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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice
Mossy hues settled softly on the silvery clouded form of the odd feline who stood at the mouth of the medicine cat’s den with his nose twitching cutely like a bunny - well… odd was not the right word for him… endearing, that was the word, endearing - and his oriental shaped ear perked up as Fogwatcher’s pretty tones fell melodically against the sensitive hairs within their canals. A start and a stop was all Mossfreckle’s ears picked up as the silvery clouded tom’s maw snapped shut abruptly, for a moment Fogwatcher seemed to be lost amongst his foggy mind… so similarly to the freckled medicine cat apprentice’s starry mind, the same haze lingered in this toms eyes but he seemed to have a light behind his deep oceanic hues nonetheless… he seemed so lost but in his wandering it seemed he has found out some crucial truth about himself that he was still rolling around in his mind, observing from every perceivable angle of his new found self.
Tippy tappy, tippy tappy, white and silver front paws went tippy tappy in whisper soft pounds against the cloud stone of the cave which houses Shadowclan’s medical duo, the thumps muffled by soft, fluffy paw pads as Fogwatcher fidgeted trying to find the words that had seemed to flit from his mind like a scared avian being escaping to the sky. Words finally tumbled from his mouth, tippy tappy paws seemingly rattling the fog from his mind, this felines time was almost perfect… a gift from Starclan… ”Ermmm… Yes, actually. I needed to head to Herondive Hallow in search of Oak Leaves and Yarrow… the stock is rather low for my liking and I would like to remedy that as soon as possible,” the freckled oriental shaped herbalist purred, there was no denying that Fogwatcher had piqued Mossfreckle’s interest, anyway he would never turn down a feline offering to get more herbs… especially when the stock was so low. Soft freckled pelt prickled with anxiety and insecurity raked his tattered heart, it was not really his fault but the lacking stockades sent his starry mind reeling… stupid, unprepared, lazy… the voices in the dark corners of his mind taunted him relentlessly but without his starry mind it was a tête-à-tête of feelings as ruthless darkness battled a new light feeling that Mossfreckle could not put his paw on… never in his eleven - almost twelve - moons of life had he felt this way about another feline.
White tipped paws shuffled nervously as Mossfreckle’s white tipped feathery tail twitched deep in thought, shoving his worries deep into the dark looming center of his core the medicine cat apprentice dredged himself up from his starry mind and with a shake of his angular star marked head focused his mossy hues back onto the pretty sliver clouded tom. ”Why don’t we hooooopp to it,” Mossfreckle purred in a sweetly teasing tone in reference to Fogwatcher’s twitching nose - the herbalist naïveté slipping past his walls for a brief moment and showing the young feline that hid beneath his usual calm, professional, and mature demeanour. Mossfreckle sucked in a deep soothing breath and padded on diligent white tipped paws out of the mouth of his den, as he passed Fogwatcher the medicine cat’s apprentice allowed his usual flick of his feathery tail to brush softly against the pretty toms face - freckled oriental shaped form flushed but he kept his mossy gaze fixated on the camp entrance as he kept his paws padding forward towards their task… Shadowclan always came first, even before him.
{ @SuspiciousMindz ~ Fogwatcher }
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Cinderkit
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4 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Kit small black tabby with minimal white markings; amber eyes
Her tears had long since dried, and, now, Cinderkit merely feels like she's floating, her head is woozy and, when she tries to raise her head to take in more wholly what Mossy is saying, stars dance in her vision. Why does she feel so floaty? She doesn't have a name for anything else she's feeling, her chest rises and falls rapidly, lungs working overtime to even her breathing out, only faltering for moments when a hiccough catches in her throat from the time she'd spent sobbing. She tried to focus on Mossy's words, on their warm presence, on the nickname they gave her... Little Flame...That's a pretty name, is it hers now? She'd like that.
