Bleedingkit
Shadowclan Kit | He/Him | 4 Moons | Just a Scratch
Ok so, lesson learned Bleedingkit wasnt allowed to be cuddly with Mama in front of the siblings it made them sad. But not cuddling Mama made her sad, like when Bleedingkit had decided to not sit at her paws to eat and instead try and eat with some other kittens (who'd found the way he ate gross, though to be fair his disability meant he wasnt really good at eating and mostly instead smeared his food on his face until he somehow got it into his mouth). So he was trying something new today! Bringing Mama and Mama's helper who he couldnt remember the name of food and quality spending time hidden away where he couldnt make cats made by doing so!
Airtight plan!
So, struggling to drag a squirrel and a mouse in with him Bleedingkit stumbled into the medicine cat, looking for the clans healers as he wandered into the den.
And promptly screamed.
The prey was dropped without a second thought, Bleedingkit freaking out so badly he sent himself stumbling and scrambling against the floor as he tried and failed to escape and run, shrill little kit voice yelling out "MONSTER! SCARY MONSTER IN THE DEN HELP! SAVE MEEEEE!"
It was perhaps a bit loud and uncalled for but in the little kittens defense he'd just come nose to nose with a cat skull, all fanged and scary as it was with no warning and having never seen one before. The baby needed saving from the new 'danger' he'd found in his Mama's herb den please and thank you.
@ellie @Rose(if you wanna pop in and join the rp feel free kat lmao the baby is having a panic)
Fallowkit heard Bleedingkit's scream of terror. He rushed over, panting. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I heard you scream"
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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice
❦ The world was falling apart around him, there was no other word for it, the world was falling apart as the stars seemed to cease their twinkling as they flickered out above the herbalists head… this isn’t real… something within him knew this wasn’t real, something fundamentally wrong panged within his hazed mind… this isn’t real… as oriental shaped form stood and watched as the world before them fall apart… this isn’t real… an incantation as the earth beneath his paws seemed to be uprooted, to crumble beneath his white tipped paws… this isn’t real… but part of him too that it was all too real. Angular ears perked as ocean static became a crashing, became a cacophony of noises that landed harshly on the sensitive hairs within the canals of his pressed back ears, a rumbling filled the tall pine forest and anxiety began to prickle harshly against the medicine cats silky, freckled pelt… in and out, in and out… the world that stood starkly within the confides of his starry, fogged over mind nothing more than a wave of fear streaked, rippling pelts. Gnashing teeth and pained howls became the symphony of the ending world, a sweet danse macabre as the world ended, as the world reeled and toppled over, the stars flitting above in the abysmal sky… mocking… they watched at the world fell apart around the lanky freckled feline, watched as he stood with his paws heavy against the dark marshy ground as if the tension that hung heavy in the misted air bound his feet to the ground with thick roots… a cruel irony. Pelts wove together, those that feel behind were trampled by paws of the unseeing, the unknowing forms lumbered past him… thump, thump, thump… with each beat of his heart the paw steeps struck, slowly then quicker… thump, thump, thump… all Mossfreckle could hear was the beating of his own heart.
❦ Feral heads whip with widened orbs, fear laces their movements, primal instincts flare within their minds and they run… they run as if they can outrun the world, outrun the end, as if fourtuna smiled fondly on them… it did not. Thundering pawsteps collide with the mashed ground but the thump, thump, thump slows as if the world was opening up to swallow them whole… dragging the pack into the ground… with each selfish step that the canines proceed on another is lost, the world was ending and not one stopped to consider anyone but themselves. Roots ripped from the ground and the giants that stood in towering, conifer canopies came crashing to the ground - all too familiar forms crushed beneath the thudding of fallen shadows… familiar patterns and eyes that mossy hues peered into that seems to hold the souls of his clanmates… his lackadaisical clanmates… this wasn’t real but at the root of it all he knew it was. Starry mind was reeling, well the whole world was reeling as the forest collapse and immortal tress become finite begins - as mortal begins become immortal in whatever hellscapes their bitter souls will haunt. Lupine forms lumber on, unaware of those who lay in crumpled, broken heaps beneath the uprooted trees which now loomed eerily - almost archaically - on a bed of their own fallen needles. Broken forms wither away as if time sped up, the world was coming to an end and the moons sped past… decay… flesh rots away as maggots feast and bones crack and splinter and turn to ass that only served to cloud out the stars more… a warning, a plea, a looming disappoint that raked at quickly beating heart, carving deep rivulets of crimson that seemed to extend from him in tendrils that heal the mangled bodies… but they turn away and continue once more on their hedonistic pursuit of the safety they will never find in their fear muddled state.
