Swinging his gaze to Cloudsong, the leader tried to stifle down the panic at the elder having eaten unknown herbs. For all they knew, they could be poisonous. "Cloudsong, you ought to know better than to accept herbs from anyone but Mistyshard and Berrypaw; for all we know you just ate something that might kill you. I want you staying here; I'm having Mistyshard look at you immediately."
The medicine cat wasn't in the immediate vicinity, so Fadingstar yowled for her. "Mistyshard! Got an elder over here who just ate unknown herbs. Need you to come and figure out what he ate and whether it's safe."
Rainpaw had better pray this wasn't dangerous for Cloudsong, or she'd be in trouble.
Turning his eyes back on the apprentice, he continued, "From here on out, you'll have nothing more to do with herbs. I want you to give whatever you have left to Mistyshard when she gets here. Stay put until we figure out what's going on with Cloudsong."
[ Hi! I know the two of you are newer users and likely don't know this, but cats can't have herbal knowledge unless it's been played out or you've used the Herbal Knowledge perk, so Rainpaw nor Cloudsong have any idea what herbs Cloudsong just ate. In addition, Fadingstar doesn't allow anyone to give herbs to someone unless they're a medicine cat or they have explicit permission from Mistyshard and Berrypaw. Rainpaw will be getting let off with a stern warning this time, but if this happens again she will face punishment. Please reach out with any questions ]
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Fadingstar arrived back in camp from a quick solo patrol in time to catch Rainpaw carrying an herb bundle around, calling for Redmire and Cloudsong. The leader bristled as Rainpaw offered the elder the herbs, and he ate them without question. What in the name of the stars were they thinking?
Rushing over, Fadingstar stepped in front of both cats, blocking them from leaving. "Rainpaw, what in the stars are you doing? You're not a medicine cat, and you have no herb training. What are you thinking, giving random herbs to an elder? Are you trying to kill them?"
Swinging his gaze to Cloudsong, the leader tried to stifle down the panic at the elder having eaten unknown herbs. For all they knew, they could be poisonous. "Cloudsong, you ought to know better than to accept herbs from anyone but Mistyshard and Berrypaw; for all we know you just ate something that might kill you. I want you staying here; I'm having Mistyshard look at you immediately."
The medicine cat wasn't in the immediate vicinity, so Fadingstar yowled for her. "Mistyshard! Got an elder over here who just ate unknown herbs. Need you to come and figure out what he ate and whether it's safe."
Rainpaw had better pray this wasn't dangerous for Cloudsong, or she'd be in trouble.
Turning his eyes back on the apprentice, he continued, "From here on out, you'll have nothing more to do with herbs. I want you to give whatever you have left to Mistyshard when she gets here. Stay put until we figure out what's going on with Cloudsong."
[ Hi! I know the two of you are newer users and likely don't know this, but cats can't have herbal knowledge unless it's been played out, so Rainpaw nor Cloudsong have any idea what herbs Cloudsong just ate. In addition, Fadingstar doesn't allow anyone to give herbs to someone unless they're a medicine cat or they have explicit permission from Mistyshard and Berrypaw. Rainpaw will be getting let off with a stern warning this time, but if this happens again she will face punishment. Please reach out with any questions ]
(oh i didnt know this. im sorry!)
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Larkwing
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24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Cloudwatched was never something Larkwing had ever guessed she'd spend her time doing, but she had to do something to busy her mind. If she did not keep busy, she would think too much, and if she thought too much, she'd begin worrying about every little thing, and if that were to happen, the eyes would get loud again. So, the days had passed since they reached this new territory. It's been... what, almost two full moons now? And, in that time, Larkwing had grown physically stronger, she was eating consistently again, she was actually active and hunting instead of sitting curled up in the corner of Humphrey's barn, and yet her mind was perhaps worse than it had ever been.
