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Originally Posted by eris

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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She had been more tired than she should be. Could it have been from the fact that she had been keeping a keen eye on all the cats that were swarming into the medicine den since Drizzlecloud was in no clear condition to do so? Springpaw almost found herself contemplating about the thought, feeling herself feeling hesitant to leave her wounded clan-mates unattended while she was going out to see the meeting that Bumblestar had to pull. Springpaw found herself narrowing her pupils as she kept a close eye on the injuries that were clearly still visible over her leader’s body. She wasn’t wanting any of them to potentially reopen after she had taken her time to try to dress them up as best she could. Only time could tell, she supposed.

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ﾟ。 Strawberrymumble (TC)
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Creamy paws padded over to pretty pastel calico, Springpaw sat off to the side and seemed to be lost in her own mind - was it the stress of the raid and all the wounds that had come, the battered form of Bumblestar standing on the stormcrest, a lack of herbs, a lack of sleep… a combination of all… Strawberrymumble thought as she felt the flowers which had bloomed only moments ago in her mind wilt at the thought of the sheer amount of stress the medicine cat apprentice must be under. Stars… she wished she could help, do ease the areas or worry… to put an end to the sleepless nights and the anxiety that seemed to cling to her oriental shaped form. Strawberrymumble felt like a soaring bird once again as the warm winds of that strange light feeling filled her again, the flowers bloomed brightly once more and the meadows of her mind became bright and unglazed with frosted ice.

Powder blue hues met softly with Springpaw’s vivid oceanic hues, her eyes seems to carry the same turbulent waves that they shared their colours with. The roots in her throat seemed to untangle and the wad of inside words seemed to loosen and her songbird voice seemed to tumble out in melodic lilting tone, “S-springpaw,” her angular head tipped down and her hues lifted to remain intact with Springpaw’s, “how… how have you been, I-I know t-that things have been… erm… quite busy,” words seemed to keep tumbling and Strawberrymumble wondered that if all those moons of silence had finally climaxed to an embarrassing speal of uncensored rambling, “I wanted to check on you, see if there was anything I could do… tell you that we all appreciate you, offer to help again if you need me to…,” flowers seemed to blood and her apricot oriental shaped form seemed to be so warm that she wondered if she would be soaked in melted snow if she stood and retreated… should she… Oriental shaped ears perked impatiently to see if the medicine cats apprentice would respond… she felt quite bad for making the feline speak in her pained tones but she hoped that her close vicinity to the feline was close enough to unburden Springpaw but also not too close as to annoy or disturb her.

{ @eris ~ Springpaw }