Mossy goes away, then, and for a moment Cinderkit feels herself starting to panic. But he's getting momma, he's just getting momma. Once Lostspark is here, she'll feel better! She'll be all better. Lostspark won't let her be hurt anymore, she wouldn't do that. But there's a dull pain in her back leg, and it throbs incessantly. Can Lostspark really make it feel better? Of course she can, Cinderkit reminds herself, momma can do anything!
And then Mossy's back, and so is momma! Cinder tries to get up, a moment of clarity breaking through the fog and she needs to deliver the herbs she got! Pain lances through her as she tries to move, however, and the only thing she ends up accomplishing is turning into a whimpering puddle on the floor, stars dancing in front of little amber eyes and she wants to start crying again. She opens her mouth, trying to speak, to say something, but the words won't come out. She doesn't have the energy to make them come out, either.
Something is pushed under her nose, and Mossy tells her it'll make her feel better. Will it? She feels absolutely awful right now. Eagerly, she laps the small seed up, disappointed when she doesn't feel any effects immediately. Mossy asks if she can be brave... Cinder doesn't think so. She doesn't feel brave at all. She feels... she feels scared. Instead of answering, the small tabby pushes her pinecone toward her momma, one white paw stretching as far forward as she can make it go.
Her sister’s familiar voice cuts through the air. Sunny had chased after her? Howling turns and stares at her sister in utter horror. Her notion of play cut short by an uncomfortable feeling. One that Howling never understood. Her sister had seen a dead body. She was protecting a dead body. She did not know what she felt, Sunny…Sunny seemed broken a little and Howlingkit fears the hot anger that overcomes her as her sister states she does not feel well.
The (now eldest) is silent. Her face now a look of confusion as tears fell from her face unknowingly. The pawsteps that snap her out of whatever trance she was in cut through her ear like a knife. It was muffled, very muffled. The hearing in her left was gone yet she knew who it was, she would always know her pawsteps.
The scream that escaped her mother made the ex-enforcers daughter shoot up like a rocket. Even with her left ear being useless, the scream of her mother was far from muffled. Claws now primed to attack. She takes a stance in front of Sunny. Howling’s mind is cloudy, the yelling now louder than before. Get out. Get her out of here! Move, Howling! You have to get Sunny away from her. Blue and yellow eyes staring at their “mother’s” grey pelt, her eyes as they watched the corpse of her brother. Dark grey paw retracting the claws that dug into the ground, Howling cannot feel anger towards her.
No. Not this time. Something has shattered it. Shattered her. Looking at Sunny, Howling meets her sister with a forced look of confidence. Tears streaming down her face, voice taking a commanding tone. “Sunny. Sunny, are you listening? Sissy needs you to go near Mama? Can you do that for Howls, please?” It was all a question, Howling did not understand or even know what sort of emotions Lostspark was going through. She didn’t need another problem, the problem that was her.
Howlingkit is shaking. Her body had done this when faced with strong emotions but now…? She didn’t feel anything but now faded anger. It was as if nothing was there. The grey kitten wipes away her tears, she had a job to do. Get herself together. Get Sunny away from this cat eating monster that roamed this clan, the cat that had shed their skin and taken flesh from her older brother.
No words leave her mother’s maw. Head twisting towards Lostspark. Nothing came to Howling’s mind. No amount of saying sorry, telling her it would alright or a fake reaction would help the situation. A ghostly shudder runs along her spine.
No. You can’t do this to me! You can’t take him then come crawling back like a kit! These dead ones. These dumb ghosts always had wanted her. They had wanted to rip her away from everything and everyone. Now, what did they have left to take..? They took her sibling and her mother. What else was there? Other than Howling herself.
The grey kit exhaling, managing to stop the falling tears. She had to do something other than bark orders. She could run… she could run far away. Find Heron and live with her. But that’s what a coward would do. But she was a coward..? Right? The ghostly star cat had said as much. A failure to everything else. Her confidence now is nothing but dust. Howlingkit had no other choice.
Before she knew it mentally, her teeth sunk into her now dead siblings scruff. Dragging him towards her broken mother’s side. Using all her strength in doing such. She cannot run now, but she had to get out.