It was not obvious to those looking, but in the moments she wasn't actively working, Larkwing could feel the eyes creeping in, she could see them even when her own eyes were shut tight. They had made a home with her, settled into a nest and decided her brain was the perfect place to settle down and start a family. Her new, constant companions. Lark used to think that title would belong to Scorchedhollow, who had been like a father to her more than he had been a mentor, and Finchfluff, who she'd fallen in love with when she was young. And then they both vanished, Scorchedhollow presumed dead, and Finchfluff dead to only Lark before he, too, went missing.
There was Leo, who might've been an important cat to her if they'd continued meeting, but they fell out of contact after Lark's vanishing act. There was Falconfeather, her brother, killed by ShadowClan and taken from her too soon for her liking, there was Springburst, her friend, who she has not seen since she ran away. There was Birdsnow, who seemed to have vanished as well, there was Tansypaw, who Lark did not know the fate of, but who she assumed had run away as well, and there was Rushwater, who Fadingstar had said must not be in good shape if he was even alive at all. All these losses Lark had just assumed would continue to be in her life for as long as she lived, and they'd all vanished. One by one. So, when Fishfreckle, too, had turned up missing, after he promised he'd stick close and ask for help should he need it, Lark had done a lot to keep herself busy. She'd gone hunting, done the odd border patrol, even checked in with a few old friends. And, still, when she found a quiet moment, the eyes blinked open more insistently and her thoughts wandered to the sardonic tom that has irked her for so long until, eventually, she had grown comfortable with him.
Maybe it was the time apart. Maybe it was perspective. Lark wasn't sure, but she had been struggling coming to grips with this most recent loss of someone who was supposed to be her constant, someone who was supposed to exist in her periphery, nagging her with sardonic comments and generally pushing her buttons and being annoying. So, when a hint of a familiar scent is carried into camp from the direction of the camp's entrance, Lark assumes she's imagining it at first. But she turns to look anyways, always hopeful, and freezes with her eyes blown wide.
'He's back,' is all her mind manages to tell her, and she wants to move forward, to greet him back, welcome him 'home', but her paws have grown roots and she's stuck. He looks sick, his ribs stick out from his fur, and his pelt no longer carries the healthy gleam of any well groomed RiverClan cat. It's concern that brings her forward at last, and cream paws eventually find them padding in the spotted tabby's direction, ears back and brows knit in worry.
Stopping in front of him, Lark takes in his appearance briefly, before trying for a smile. "You, uh, you look like hell," she manages to force out, a pitiful attempt at humor. He should probably go see Mistyshard or Berrypaw, and he should get something to eat while he's at it, but, for this very moment, everything could wait.
Fadingstar arrived back in camp from a quick solo patrol in time to catch Rainpaw carrying an herb bundle around, calling for Redmire and Cloudsong. The leader bristled as Rainpaw offered the elder the herbs, and he ate them without question. What in the name of the stars were they thinking?
Rushing over, Fadingstar stepped in front of both cats, blocking them from leaving. "Rainpaw, what in the stars are you doing? You're not a medicine cat, and you have no herb training. What are you thinking, giving random herbs to an elder? Are you trying to kill them?"
Swinging his gaze to Cloudsong, the leader tried to stifle down the panic at the elder having eaten unknown herbs. For all they knew, they could be poisonous. "Cloudsong, you ought to know better than to accept herbs from anyone but Mistyshard and Berrypaw; for all we know you just ate something that might kill you. I want you staying here; I'm having Mistyshard look at you immediately."
The medicine cat wasn't in the immediate vicinity, so Fadingstar yowled for her. "Mistyshard! Got an elder over here who just ate unknown herbs. Need you to come and figure out what he ate and whether it's safe."
Rainpaw had better pray this wasn't dangerous for Cloudsong, or she'd be in trouble.
Turning his eyes back on the apprentice, he continued, "From here on out, you'll have nothing more to do with herbs. I want you to give whatever you have left to Mistyshard when she gets here. Stay put until we figure out what's going on with Cloudsong."