❦ white tipped paws began moving, Mossfreckle joined the danse macabre that had begun in a slow rhythmic ballad of pained laced howls and grew to a cacophony of panting tired breaths and the collapse of giants which had once loomed amongst their imposing reign… the world was ending or at least the world they knew… freckled oriental shaped form ran, the herbalists pelt stung as the fallen giants dead fingers grasped at his pelt, as the canine spirts gnashed their fangs at his star hewn form… no one was safe when the only one they looked out for was one. He wasn’t scared… an echoing of a realisation cut through the ocean static of his mind and cleared his fear redded mossy hues… that fundamental fact rose like a phoenix in his mind, he wasn’t scared… the herbalist stood and faced the lumbering pack of canines, he stood and allowed the world to swallow him whole. Mossy hues fixated on the towering conifer canopy that cast a sole shadow, one tall pine remained and the lanky medicine cat simply stood and watched at the roots ripped from the ground and its weight came crashing down on him… no one was safe… oriental shaped form writhed as body detached form mind and he stood face to face with his mangled form which lay strewn amongst the rotting corpses. Whispers began to fill the forest but it was not the familiar taunting tones of his own bitter fogs, requiem was sung in words he could not make out as if the forest spoke in ancient tongues… the world was over… the beat of his heart was the only sound as it ricocheted against the emptiness that had taken hold of the marshy forest and the only living being left was the long dead whispers that muffled their words and sung his requiem in words not meant for him…
NO ONE IS SAFE
❦ Mossfreckle woke as the screams filled his mind and blood began to seep from the floor of the marshes, to wither away all it touched as if washing the selfish sinners clean, mossy hues snapped open and lanky form panted in minute panic the warning laid out so starkly yet so riddling in his starry mind which seemed to return as if nothing had happened to the star streaked confines of his waking hours… no one was safe… the clan was in danger and Starclan was warning them, warning them as a hawk did a mouse with a shrike that only serves to taunt their inevitable demise.
{ @Rose // @Undertaker ~ let’s get this started !! (:< }
Fallowkit jumped at the sound of Mossfreckle screaming. He rushed over to them, wondering what had happened. "Are you all right/" he asked. Fallowkit looked around nervously, Mossfreckle was one of the smartest cats he knew, and he knew that they wouldn't get freaked out about nothing.
Limping back from Windclan territory was no easy task, but he'd done it happily. Surrounded by his victorious clanmates, and sporting a shiny new victory under his belt had made the usually somber apprentice beam. Who cares if he had gotten an embarrassingly easy to avoid injury along the way?
His back right leg was a bloody mess, though the apprentice thought it looked worse than it felt. The way his blood had clung to his sticky pelt was unappealing to say the least, and it took everything in him not to gag at the sight.
"Excuse me, I h-have an injury from t-the minks." He poked his head into the medicine den, hoping Mossfreckle's scent would be the one to greet him. Lostspark was so.... intense. Regardless, he just hoped they had some sort of magic cleaning technique that would scrub the mess away. Something told Goopypaw his fur would be stained red for moons to come.
It was clear in her mind; no longer seeing the little one around the clan, the sudden lesson on poisonous herbs -- in a way, it made sense, and made the forever queen's heart lurch in pain. She hadn't noticed the kitten sneak out, then, or rather she hadn't noticed him entering the medicine cat's den and that was her fatal mistake. His fatal end. She didn't want a repeat of that.
Quick paws led her from the nursery to the medicine cat's den, her head poking inside just after the young kit. She didn't normally enter without permission, but for the sake of the little one and her duty to keep the young safe, she tentatively did. Her paw steps were quiet, slowly coming to crouch besides Fallowkit, her expression gentle.
"F..Fallow...kit,"
She began in soft whisper, her tail loosely moving around the little one in a comforting attempt. "I'm.. certain M..Mossfreckle.. will be... alright."
She began, offering a soft smile. "But...you c-can't be.. in here, Fallowkit; not... not u-unless... you're... feeling.. unwell."
There was a short furrow of her brows, but her gentle expression remained as she regarded Fallowkit softly.
"Will you.. c-come back.. to.. the nursery.. with me..., please? Mossfreckle... and.. and... Lostspark. They're... often w-working, and need... calm... to do so, a-and... some sights.. aren't mmmeant for...young kits, just yet. A-and... th..the herbs... inside; sssome are.. dengarous, you.. shouldn't.. eat o-or.. touch them, not.. without... ex..explicit permission... from them."
She rose a little, beckoning the kit to leave the den with her.