No, she couldn’t leave Sunny here. No words fill the silence that kit held until they burned into her head. There were words that needed to be said but…only two. The two that had left her mouth. “I’m sorry” It was flat toned, an empty shell of her voice. Eyes not daring to make contact with the cat that had given birth to her. The hurt. The pain that must be go through the cat head was enough to keep Howling at her own distance.
hunting kat and dark in leafí’s basement
“when does man become a monster?
i am your darkest moment
the monster that always draws near
any last words?”
✰ [ fading’s carrd | lightningeagle's carrd ]✰
kat sneaks away from aries... and runs into carmen
Last edited by stag; March 21st, 2024 at 09:00 AM.
It was hard to comprehend in her little mind, not yet exposed to the true horrors of the world in which she lived, what exactly was happening. All Mirekit knew was that something was off. There was a lot of blood, and she could smell her brother, she could smell Wolfkit - but at the same time it wasn't the same. He was much too quiet, much too still, and even as the sniffling young kitten tried to poke what parts of him she could with her nose, she knew she wouldn't get a reaction. It made her whole body ache in a way that was deep and dull, making her pelt feel like ants were crawling through it.
A piercing sound unlike anything Mire had heard in her life had her jumping, fur spiking up and baby kitten claws coming out. Her head whipped around to see Mama at the front of the den, slumped on the ground much like she was slumped next to Howls. Her brow furrowed; she didn't quite understand what was happening. Why was Mama so sad? What was Howls laying on? (She knew it was her brother but... her brother hadn't looked like that the last time she'd seen him, so it couldn't be him right?)
Eventually Howls voice cut through the static in her mind and she lifted her grief-stricken blue gaze. She was listening, yes, Sunny was listening. All she could do was nod numbly, getting to her little paws that shook now under her small weight. "I can do that, yeahs. Sunny can do that." Good, she had a task now, and order. Looking now as Howls started to drag what had once been Wolfkit, Mire stumbled backwards and away, eventually turning towards the den entrance.
Mama. That was her salvation right now, the island in this sea of stormy, confusing emotions. Tears wetted her cheeks as Mire flung herself towards her mom, nosing underneath one of her paws and snuggling up as close as she could. "Mama, don't cry!" she whispered to her, her own voice shaky as the dark furred kitten nuzzled against her. Blue eyes reopened to peer out from underneath where she'd managed to wiggle underneath one of Mama's paws, round and scared up at Howls. Her sissy looked... different. Inside of her chest her tiny heart pounded feverishly, making Mire scoot in even closer against Mama.
"Mama I'm scared..." A little hiccup sounded after her hushed words, her whole body trembling. None of what was happening made sense. There was confusion, sadness, but most of all... fear. Something dark had been here, something that left death and shadows in its wake, and Mirekit didn't know what it was. Hopefully whatever it was, Mama and Papa would take care of it.
Birdkit
ShadowClan
she/her | 5 moons
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside, and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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[Howlingkit - @Fading ] [Lostspark - @Rose ] [Mirekit - @talle ]
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Suspicious. Howlingkit and Mirekit had gone into the medicine den, despite both of them knowing it was where Muma worked. Why would they be going there? They HATED Muma. Or, at least Howlingkit did. Birdkit wasn't sure about Mirekit. Well if they were going in there to cause trouble for Muma after she worked so hard for the clan, Birdkit wasn't going to let that slide. The blue-grey tabby trotted towards the den, heartbeats away from calling her sisters out, but Muma's scent coming through the camp entrance gave her pause.
Birdkit cheered up immediately, ears perking up as Muma approached the den. She seemed super lost in thought, so Birdkit let her be. She knew things had been tense lately, though she had no idea why. She'd catch Howlingkit and Mirekit in whatever the villains were up to, so Birdkit didn't need to do anything. The tabby turned to find the dead leaf she had been munching before she spotted her sisters, but a terrible scream ripped through the camp, causing Birdkit to stumble over her paws in surprise. She whipped her head around, amber eyes wide with terror as she saw her mother slump to the ground.