[ Hi! I know the two of you are newer users and likely don't know this, but cats can't have herbal knowledge unless it's been played out or you've used the Herbal Knowledge perk, so Rainpaw nor Cloudsong have any idea what herbs Cloudsong just ate. In addition, Fadingstar doesn't allow anyone to give herbs to someone unless they're a medicine cat or they have explicit permission from Mistyshard and Berrypaw. Rainpaw will be getting let off with a stern warning this time, but if this happens again she will face punishment. Please reach out with any questions ]
[OOC: I'm so sorry! I wasn't sure if that was some form of power playing or would be acceptable. I'm so sorry! Won't happen again!]
Ravenpaw's attention was drawn away to the commotion. She crouched where she sat. Rainpaw was always so careful with the rules, she felt bad for her sister to be scolded so publicly for such a terrible mistake.
Rainpaw shrank in her pelt, mortified. She hunched her shoulders and hung her head, not really knowing what to say. She dared not apologize, she knew a "sorry" wouldn't be enough if something had gone wrong and she made Cloudsong sick, or worse. And she did not defend herself, Fadingstar was right. All she could do now was let the feeling of shame sit in the pit of her belly like a stone, wishing the camp ground would open up beneath her and swallow her.
Larkwing
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24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Cloudwatched was never something Larkwing had ever guessed she'd spend her time doing, but she had to do something to busy her mind. If she did not keep busy, she would think too much, and if she thought too much, she'd begin worrying about every little thing, and if that were to happen, the eyes would get loud again. So, the days had passed since they reached this new territory. It's been... what, almost two full moons now? And, in that time, Larkwing had grown physically stronger, she was eating consistently again, she was actually active and hunting instead of sitting curled up in the corner of Humphrey's barn, and yet her mind was perhaps worse than it had ever been.
It was not obvious to those looking, but in the moments she wasn't actively working, Larkwing could feel the eyes creeping in, she could see them even when her own eyes were shut tight. They had made a home with her, settled into a nest and decided her brain was the perfect place to settle down and start a family. Her new, constant companions. Lark used to think that title would belong to Scorchedhollow, who had been like a father to her more than he had been a mentor, and Finchfluff, who she'd fallen in love with when she was young. And then they both vanished, Scorchedhollow presumed dead, and Finchfluff dead to only Lark before he, too, went missing.
There was Leo, who might've been an important cat to her if they'd continued meeting, but they fell out of contact after Lark's vanishing act. There was Falconfeather, her brother, killed by ShadowClan and taken from her too soon for her liking, there was Springburst, her friend, who she has not seen since she ran away. There was Birdsnow, who seemed to have vanished as well, there was Tansypaw, who Lark did not know the fate of, but who she assumed had run away as well, and there was Rushwater, who Fadingstar had said must not be in good shape if he was even alive at all. All these losses Lark had just assumed would continue to be in her life for as long as she lived, and they'd all vanished. One by one. So, when Fishfreckle, too, had turned up missing, after he promised he'd stick close and ask for help should he need it, Lark had done a lot to keep herself busy. She'd gone hunting, done the odd border patrol, even checked in with a few old friends. And, still, when she found a quiet moment, the eyes blinked open more insistently and her thoughts wandered to the sardonic tom that has irked her for so long until, eventually, she had grown comfortable with him.
Maybe it was the time apart. Maybe it was perspective. Lark wasn't sure, but she had been struggling coming to grips with this most recent loss of someone who was supposed to be her constant, someone who was supposed to exist in her periphery, nagging her with sardonic comments and generally pushing her buttons and being annoying. So, when a hint of a familiar scent is carried into camp from the direction of the camp's entrance, Lark assumes she's imagining it at first. But she turns to look anyways, always hopeful, and freezes with her eyes blown wide.
'He's back,' is all her mind manages to tell her, and she wants to move forward, to greet him back, welcome him 'home', but her paws have grown roots and she's stuck. He looks sick, his ribs stick out from his fur, and his pelt no longer carries the healthy gleam of any well groomed RiverClan cat. It's concern that brings her forward at last, and cream paws eventually find them padding in the spotted tabby's direction, ears back and brows knit in worry.