"Th-there was... an incident, before...; Un..unless it's for h-healing, or.. or you ha-have permission... from.. th-them, you shouldn't... suddenly... come in. Alright? I-if... you're... concerned... you c-can.. always.. always come.. to me o-or a.. warrior, alright? I'm.. always.. around the.. the nursery, s-so... if ssomething, o-or some..someone worries... you - in...in the den o-or.... otherwise - you c-can.. always.. find me."
She offered another soft smile, tailing moving to rest over the little one's shoulders as to guide Fallowkit outside. "And.. if... Moss..Mossfreckle n-needs... anything; he knows... he knows who.. he c-can turn... to."
She tried to reassure the little one, beginning to walk out of the den, hoping Fallowkit was coming along with her. If the kitten had any more concerns, she would take all the time he needed to hopefully reassure him, and answer any questions he might have - within the clearing or nursery, that is.
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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice
❦ The world was falling apart around him, there was no other word for it, the world was falling apart as the stars seemed to cease their twinkling as they flickered out above the herbalists head… this isn’t real… something within him knew this wasn’t real, something fundamentally wrong panged within his hazed mind… this isn’t real… as oriental shaped form stood and watched as the world before them fall apart… this isn’t real… an incantation as the earth beneath his paws seemed to be uprooted, to crumble beneath his white tipped paws… this isn’t real… but part of him too that it was all too real. Angular ears perked as ocean static became a crashing, became a cacophony of noises that landed harshly on the sensitive hairs within the canals of his pressed back ears, a rumbling filled the tall pine forest and anxiety began to prickle harshly against the medicine cats silky, freckled pelt… in and out, in and out… the world that stood starkly within the confides of his starry, fogged over mind nothing more than a wave of fear streaked, rippling pelts. Gnashing teeth and pained howls became the symphony of the ending world, a sweet danse macabre as the world ended, as the world reeled and toppled over, the stars flitting above in the abysmal sky… mocking… they watched at the world fell apart around the lanky freckled feline, watched as he stood with his paws heavy against the dark marshy ground as if the tension that hung heavy in the misted air bound his feet to the ground with thick roots… a cruel irony. Pelts wove together, those that feel behind were trampled by paws of the unseeing, the unknowing forms lumbered past him… thump, thump, thump… with each beat of his heart the paw steeps struck, slowly then quicker… thump, thump, thump… all Mossfreckle could hear was the beating of his own heart.
❦ Feral heads whip with widened orbs, fear laces their movements, primal instincts flare within their minds and they run… they run as if they can outrun the world, outrun the end, as if fourtuna smiled fondly on them… it did not. Thundering pawsteps collide with the mashed ground but the thump, thump, thump slows as if the world was opening up to swallow them whole… dragging the pack into the ground… with each selfish step that the canines proceed on another is lost, the world was ending and not one stopped to consider anyone but themselves. Roots ripped from the ground and the giants that stood in towering, conifer canopies came crashing to the ground - all too familiar forms crushed beneath the thudding of fallen shadows… familiar patterns and eyes that mossy hues peered into that seems to hold the souls of his clanmates… his lackadaisical clanmates… this wasn’t real but at the root of it all he knew it was. Starry mind was reeling, well the whole world was reeling as the forest collapse and immortal tress become finite begins - as mortal begins become immortal in whatever hellscapes their bitter souls will haunt. Lupine forms lumber on, unaware of those who lay in crumpled, broken heaps beneath the uprooted trees which now loomed eerily - almost archaically - on a bed of their own fallen needles. Broken forms wither away as if time sped up, the world was coming to an end and the moons sped past… decay… flesh rots away as maggots feast and bones crack and splinter and turn to ass that only served to cloud out the stars more… a warning, a plea, a looming disappoint that raked at quickly beating heart, carving deep rivulets of crimson that seemed to extend from him in tendrils that heal the mangled bodies… but they turn away and continue once more on their hedonistic pursuit of the safety they will never find in their fear muddled state.
