The two moon old kitten wonders where her parents are. She hasn't seen them in a while and she's heard whispers that they've gone missing. She hasn't seen her siblings either and now she's all alone. Vixenkit sat in the clearing and watched the other cat's with a pout.
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Horsepaw is the current LavenderClan herbalist. He has an open den policy.
Pantherstep is the current AsterClan deputy. Please mention me if she is needed.
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| 28 moons | thin, black furred oriental shorthair with sage green eyes | "let me guess...someone stole your sweetroll?"
RatJump padded into camp with
a troubled look on his face as
he tried his best not to shiver.
His thin fur was fluffed up best
as it could and he let out an
exasperated sigh.
As he entered the clearing he
noticed a kit sitting with a pout
on it's face. Why was he always
the one who had to cheer up the sad
kittens?
Briefly forgetting about the cold, he
walked over to the kit and mewed.
"Where is your mother, VixenKit? You
should be huddled in the nursery!"
His voice was firm but soft, disbelief that
a queen would let out her kit in this cold leaking
out of his words.
"I'm a warrior and i'm about to
freeze my tail off!" He said with
a little to much exaggeration.
"Wooah!" he gasped, tumbling onto his side. He let out a soft chuckle and flicked some snow off of his ear. "You're quite the fighter." Nectarpaw smiled at the apprentice.
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Horsepaw is the current LavenderClan herbalist. He has an open den policy.
Pantherstep is the current AsterClan deputy. Please mention me if she is needed.
Vixenkit glanced over at the warrior and let out an exasperated sigh. "I dunno! Breezesong and Saltfang are not in camp. And they haven't been for a bit." She stomped her paw's impatiently into the ground. "My sisters are gone too. They left just like brother did." she remembered her small sibling who didn't move like the rest of them. One day he was just carried away and she never saw him again. The calico let out an impatient huff. "I'm going to look for them. They're prob.. probably.. yeah.. they are probably cold." she announced, rising to her small paws. She'll just have to go out and find them.
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Horsepaw is the current LavenderClan herbalist. He has an open den policy.
Pantherstep is the current AsterClan deputy. Please mention me if she is needed.
art by Daragca / GRACKLEPAW \
stocky dark gray tabby with a beige overcoat and bright blue eyes; silver tongue t1
[ windclan apprentice | tomcat | 5 moons | mischievous, charismatic, adventurous ]
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Gracklepaw's brightened face slowly fell as his father snapped his head around camp, looking visibly distressed. It made the young apprentice's fur prickle; had he done something wrong, instead? Oh, thorns and thistles...! Look, Grackle was no stranger to getting his ears cuffed for causing trouble. But it was always more mischief than anything. Pranks and whatnot. This felt like something... bad. Like, actually bad, that made his gut uneasy in an unfamiliar pang of worry.
The look in Papa's blue eyes actually spoke to the rambunctious tom and made his ears flatten against his head. But his stocky shoulders relaxed a bit as Hawkfur nosed his face, a faint purr in the back of his throat. Alright, so he'd done well with getting Lightningstorm! Yeah! But... oh. Gracklepaw straightened up, alarm flashing across his face. He didn't always take thing seriously like he should, but he could've gotten other cats inadvertently sick? Oh, jeez. That was... bad. It felt bad.
He didn't like feeling bad. It wasn't like him. But this was something he couldn't shake.
"Oh, jeez. I, um... oh." For once, the confident gray-and-beige tom looked startled. Not even his silver tongue was kicking in as he cleared his throat, the realization and confusion blending on his features. So that's how sickness worked...? He and his sibling had never really gotten sick yet, so that was unfamiliar to him. Everyone had the common sense (to a degree) that you don't exactly hang out around sick cats unless you're a medicine cat, but he hadn't even thought... or realized...
"Yeah. I was just sittin' in the apprentices' den, then Breezetail pops in —told me they heard coughing from the elders' den, and... told me to go check on it." Gracklepaw hung his head; one had never seen the lively time suddenly so despondent. Sick... he could've made other cats get sick! He was riding the high of his first big apprentice mission, and it had come crashing down like a fledgling falling from a nest. Why? Because sickness struck a particular chord with him that took him a moment to recognize.
"Jeez, I... I'm sorry, Pa. I didn't know... I was just listenin' to my elders, like everyone says I gotta do." Ears still flat, the young 'paw raised his head, his deep blue eyes shiny with mixed emotions. For once, words were hard to get out, his voice uncharacteristically wavering. It was quiet for a long moment, and then...