Stopping in front of him, Lark takes in his appearance briefly, before trying for a smile. "You, uh, you look like hell," she manages to force out, a pitiful attempt at humor. He should probably go see Mistyshard or Berrypaw, and he should get something to eat while he's at it, but, for this very moment, everything could wait.
Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue [Perm] | Mind Reader
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Pain.
Lots and lots of pain.
Each footstep, each breath, each waking moment was pure agony.
Many times during the walk to the newfound camp, Fishfreckle had to pause. Whether it was due to the lack of strength held within his short limbs, or he had to stop and catch his breath. He hurt. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how he should feel about Dusklion finding him. Had the deputy shown up just a little later, it was possible that he would’ve met his end in that half puddle and wouldn’t have had to deal with the pain. Perhaps he deserved this though. Perhaps this was some sort of divine retribution for all the times that he harmed others (verbally and emotionally). Thinking like that though simply pissed him off instead of bringing him some sort of existential solace.
He hated it.
When he limped into the camp that he presumed would be his new home, he paused just at the entrance. Wincing, he craned his neck to take in the surroundings in an attempt to gain his bearings. He wanted to sleep. He should eat, he knew that, but he had no energy to attempt to find food. He knew should he fall asleep in his current condition that he might not wake back up, but he didn’t care. The call to the ever-familiar darkness was a comforting lullaby inviting him with promises of freedom and relief – a grandeur proposition that he was ever tempted by.
As he considered sleeping where he stood, a familiar scent forewarned him of an approaching nuisance cat. At a snail’s pace, he fixed his gaze onto a tortoiseshell she-cat. Honestly, Fishfreckle hadn’t thought he would see her again. A sense of relief washed over him and he couldn’t stop the twitch of his lips when she pointed out his sorry appearance. He blinked. A slow blink, one with a meaning he’d never admit out loud before stumbling forward and resting his forehead against Larkwing’s. It was a little awkward with the slight size difference, but in this moment, right here, right now, he did not care.
”I’ve seen better days,” The emaciated tabby admitted casually, voice soft and hoarse from underuse. ”I feel like hell too.” He added, closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet scent of the former leader. ”I told you that I’d catch up,” He said in a laugh that came out more like a wheeze. A moment of silence filled the air as he took a moment to rest his eyes ”I kept my promise, Larkwing.” He declared.
”I’m home.”
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Applebees And I think I've lost my will + she/her + No purrks
As soon as she had said what she wanted to Antler she had made haste to return to their camp. Applebees would not be wasting time on reporting this predicament to their leader, so she only hoped the other followed after her. She didn't slow her steps as she came rushing through the camp entrance and scanned the clearing for Fadingstar, but didn't see him initially. "Fadin'star, I need your presence right here an' now" her voice rang out as she made a beeline for his den. "I foun' something a tad disturbing that involves our lovely deputy!" She would wait to give him a moment to come crawling out from wherever he was hiding before she would speak again. "Me an' Antlerbranch here were out on a stroll on through the border and we came upon a sight of what seemed like a nasty fight happen'd it trailed off towar' the cliff side 'n the scent that was all over place was Dusklions, I'm not sure what even happen'd since there ain't no bodies strewn' about but I can only assume that someone must've attacked ol' Dusklion and they fell off the cliff, most likely still alive since like I said, no bodies"
strutting into the clearing, the monarch lifted her head to survey her domain. tsk tsk, it could do with some cleaning. someone would have to brush away the leaves and dirt, pluck a few weeds. not her, of course. she was far better than that. no, in the meantime, she'd have to find some other way to occupy herself. a queen was never bored, after all, that was why all the peasants were here! "you!" eyes alighted on an unsuspecting bystander, and she pranced over to the fellow kit. "tonight, we adventure!"