Birdkit scrambled to her paws and towards her mother, squeezing her small kit body past her mother so she could look at whatever had caused her anguish. She took back everything she thought and said about Howlingkit, she took back ever doubting Mirekit, neither of them were villains, neither of them were bad, PLEASE PLEASE let them be okay--
Birdkit nearly hurled the moment she stepped her paws into the den. A horrible scent, something cloying and sweet and acidic and terrible slammed into her, making her sway where she stood. Mirekit was crying quietly, pressed against Muma's side as both of them stared at Howlingkit curled over a dark lump, streaks of something dark painting the floor. Birdkit opened her mouth to speak, but the scent hit her again and again and all she could do was squeak. What was that thing? As Howlingkit dragged it over, Birdkit recognized the mangled pelt of her big brother, Smokekit.
Had... had someone taken bites out of him? Birdkit well and truly gagged then, the thought of a cat eating another the most abhorrent she could imagine. Why? Why why why why why why why why would someone do that???
Birdkit tried to scramble back out of the den, away from her bother, away from the scent that she was now understanding to be death, but she tripped over her mother's prone body. She wanted Freckle.
Dead dead dead dead dead what was it like? dead eaten eaten eaten eateneating a cat?eaten EATENto taste flesh? PLEASE STOP--
Birdkit buried herself in her mother's flank, trying to suck in breaths but choking on them, her weak lungs spasming with the effort. She tried to hold it in, tried to be good and quiet like everyone was always telling her she should be, but her little body shook as she stared with one big eye at the scene before them.
Peering over at Hawkbite as the Enforcer Commander stirred for the first time in days, Lostspark abandoned where she'd been settling in her nest and padded over to loom over him. "Oh, so you are alive, and not just a waste of den space." Lostspark drawled dryly, but there was no bite in her words. She had known that there was nothing to be fearful of from his sleepy state, since she'd been tracking his heartbeat, and it'd been getting progressively stronger over the past few days.
"Gave everyone quite a scare." The Medicine Cat said, and then her lips pulled down into an unhappy frown as she mindlessly checked his healing wounds. Hawkbite must want to know what was going on. "Dawnstar brought you to me. Apparently," She swallowed. "Shadefrost is dead, yes?" Somehow, her words were a question and a statement at the same time.
After a moment, she shook her fur out and sat back, canting her head to the side. "Now you listen to me, Hawkbite. I am the Medicine Cat here, whether you be Enforcer Commander or no, so I'm telling you you're staying here and practicing lifting your head in my vicinity until I can make sure the movements won't tear that wound in your throat open again. After that, you're free to go only if you're taking it easy. If I see you injuring yourself again this moon, I'm going to stick a warrior to tail you." Lostspark narrowed her eyes at the tom, making sure her words went through. "I'm not manifesting this herb supply from thin air, and while I know better than most the demands of leading an Enforcer life, the others can handle themselves just fine. No need to push yourself for no reason when there are other solutions to be had."
Cinderkit. Another one of Lostspark's kids, hurt. Phantom pain and guilt and self-hate buzzed in the Medicine Cat's chest for a couple moments. She hated that she wasn't even surprised anymore at this point. Hated that all of this was her fault. Numbly, Lostspark watched as her apprentice carried her daughter into the den, padding over on silent paws and lingering in the shadows to look from afar at the kitten as she was lain in an empty nest.
She sat in silence as Mossfreckle spoke to Cinderkit, assuring her in a way that made Lostspark feel a stranger in her own home, her own den, her own skin. Haunted amber hues lifted to meet Mossfreckle's green ones as he spoke, her gaze turning distant for a moment before her expression shuttered, turning into a mask of stone. A facade, that was all she was nowadays.
Following the oriental tom back over to where her daughter's prone, still form lay, the Medicine Cat exhaled softly. She knew what she had to do. There was no possible way Cinderkit's leg was salvageable. If she and Mossfreckle failed to rid of it properly, it could result in an infection she would not be able to fight, and then Lostspark would have another deceased kit on her paws.
