today was hot. it was not weather fit for a ruler such as she and she didn't approve. no, ashenkit was not a fan. squinting at the sky, she glared, her own fury sending heat back towards the wretched sun. euch, not a fan. blinking back tears (so this was why they said not to look at the sun), she turned back to scan the clearing. her head tilts to the side as her eyes land on one her fellow kits. hopping over to where she lay, ashenkit stood in silence for a moment. wow, and she hadn't even noticed her approach? ha! was her sovereignty really being ignored by this fool? clearing her throat, ashenkit stared down at the form before her. "what is up with you?"
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.
Hmm, she was very quiet. Good job he's such a good listener (he is 100% not a good listener)! "Starrykit huh!" He trilled, "your fish smells good! It's a weird looking fish though." He tilted his head to the side inquisitively. "I've definitely never seen one like that." He squinted at it, creeping closer. Owltalon's voice kinda took him by surprise - in his frantic scurrying, he hadn't even noticed her approach Starrykit before him - oopsie! "I'm good, I'm good!" He mewled, flipping his head round to look at her. "No no, we just met. Well, hopefully we're friends now!" He bounced up to Owltalon.
Starrykit shrinked even more, becoming even more protective of her little meal as the stranger kit approached her. She knew the warrior wouldn't probably steal it, but who knew what others could do? After all, there was very few fish in the freshkill pile these days. And she was eating very little, something that made her weak and sleepy all the time.
Owltalon seemed nice, but Starrykit was starting to fear he might discover her secret and tell everyone. She lowered her tiny head and, gazing at the little half-eaten fish, replied softly: "Uhm... Yes, I think so.."
I mean, she liked fish and had no mother, so why would she have to drink milk like a little kit in the nursery? And after all, Elderkit did that too now.
When Shellkit expressed some curiosity about her fish, Starrykit's eyes widened and she withdrew from the other kit's body closing in on her. Friends? Starrykit knew she had no friends. So if a kit talked to another one, they were supposed to become instantly friends?
Starrykit genuinely didn't know the answer, but she didn't want them to have some doubts about it, so she just nodded to the two in silence.
today was hot. it was not weather fit for a ruler such as she and she didn't approve. no, ashenkit was not a fan. squinting at the sky, she glared, her own fury sending heat back towards the wretched sun. euch, not a fan. blinking back tears (so this was why they said not to look at the sun), she turned back to scan the clearing. her head tilts to the side as her eyes land on one her fellow kits. hopping over to where she lay, ashenkit stood in silence for a moment. wow, and she hadn't even noticed her approach? ha! was her sovereignty really being ignored by this fool? clearing her throat, ashenkit stared down at the form before her. "what is up with you?"
Starrykit was hungry. She hadn't eaten for the whole day, but she didn't know where some warriors would come back again with some fish... And so, she didn't have any choice if not wait and wait silently in the shade of the familiar, unnamed plant. No, wait, she could name it the Shadeplant... Wow, ot sounded nice. Perhaps.
Her pelt bristled and she nearly jumped on her paws when an unfamiliar, yet young voice sounded clearly behind her back. Oh my, another cat she didn't know had just approached her! Where was Elderkit? She was supposed to watch her back and talk in her place everytime she needed it...
"What... What do you mean?" She replied, trembling so slightly that it was almost unnoticeable. This kit's voice was pretty pitch and high, and her ears weren't used to such a tone. She gazed again, just for the tiniest ,moment, at the freshkill pile. Still, no fish...
Maybe she could try and eat a bug? But they looked so gross...
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He/Him - 31 Moons - Purrks: N/A
Dark brown tom with white stomach, tufts of fur on his
head, green eyes
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Ugh, a patrol. Frankly, Antlerbranch wasn't in the mood for anything. Not after Wisteriawren. But on the other paw, he didn't want to get punished. Grumpily, the tom dragged himself out of the warrior's den and over to his patrolmates. Green hues glared at them as Antlerbranch spoke. "Let's move it. Now."