❦ white tipped paws began moving, Mossfreckle joined the danse macabre that had begun in a slow rhythmic ballad of pained laced howls and grew to a cacophony of panting tired breaths and the collapse of giants which had once loomed amongst their imposing reign… the world was ending or at least the world they knew… freckled oriental shaped form ran, the herbalists pelt stung as the fallen giants dead fingers grasped at his pelt, as the canine spirts gnashed their fangs at his star hewn form… no one was safe when the only one they looked out for was one. He wasn’t scared… an echoing of a realisation cut through the ocean static of his mind and cleared his fear redded mossy hues… that fundamental fact rose like a phoenix in his mind, he wasn’t scared… the herbalist stood and faced the lumbering pack of canines, he stood and allowed the world to swallow him whole. Mossy hues fixated on the towering conifer canopy that cast a sole shadow, one tall pine remained and the lanky medicine cat simply stood and watched at the roots ripped from the ground and its weight came crashing down on him… no one was safe… oriental shaped form writhed as body detached form mind and he stood face to face with his mangled form which lay strewn amongst the rotting corpses. Whispers began to fill the forest but it was not the familiar taunting tones of his own bitter fogs, requiem was sung in words he could not make out as if the forest spoke in ancient tongues… the world was over… the beat of his heart was the only sound as it ricocheted against the emptiness that had taken hold of the marshy forest and the only living being left was the long dead whispers that muffled their words and sung his requiem in words not meant for him…
NO ONE IS SAFE
❦ Mossfreckle woke as the screams filled his mind and blood began to seep from the floor of the marshes, to wither away all it touched as if washing the selfish sinners clean, mossy hues snapped open and lanky form panted in minute panic the warning laid out so starkly yet so riddling in his starry mind which seemed to return as if nothing had happened to the star streaked confines of his waking hours… no one was safe… the clan was in danger and Starclan was warning them, warning them as a hawk did a mouse with a shrike that only serves to taunt their inevitable demise.
{ @Rose // @Undertaker ~ let’s get this started !! (:< }
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Originally Posted by Hollyheart of thunder
Fallowkit jumped at the sound of Mossfreckle screaming. He rushed over to them, wondering what had happened. "Are you all right/" he asked. Fallowkit looked around nervously, Mossfreckle was one of the smartest cats he knew, and he knew that they wouldn't get freaked out about nothing.
Lostspark had been in her nest, amber eyes open, staring at nothing. She had run out of tears, run out of bitter sadness, and now she could not sleep. Her nightmares did not give her any rest either, so what was the use? Staring at the wall, stomach turning itself over with grumbling pangs of hunger - why was she hungry? Hadn't she eaten?
Mulling over the fact that she could not recall the last thing she'd eaten, Lostspark's thoughts drifted towards Mossfreckle as the tom began twitching in their sleep. A frown pulled her maw downward at the sight - sure, Mossfreckle was usually a peaceful sleeper, but she... she felt oddly protective, seeing him spasm in his sleep. What was going on? For a moment, she was tempted to fall asleep just to draw him into her dream to give him some peace - but then she realized that her dreams were already littered with nightmares, and pulling Mossfreckle into that would not help either of them.
Rising to her paws, she had instead decided to wake her apprentice, when a little kit appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and Lostspark's lips peeled back into a snarl of surprise. What the HELL? It was the middle of the night- Speaking of Night's, there was Nightshiver, and Lostspark's bristling fur lay flat once more as she watched the pair in eerie silence, giving the White Queen a slow nod as Fallowkit was removed from the den.
And once they were gone, when Lostspark realized Mossfreckle had already woken, the Medicine Cat gently made her way over to her apprentice and settled in his nest beside him, aiming to give the top of his head a gentle lick, her tail resting protectively over his flank. He could explain to her what happened at his own pace - she would not rush him.
It was clear in her mind; no longer seeing the little one around the clan, the sudden lesson on poisonous herbs -- in a way, it made sense, and made the forever queen's heart lurch in pain. She hadn't noticed the kitten sneak out, then, or rather she hadn't noticed him entering the medicine cat's den and that was her fatal mistake. His fatal end. She didn't want a repeat of that.
Quick paws led her from the nursery to the medicine cat's den, her head poking inside just after the young kit. She didn't normally enter without permission, but for the sake of the little one and her duty to keep the young safe, she tentatively did. Her paw steps were quiet, slowly coming to crouch besides Fallowkit, her expression gentle.
"F..Fallow...kit,"
She began in soft whisper, her tail loosely moving around the little one in a comforting attempt. "I'm.. certain M..Mossfreckle.. will be... alright."
She began, offering a soft smile. "But...you c-can't be.. in here, Fallowkit; not... not u-unless... you're... feeling.. unwell."
There was a short furrow of her brows, but her gentle expression remained as she regarded Fallowkit softly.
"Will you.. c-come back.. to.. the nursery.. with me..., please? Mossfreckle... and.. and... Lostspark. They're... often w-working, and need... calm... to do so, a-and... some sights.. aren't mmmeant for...young kits, just yet. A-and... th..the herbs... inside; sssome are.. dengarous, you.. shouldn't.. eat o-or.. touch them, not.. without... ex..explicit permission... from them."
She rose a little, beckoning the kit to leave the den with her.