Worse than all this was the thoughts Lostspark was having -- that she wished Cinderkit didn't have to be the first cat Lostspark experimented amputation on. She felt sick to think of it that way, she hated the small part of her mind that wished selfishly there had been someone else Lostspark could have practiced amputation on before today, so that she could be more sure of herself while dealing with Cinderkit.
Voice pulled taut with the strain of a mother's worry, Lostspark spoke in a low tone, careful for her words not to reach her daughter's ears. "Her leg has to go." The words were resigned, decided. While Lostspark hated saying them, she knew that delaying the inevitable would cost them. "Hi, darling." She murmured, ducking her head to enter Cinderkit's line of sight. "What's this?" She whispered, drawing the pinecone gently towards herself and bending further, aiming to gently lick the top of her dark-furred daughter's head. "I'll keep it safe for you right here, and when you're feeling better you can tell me all about it." She said, and then gently tucked the trinket into the nest's moss before returning back to her full height.
Going purely by instinct alone, Lostspark first brought over a wad of moss after soaking it with water, washing Cinderkit's back right leg of any excess filth. Once done with that, Lostspark went back to the herb storage and returned with a vine to wrap tightly around Cinderkit's leg, cringing slightly as she imagined the pain her daughter would feel. She had wrapped it tight enough that it cut off the blood flow. Following that was the most gruesome part. Lostspark didn't dare lift her head as she began the awful task of ... sawing her daughter's leg off, starting right above where the wounds stopped.
"Shhh, you'll be okay, Cinderkit." Lostspark whispered softly. Whether she was trying to convince herself or Cinderkit, Lostspark didn't know. Frankly, if Cinderkit had already been knocked unconscious by the pain, Lostspark would understand. By now, actually sleep probably would have even overtaken a full-grown adult. Once done, she drenched another mossball in the little water basin they had and washed off the blood from her daughter's leg before applying marigold paste to the new injury and binding it with cobwebs.
Her limbs were on autopilot, barely ever pausing a moment as she got rid of the dirty moss and gently unwound the vine from her daughter's leg, casting that, too, aside. Finally, when she was done, the Medicine Cat merely stared down at her spawn in silence. She raised her gaze to Mossfreckle for a moment, countenance eerily still - and then the lithe grey feline curled up around Cinderkit, taking mind not to jostle the kit's leg.
"Mossfreckle," she paused, clearing her throat. "I need you to bury... that..." One white paw lifted to gesture in the direction of the now-detached limb. "I'll clean up the blood here, I'd just rather Cinderkit not wake up and have to see... her leg on the floor."
Her wail had silenced completely after that singular one, because in the end she did what she always did. She bottled up. Her crying out had been a fluke - a chink in her stone armor. She hadn't meant for the sound to tear through her, but it had, and there was no taking it back.
When Mirekit beseeches her not to cry, Lostspark lifted a paw to press it to her cheek, realizing for the first time that her face was wet with tears. She was crying, a distant, numb part of herself noted. Crying tears she didn't deserve. She'd done this to herself, she had done this to her family. Reaching out, Lostspark first aimed to pull Mirekit into her chest, and then angled herself slightly to (attempt to) draw Birdkit over her flank and to her chest beside Mirekit. She was their mother - she wasn't allowed to fall apart. "Hush, loves." She soothed, voice wobbling. "You're safe, you'll be okay. We'll be okay."
Shuddering through a shaky exhale, Lostspark lifted foggy amber eyes to Howlingkit. "There's nothing to apologize for, Sundew." She whispered, voice hoarse, vulnerable. Propping herself up slightly on the floor, Lostspark allowed her free front limb to extend towards her eldest daughter, an offering once more if Howlingkit were to accept it. "You are my daughter. I am sorry for not reaching out sooner, for holding myself apart. There is no mistake of yours that I won't be able to forgive." She'd just made a promise full of conviction, and birthed of unthinking - one that may or may not bite her in the tail in the future.
“Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier”
Howlingkit ignores Birdkit and Mirekit. Attention on her mother. The grey kitten couldn’t even look her sister’s in the eyes. She was a mess a didn’t know how to process it. Tears form in her eyes once more, Howlingkit is unmoved for the moment.
The thought crosses her mind, she can’t ignore Birdkit for long. She was the oldest now. She had to become an older sister…no. Sunny was first before anyone… she took all of Howling’s attention. The only cat that had cared was Sunny. So why was her mother acting like she cared!? Why was she all of sudden caring about them? Blue and yellow eyes staring at the outstretched paw.
A paw of comfort. She was offering to take the pain away even for a moment. She can feel nothing but pain, it stabbed the former enforcer’s daughter. She is silent. The nickname for herself crossing the path to her ears. Sundew. Howlingkit can take no more from it but her own sorrow, no sense of comfort or peace coming from the name her mother gave her. The silence from her remains. Howling can only make a broken sobbing noise in response.
No. She had to refuse the offer, her body was shaking as she trembles. Backing away from the paw as if she was an injured animal. Wasn’t she was supposed to hate her. She was born with every drop of hatred that her mother had, right? Dark grey paws struggling with her brain. Howlingkit feels the sadness creep back into her pelt.
Refuse. Go to her. No. Take the offer. Refuse it. Let her be your mother for once. She hates you.
The clashing thoughts take over her brain before her paws decide whether to leave or not. Howlingkit stands up, head pointed towards the den entrance. She was a broken shell, nothing but a broken doll for the stars to play with now. She was nothing in this reality. No…that wasn’t how this was ending…
Howlingkit steps forwards avoiding eye contact, taking her mother paw and gently pulling herself closer. Tears overtaking her as she breaks down completely. Body shaking with loud sounds as she sobs into her mother’s fur. Clinging onto her arm, grey pelt curling around it, grasping for any sense of comfort and warmth Lostspark could give.
hunting kat and dark in leafí’s basement
“when does man become a monster?
i am your darkest moment
the monster that always draws near
any last words?”
✰ [ fading’s carrd | lightningeagle's carrd ]✰
kat sneaks away from aries... and runs into carmen
Last edited by stag; March 29th, 2024 at 09:39 PM.
Reason: Ooh, what a waste of
Peering over at Hawkbite as the Enforcer Commander stirred for the first time in days, Lostspark abandoned where she'd been settling in her nest and padded over to loom over him. "Oh, so you are alive, and not just a waste of den space." Lostspark drawled dryly, but there was no bite in her words. She had known that there was nothing to be fearful of from his sleepy state, since she'd been tracking his heartbeat, and it'd been getting progressively stronger over the past few days.
"Gave everyone quite a scare." The Medicine Cat said, and then her lips pulled down into an unhappy frown as she mindlessly checked his healing wounds. Hawkbite must want to know what was going on. "Dawnstar brought you to me. Apparently," She swallowed. "Shadefrost is dead, yes?" Somehow, her words were a question and a statement at the same time.
After a moment, she shook her fur out and sat back, canting her head to the side. "Now you listen to me, Hawkbite. I am the Medicine Cat here, whether you be Enforcer Commander or no, so I'm telling you you're staying here and practicing lifting your head in my vicinity until I can make sure the movements won't tear that wound in your throat open again. After that, you're free to go only if you're taking it easy. If I see you injuring yourself again this moon, I'm going to stick a warrior to tail you." Lostspark narrowed her eyes at the tom, making sure her words went through. "I'm not manifesting this herb supply from thin air, and while I know better than most the demands of leading an Enforcer life, the others can handle themselves just fine. No need to push yourself for no reason when there are other solutions to be had."