Padding back into camp, Wolfsong quickly trotted up to Mistyshard and lay the juniper berries she had gathered at her paws. "We found both coltsfoot and juniper berries for you, Mistyshard. Would you like me to take these to the medicine den?" She asked before looking over her shoulder to see if her patrolmates were behind her.
Rainpaw blinked warmly at Cloudsong. "I hope you sleep well!" She called after him. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to finish the mouse Cloudsong left behind, since she hadn't gone on a hunting patrol yet. But she didn't want it to go to waste either, so she ate it quickly. Rainpaw took a moment to clean her face and whiskers before rising to her paws and shaking out her pelt. Satisfied with the small moment of affection from Cloudsong, she turned her attention to look for Swanberry.
[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\31 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"
Baby Boomer - [INACTIVE]
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The queen sat, loafed on the hard ground of the clearing. Not home, not her home. But had she ever truly been home? She didn't know anycat well enough to call them a friend. Willowtail maybe, she'd been exceptionally nice to the stressed queen. Swanberry wanted to talk to the she-cat a bit more, especially since they saw her trustworthy enough to keep a secret for her. It was sweet, something Swanberry hadn't tasted in a long long time. Everything was bitter and dry, just as she feared... But Willowtail. She'd have to thank her.
Long bloodstained claws picked at the gravel beneath her before she heard paws steps thump rhythmically in her ears. The she-cat looked up to see an apprentice, coated in black and splotched with white. The queen blinked her jade eyes at the cat, wondering why they approached her out of all the more friendly looking cats.
"Hi." Swanberry said, finding it odd to start the conversation even though she wasn't the cat who actively engaged in it. Oh well, it's not like it bothered her. "Need anything, sweetheart?"
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Pain. Oh the pain. She'd never felt this bad in moons. Well, this physically bad. Her whole body seemed to ache, and yet, Swanberry hadn't done much but sit in her den all day, so why was she sore? She hadn't slept a wink, so she probably looked absolutely atrocious. As amazing having kits was, sometimes Swanberry just wanted to pop them out already and get back to being a warrior. Just sitting around without company left room for thoughts. Scary thoughts. Haunting thoughts. Thoughts about Riverwhisper and how he yowled her name before he died.
Thoughts that made her want to crawl back into her den and just pass in her sleep.
Which led her paws to Riverclan's healer, Mistyshard. She hadn't even realized she was near the herbalist before her jade eyes looked up and noticed the she-cat. Swanberry ducked her head sheepishly and began to steady her paws to turn back around, but she was far too tired. She had to lay down. So, she did.
She flopped onto her side and exhaled an exhausted sigh. "I'm a mess," she murmured, flicking her eyes to the sky. "Sorry to bother, Ms. Shard, I wasn't really looking where I was going." A flat chuckle came after that.
Just because she was tired and worn didn't mean she was useless like she had felt long ago. No. She was to close. Too close. And while Swanberry knew it'd be better to just wait awhile to get her adrenaline back up, waiting was something she had done for most of her life. Where was the action? The do? Not just the wait. It seemed that her burning stars of patience were dimming just like her faith in Starclan. Seeking advice, she decided to cherry pick a random warrior. Hopefully she wouldn't be a bother, she just wanted a few words of wisdom, Swanberry surely lacked the words herself.
"Brokenstream," the queen yelled, her voice loud and authoritative. It brought a smile to her face. Yup, she still got it. At least her commanding tone hadn't left her. "Mind having a chat with me? I've got some things on my mind." She nodded towards the ground before slipping down in a loaf, her paws disappearing over her fur.
"I might have some words to offer as well, but I'm not the most informative cat. I genuinely don't know what I am. I kinda... Lost it?" She knitted her eyebrows together. What kind of future mother would she be if she didn't even know who she was anymore? How in the world was she supposed to be what her kits needed? Oh Riverwhisper, Swanberry thought sadly, her green eyes floating down to the ground. Why me?
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