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Springpaw
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]

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Relief was the first thing that entered the apprentice’s mind once Adderscorch returned with the herbs she requested for once she had ordered for the horrid ordeal happening right in front of her. Stained paws scrambling and mumbling a quiet voice of thanks towards the tom-cat, Springpaw briefly brushed over the pile of white flowers towards her mentor’s direction so she could coax the young feline to eat the strengthening herbs. He needed them now more than ever, and if he didn’t eat them… he could die, and that was the last thing that the young healer truly ever wanted to experience. Tawnykit didn’t look like he had much time left. He looked like he was fading. Growing hollow. Springpaw could feel her throat tighten as she moved her paws had to compress against the bite wound, trying her hardest to try to get the poison out of the young kit’s body. He couldn’t be dying, right? He was just trying to sleep. He needed to stay awake. He needed to eat the herbs. He needed-

Stillness. No breathing. Tawnykit wasn’t breathing. Tawnykit was dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Springpaw’s paws stiffened, her arms growing numb as her hackles bristled unsettlingly. The poison got to him. The poison struck him. He was dead. Words clawed at Springpaw’s throat, her eyes frantically clashing towards Drizzlecloud’s green as she moved to feel Tawnykit’s chest. Nothing. No heartbeat. No movement. Just… hollow and still. The shock that persisted her overloaded with a shade of guilt; guilt that crashed its way into her nerves and swarmed her body. She couldn’t save a simple, little kit. She failed. She failed. A failure, that’s what she was. Her brain miraculously taunted her and whirled. Her body shook briefly as her muscles worked themselves to look up towards her mentor, guilt overcoming her blue gaze. “He’s dead… gone… t… the poison… from the bite… killed him… I’m sorry…” Springpaw mumbled, her voice quiet, yet quenched in agony and guilt as she briefly backed from the young kit. Glancing back towards Wolfpaw and Bumblestar, her lips curled into a tight frown. She hadn’t dealt with anything like this before… yet she felt so tremendously guilty that the young tom died before he could’ve even survived… oh stars above help her now.

@poppy @Omari @MrWolfu @BEAR. @dino. [ deeply sorry for not getting to this! i was busy with my trip during the time and been exhausted ]

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Plumkit - He/Him
Agatha Kitty || Silver Tongue || Mind Reader

\\ Tongue Stuck to Icicle //

Pain. That's what Plumkit felt when he tried to wrench his tongue away from the cone of ice hanging from the roof of the nursery.

Just moments ago he had been eyeing it with a glistening curiosity. It had been low enough for him to reach, though it required him to stand on his hind paws to get to it in the first place. It looked so pretty in the sun, and it made Plumkit wonder if it would taste as good as it looked. So there he stood on tip-toes, nose to the sky and his little pink tongue glued to the bitingly cold icicle.

Whatever voice had convinced him that this was a good idea was beyond him, but now he was facing the consequences. Again, he tried to pull away from the icicle only to be met with more pain, a pitiful whine leaving his maw.

He tried to call for a queen, or kit even, for help but with his tongue pulled taut his plead came out as gibberish.

"Cah summuh hel meh?". He might have laughed if it didn't feel like his tongue was having a hole burned into it.

'Weird, how could something so cold feel hot?', Plumkit thought. He didn't ponder the question for very long.

One last time, Plumkit pulled against the ice, this time letting the force of gravity do most of the work... and this time it actually worked! ...sort of. The icicle snapped in half and he and the other half-- still stuck to his tongue by the way-- fell to the ground with a yelp. Well, at least he wasn't hanging by the roof anymore. Plumkit padded back to his nest, icicle now dangling from his maw, and decided to wait for the ice to melt away.

--- Image credits go to SableSteel; Author of Clangen ---

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yarrowcrest // he/him // 21 moons
purrks: mind reader [INACTIVE], flock together tier 1 [INACTIVE]

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She was gone, wasn't she? Sparrowfur was gone. As he makes his way into the nursery to stare at his four precious kits he knows that they're all that he has left of her. His heart feels hollow. Cold. And he's never felt more alone in the world than right now. Sparrow's cheerful greeting doesn't reach his ears today as he makes his way toward the nest, eyeing the way a kit he didn't know was trying to get Cricket to come out of his shell a bit. It was nice to see them interact. He feels as though his little ones have done nothing but hide away in the nursery. Was that normal? He didn't know. Regardless he decides that if he were to seek comfort anywhere it would be with the only cats in all of Thunderclan that he had left. And besides... With his mate gone someone had to watch over the little ones.

Settling into the nest where Sparrowfur usually lay, he rests his chin upon his front paws, blue hues devoid of the brightness that once lived there. He stares at nothing in particular but his ears twitch as he listens to his kits around him. Even just hearing them seemed to pick up his mood... And even if his chest was tight with loss he still had them and that was more than enough for right now.

cricketkit | @Omari // sunkit | @Leafy // wormkit | @Dust // mothkit | @Starfall // locustkit | @FrostyGalaxy