The words shook Hawkbite to his core. He'd allowed a warrior to die on his watch?!? The statement made his head spin. It made the aching he had go numb. His pupils dilated with horror. This was perhaps his second greatest failure, next to losing Vixensnarl. He stared blankly at Lostspark, barely processing the words that left her maw. They seemed so distant and unimportant compared to the news she'd just delivered him. He wasn't sure how to feel right now. Embarrassed? Mad? Grief? Stars, emotions were complicated!
"Hold on. . ." Hawkbite murmured, blinking the shock from his eyes now. It took some time for Hawkbite to muster out the words. Finally, he was registering what was going on and being said. "I let him die. . ." he spoke softly, the dryness in this throat was a reminder that he needed to focus on himself. He attempted to clear it, failing, and staring at Lostspark hopelessly.
A deep sigh escaped him, and his head fell to the edge of the nest again. His gaze would rest on the wall of the den behind the she-cat. "I'll do as you tell me," Hawkbite spoke simply. He felt blank, empty even. He was simply obeying orders. The achiness in his neck was slowly returning now that the shock was dissipating. A grimace would form on his face, but he didn't dare look towards the medicine cat with it. She shouldn't waste anymore herbs on a failure like him.
Cinderkit
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6 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Kit small black tabby with minimal white markings; amber eyes
Her mother’s words wash over her, the poppy seed she’d eaten beginning to make her a bit drowsy now. The comfort of the lick on her forehead, right between her ears, is all it takes for a weak, broken purr to rumble to life in the tiny tabby’s chest. Her mother was here. That’s al that mattered, really. Her mother was here and she had her full attention on Cinderkit, unwavering gaze solely on her. She hadn’t realized just how much she wanted that until now… and how jealous she’d felt of the others in her litter who seemed to always be around momma. The reason for the attention n her was lost to her, the state of her hind leg not something she felt overly concerned with - the pain felt very dull now, and as long as she didn’t move, she could almost ignore it.
Amber eyes blink drowsily as Lostspark runs to where she keeps her herbs, settling briefly on Mossy. Is he sad? Why is he sad? Did she do something wrong? She tries to open her mouth, to say something to them, but the words aren’t cooperating, bubbling in her gut and twisting themselves into a knot that refuses to come out in any way. It’s frustrating. Why won’t her words work? She wants to say sorry! Front white paw stretches forward some, trying to reach for them, but suddenly momma’s back and she found the pinecone Cinder had collected just for her but she… doesn’t seem to realize it’s a gift.
Cinderkit can’t think much about that or protest at all, because suddenly her mother is touching her leg and oh that hurts. There’s a sharp intake of breath and her whole body shudders with the pain. She wants to cry out, but she bites her tongue, vision going half black from pain and poppy seed. But she fights to stay awake at least a little longer. The effort doesn’t do her much good, however, because suddenly momma’s moving her leg to tie something around it and a flash of pain so white-hot makes the kit hiss in pain before her vision finally goes black, falling victim to poppy seed and pain fully, unknowing of the gruesome scene taking place in the world of the wakeful.
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Hours later, when the sun was kissing the horizon hello and the cats of StarClan were beginning to show themselves, amber eyes blinked to wakefulness. The very first thing Cinderkit notices is the warm body surrounding her, keeping her safe and protected. The second thing she notices is the pain in her hind leg.
”Mmm…” she whines, uncomfortable, and tried to wriggle herself around. That just makes the pain flare up more and she winces, body trembling from the effort to maneuver herself around again. She has to see why it hurts so bad, but when she finally lifts her head high enough to turn around, she freezes.
Something isn’t right.
Where… where was her leg? WHERE IS HER LEG??? She wants to yell, but all she does is whip her head around frantically, looking for Mossy before shoving her face into Lostspark’s warm grey fur, trying to wake her when the words still get tangled in her gut and dissolve in her throat. What’s going on? She thought momma was gonna make her better, but her leg is gone now… what happened..? The tears well up before she can stop them, half out of desperation, half out of the pain that lances through her little body every time she moves.
Re: ShadowClan Medicine Cat's Den
Mossfreckle is Shadowclan’s Medicine Cat Apprentice 