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
heavily scarred & slightly malnourished black tom with white speckles; cloudy light amber eyes. walks with a prominent limp & has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip.
content + interaction warning : this character frequently explores themes of mental health, complex trauma, and abuse
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| hi!! so sorry this this took so long, i completely forgot and thought it had been finished ;0; i know he got an extension but idk how long so im assuming he also bypassed it lol
wormbite's limbs ached and throbbed in protest of the strenuous activity. leaves stuck out in his pelt and his legs were covered in mud. blue was smeared over his chest - someone had clearly fought a bush and did not win amongst other things. still, he carried a mouthful of what he believed to be herbs. the scent was overwhelming him, and his stomach was churning. hated herbs, always did and always will. wormbite enjoyed being helpful, but herb patrols? the bane of his existence. at least it was over.
he limped into camp, his nose twitching as he scented for mistyshard. the cold air of night had fallen upon them. stars, he wasn't looking forward to also completing a punishment. once he found the medicine cat, he dropped what he was holding at his paws. "deepesst apologizess it took sso long. morningmimic did not sshow. tulippaw had, unfortunately sshe did not sstick around. i did my besst to look for her but to no avail. er, the territory wass - a bit troublessome. i did manage to collect.. a few herbss?" wormbite's eyebrows furrowed together.
"i am uncertain if the berriess or flower is what you were referring to. i did my besst to ah, find ssomething that sseemed to fit your vissual desscription but, " he made a small gestures to his cloudy eyes. "if it iss not what you need i can go back out if you perhapss knew the sscent? i did however manage to collect cobwebss and marigold in casse i wass indeed wrong, " he explained.
Larkwing
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24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
As Fishfreckle leans forward, his forehead resting on hers, Larkwing stills, and for just a moment, the contact scares her. It's an affectionate, intimate gesture, and Lark has no idea what to do with that. Fish had never struck her as the type to initiate, let alone enjoy, physical contact for comfort, and maybe if he hadn't been half emaciated and delirious with the sickness Lark can smell on his pelt he wouldn't have done such a gesture. It's selfish, and she doesn't know exactly what it means, but the tortoiseshell finds herself wanting more of this.
Maybe she shouldn't.
"Took you long enough," she whispers, eyes watching him, worried. She wanted to know what happened, how it had gotten so bad, but she wasn't sure he'd tell her. "Welcome home."
Regrettably, Larkwing quickly returns to her senses, concern over the warrior overshadowing her relief that he'd returned home, and she broke their contact, stepping back to look him over. It was obvious he's hardly eaten, and obvious, too, that he looked as though sleep had been a mere afterthought. But, what concerned her more than that, was how sick he looked and smelled, the odd, sour tang of illness tinged with what she thought might be a hint of old crowfood worried her.
"You need to see the medicine cats," she said, and if the statement came out more like an order, well, maybe he'd actually listen - though she doubted that. "Can you make it there yourself, or do I need to drag you?" She would grab him by his scruff and drag him like a misbehaving kit if he'd refused, she wasn't afraid to do so.
Compartmentalizing, she took stock of the situation. Fishfreckle needed to get medical attention, but he needed to eat, too. The fresh-kill pile had some things, but nothing was super fresh. Perhaps she could go and grab a fresh mouse or two for him while he was being looked over... nothing too big, she knew from personal that eating too much after not eating for a while could make your stomach even more upset, so she'd have to take that into consideration.
Fishfreckle
Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue [Perm] | Mind Reader [Perm]
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It had only lasted a moment, but to the tired tom it felt as if a lifetime of pain and anger melted away. He felt… at peace. The welcome back drew a smile from the tom, a foreign, involuntary movement. This… this filled him with an unknown emotion that he was unable to place in this moment. Perhaps his exhaustion and hunger were getting to him (as evidenced by his rumbling stomach).
When the former leader pulled away, his smile faded and his eyes opened as she addressed him. A frown drew itself upon his face when she suggested seeing the medicine cats. He was fine. He didn’t need any assistance from some stinky medicine cats or herbs.
Shaking his head he coughed slightly. ”I’m fine.” He wasn’t, he was very obviously not fine. He knew she wouldn’t believe hm, but he lied threw his teeth regardless.
His head was still fuzzy, but now that he was able to form coherent thoughts, he took note of Larkwing’s appearance. She looked… healthy, at least compared to before (and him), but there was something else he hadn’t noticed on their journey: the scars.
Stepping closer, he walked to her side and reached out with a paw and gently touched it to the scar drawn across her flank, a look that was a mix of anger and sadness spreading across his features. ”Who did this?” He asked softly. He hadn’t noticed before, he should’ve, but he didn’t. This had been here since she came back, he was sure of it, but with only seeing her in his short bouts of consciousness before finding himself lost, he hadn’t properly processed that it was there. Dragging his eyes away from the long-healed wound, he faced her, anger blazing in his tired green eyes.
”Who. Hurt. You?”
[ @/Neptune. ]
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