"Is that how... how Mama died?"
Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 59 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes] Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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Hawkfur, suddenly, and for no discernible reason (the situation changed), found it a little easier to breathe as Gracklepaw explained things. The coughing had died down in the elder's den, and Hawkfur could see the tension of the cats enarby fade. Stars, he had really thought someone caught Greencough. Maybe he needed to start asking Lightningstorm for that lavender she'd been offering him. He'd been ready to kill Breezetail!
His son's murmured question caught the tom off guard, and he felt his heart constrict. "Oh, mate." Hawkfur settled down next to Gracklepaw, letting his large fluffy form stretch out over the chilly ground. "Your mom got sick when you were just a teeny tiny kitten. No bigger than your tail." The Fury tapped his son's tail with his own, watching Gracklepaw's face for his reaction with a nostalgic smile gracing his face.
That smile soon faded, however, as he continued. It was hard talking about this, but Gracklepaw deserved to know about his mother, even how she died. "Lightningstorm said it was a sickness moms sometimes get after having kittens. She didn't know why, and... there was no cure." Hawkfur faltered, throat aching with the weight of the medicine cat's words as they had settled upon Hawkfur and his mate. "So no one got her sick, yeah? She just sort of... developed it. Sometimes that's how sickness starts."
Hawkfur, who had been scanning the clearing as he talked, met Gracklepaw's eyes again. "That's why if you ever start coughing, sneezing, or just feeling bad, yeah? You go to Lightningstorm. Sometimes she'll send you off with a cheeky remark and a wave, or she might want to give you some herbs to make you feel better." A bit of Hawkfur's brightness crept back into his face. "She's a great medicine cat, and wonderful friend. But don't tell her I said that," Hawkfur's voice hushed, kept secret for the air in between them. "Her head'll get so big it explodes!"
As silence settled over them, Hawkfur canted his head. "If you got any questions, mate, I'll do my best to answer 'em."
☆☆ | KestralPaw |
| 7 moons | mildly fluffy auburn mackerel tabby, bright green eyes | "Wanderer like you must have quite an appetite. Some food?" 5/100
KestralPaw laughed, moving
off of him.
"My mentor taught me well!"
She mewed, cuffing his ear
playfully.
⋆⭒˚｡⋆⋆⭒˚｡⋆ | RatJump |
| 28 moons | thin, black furred oriental shorthair with sage green eyes | "let me guess...someone stole your sweetroll?"
RatJump looked at VixenKit
questionably. Was she really
serious about traveling out to find
her family? It seemed so..
He couldn't let this kit
go out by herself. She was hardly
bigger than a rabbit!
"No." He meowed sternly, taking
a stance in front of the kit. "You
don't think you're just going to be
let out of camp do you?"
He flicked the tip of his tail irritably.
"Plus! It is leaf-bare. If you are that
worried you should consult in TwilightStar
or the deputy..Not take things into
your own tiny paws.."
The ginger tabby shook the dirt off his fur and got to his paws. "That was a nice spar! Thanks..." he shuffled his paws, realizing he never introduced himself. Nectarpaw let the silence hang so he can learn her name.
Vixenkit glared at the warrior but leaned backwards as he blocked her way. "Well I should be! No one's doing anything!" she exclaimed. The calico paused for a minute, taking in the idea. "Well maybee I will! And it's not that cold." Vixenkit said bravely, even though her body was shaking from the cold. She shook her fluffy kit fur as if it would banish all the cold from her body and looked around. "Who do I talk to again? She was unfamiliar with what the cat's looked like or what their names were.
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Horsepaw is the current LavenderClan herbalist. He has an open den policy.
Pantherstep is the current AsterClan deputy. Please mention me if she is needed.
Songpaw sat by the apprentice's den entrance. Grooming her pelt to prepare for the day.
[OPEN]
@RamenThePigeon - Darkpaw - we could use this as a starter for them if you like?
Spark-kit poked her head out of the nursery, a mischievous glint in her eyes and a grin on her maw. Now was her chance! She bolted out of the nursery and proceeded to run around in circles, chasing her tail for a moment before pouncing into the snow. Squealing with delight.
[OPEN]
Darkpaw walked over to Songpaw. “Hey! What’s your name?”
Re: WindClan Clearing
Re: WindClan Clearing
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