"Th-there was... an incident, before...; Un..unless it's for h-healing, or.. or you ha-have permission... from.. th-them, you shouldn't... suddenly... come in. Alright? I-if... you're... concerned... you c-can.. always.. always come.. to me o-or a.. warrior, alright? I'm.. always.. around the.. the nursery, s-so... if ssomething, o-or some..someone worries... you - in...in the den o-or.... otherwise - you c-can.. always.. find me."
She offered another soft smile, tailing moving to rest over the little one's shoulders as to guide Fallowkit outside. "And.. if... Moss..Mossfreckle n-needs... anything; he knows... he knows who.. he c-can turn... to."
She tried to reassure the little one, beginning to walk out of the den, hoping Fallowkit was coming along with her. If the kitten had any more concerns, she would take all the time he needed to hopefully reassure him, and answer any questions he might have - within the clearing or nursery, that is.
Bleedingkit
Shadowclan Kit | He/Him | 4 Moons | Just a Scratch
Ok so, lesson learned Bleedingkit wasnt allowed to be cuddly with Mama in front of the siblings it made them sad. But not cuddling Mama made her sad, like when Bleedingkit had decided to not sit at her paws to eat and instead try and eat with some other kittens (who'd found the way he ate gross, though to be fair his disability meant he wasnt really good at eating and mostly instead smeared his food on his face until he somehow got it into his mouth). So he was trying something new today! Bringing Mama and Mama's helper who he couldnt remember the name of food and quality spending time hidden away where he couldnt make cats made by doing so!
Airtight plan!
So, struggling to drag a squirrel and a mouse in with him Bleedingkit stumbled into the medicine cat, looking for the clans healers as he wandered into the den.
And promptly screamed.
The prey was dropped without a second thought, Bleedingkit freaking out so badly he sent himself stumbling and scrambling against the floor as he tried and failed to escape and run, shrill little kit voice yelling out "MONSTER! SCARY MONSTER IN THE DEN HELP! SAVE MEEEEE!"
It was perhaps a bit loud and uncalled for but in the little kittens defense he'd just come nose to nose with a cat skull, all fanged and scary as it was with no warning and having never seen one before. The baby needed saving from the new 'danger' he'd found in his Mama's herb den please and thank you.
@ellie @Rose(if you wanna pop in and join the rp feel free kat lmao the baby is having a panic)
The sound of yelling had Lostspark's heartrate tripling with terror. Because it wasn't just any yelling, it was her kit. Bleedingkit. Dropping everything and rushing towards the noise, the Medicine Cat almost crashed into her son, but managed to stop at the last moment. "Are you okay?!" She asked hurriedly, attempting to grab him to check his body for injuries. Her brain didn't even register what he was yelling about. "Are you hurt? Bleeding? Sore? Wounded? Where?!"
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Originally Posted by Snivellus
Rottenheart
Rottenheart limped to the med den entrance, and stopped there, his hind leg bleeding. Rottenheart said in his cold voice, barely above a whisper ''Hello, Lostpark. May I get in?''. Rottenheart swished the tip of his tail impatiently.
Lostspark turned to look at Rottenheart as he stood at the mouth of her den... or... soon, not to be den. "Yes, come in." And then, turning towards Mossfreckle; "I'll pass this one off to you, but I'll still be here if you have any questions."
Lynxshade padded toward the stony caves of the medicine cat's den, stopping right at the entrance where sand replaced earth and pine needles. "Lostspark, Mossfreckle. I'm Lynxshade." She waited for a response before doing anything else, sitting down with patience. The two had probably a lot of patients right now, due to the minks' fight. She didn't want to be a burden, so she would get her treatment as quickly as possible and then leave.
Glancing towards Lynxshade as the molly made her appearance, Lostspark blinked slowly. She knew who the enforcer was - Lostspark appeared blind, sure, but ... really? She wasn't stupid. Internally shrugging to herself, the Medicine Cat inclined her head. "Come in, find a nest." And then she turned once more to Mossfreckle. "I trust you can handle this one as well. It'll be best for you to get the practice in."
Rottenheart limped in, almost dragging his mangled leg, yet he was stone-faced as always. Rottenheart then sat, wincing when he accidentaly put pressure on the wound in his hind leg. He then stared at Mossfreckle, his bronze gaze piercing, as if he could stare through the medicine cat apprentice. He then decided to explain what happened, or more like the bare minimum and most important things. ''I've been out in the territory... and been attacked by a dog. I couldn't chase it out, but I think it left the territory''. The warrior has refused to go to get treatment to make sure the dog left the territory and ShadowClan was safe from it, as he truly valued the clan more than his own health, or life. He has nothing to lose by now.
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Re: ShadowClan Medicine Cat's Den
Mossfreckle is Shadowclan’s Medicine Cat Apprentice 
