Re: RiverClan Leader's Den
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Originally Posted by finley
c o b w e b s t o r m ┆ ☆
she / they . 20 moons . riverclan medicine cat a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur.
purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector, dreamwalker | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
└> . . . @Marigoldwhisper !!!
cobwebstorm sniffled, blinking through the haze of tears that clung stubbornly to her lashes. the weight of owl's words pressed heavy on her chest, but not in the way she expected. the leader's frustration was familiar—cobwebstorm was reminded sharply of stormstar—but buried within that sharpness was something cobwebstorm could almost cling to: understanding, and maybe even care.
' i... i know, owls, ' she began, voice trembling. ' you're right. i.. shouldn't have... i shouldn't have tried to fix what wasn't mine to fix. i—i thought I was helping.. i just... ' cobwebstorm's words faltered, her claws scraping lightly against the den floor. ' i jus'.. don't want anyone to feel like they're alone. like i... like i do. ' stars, that was embarassing to say.
her ears flattened against her head as she let out a shaky exhale. she hesitated, lifting her head to meet owlstar's gaze, her blue eyes rimmed with a lingering sadness but determined, albiet her deep tiredness. ' thank you... for not giving up on me. ' she said softly, leaning briefly into the leader's comforting touch before stepping back, her tail dragging low but slowly beginning to lift.
' i'll get some rest, ' she promised, voice still shaky but a bit firmer now. ' and if... if i see her again, i'll come to you. swear it. ' she glanced back as she turned to leave, her tail tip twitching uncertainly. ' 'nd, owlstar... thank you. for everything. i won't forget this. do- do you mind if i go? ' you're not allowed to leave until i excuse you. storm's voice echoed through her mind and cobwebstorm breathed deeply.
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" the moon will sing a song for me
( i loved you like the sun ) "
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`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\49 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE] Killer Aptitude (T2) [INACTIVE]
- - - Owlstar gave the medic a nod. "Yer free ta go. I oughta see ya in yer nest, sleepin' away her worries, or imma drag ya right back in 'ere ta explain the importance of sleep. 'Night chap."
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Originally Posted by Goopysharkboi
@ Marigoldwhisper
Cloudgaze came bounding in, carrying a small shell he had been hiding in his den for sometime. "Hi Owlstar, I figured I'd come and congratulate you on getting your name, and I brought you the shiniest shell from my collection as a gift! If you need anything at all, from patrols to someone to chat to, you're always welcome to ask me, alright?" He seemed very cheerful and hyperactive. But then again, he always was. His ears twitched softly as he waited for his leader's response. |
`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\49 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE] Killer Aptitude (T2) [INACTIVE]
- - - Owlstar was nearly startled by somecat waltzing into her den uninvited, and obvious displease rimmed her face. "Chap, if there are any reasons ta barge inta my den, shells ain't one of 'em." She began, before she let out a sigh and padded up to the warrior, taking the gift gingerly. At least she had something to decorate her nest with now.
"Thank ya, really. I'll keep all that in mind." She allowed a hint of a smile to roll over her face before she spoke once more. "But ya, however, oughta keep in mind that ya cain't be comin' inta my den uninvited." She scolded with a flick of her tail. "Yer free ta go if ya ain't go nothin' else ta tell me."
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Originally Posted by Dolomedes
Honeypaw
| He/him | RC Apprentice | ~19 moons |
Honeypaw fidgeted with his paws, outside of where he was pretty sure the leader resides. Not the dark molly they had met and let them inside of the clan, she was dead. It was the other one… uhm, the terminology wasn’t coming to mind like it should. The second in command, but it was one word, and now she was the leader. It was… a lot. But Honeypaw wanted to speak with her, about the clan, about himself, about what was expected of Honeypaw here. He knew stories from Floodpaw, but he knew nothing. And that was terrifying. He was used to the alleys and apartments and housefolk, but the forest and rivers and… it was all lost on him. “Owl, The word strange, not the same way that he’s heard other cats say it, “Owl..star?” He tested the name, unsure if it was correct or if he messed up.. He just hoped that Owl was more friendly.
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`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\48 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE] Killer Aptitude (T2) [INACTIVE]
- - - With a voice that nearly rang unfamiliar, Owlstar believed she had a bit of a right to be suspicious. She narrowed her clouded gaze to see through frosted lichen, rising a bit by her hind legs to get a better view. Hm... They were Honeypaw, weren't they? They seemed unsure, which was expected. He'd joined Riverclan and the cat that let them join in the first place was already dead. What a shock.
"C'mon in chap, whatcha need?"
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Originally Posted by squidz
— STAGHEART —
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 55 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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As Stagheart ducked in at the permission of his leader, he noted the slight sleepiness in her eyes. Ah, dangit — had he disturbed her sleep? Thankfully she didn't seem to mind. He paused a moment, glancing around; last time he'd been in here had been to discuss this very same topic with the medicine cat and Daisypaw... and Stormstar, of course. It felt strange not to see the late gray leader now, although he did note that Owlstar seemed fitting in her stead. That was quite the relief; he was grateful to have faith in his leadership after all that's happened to his Clan.
Dipping his head respectfully in greeting, Stagheart sat down on the cool stone, ignoring the way the cold leeched through his haunches. "Sorry to bother ya wit' this, but it's somethin' that's been ongoin' for poor Daisypaw. Ain't sure how much you know 'bout the situation, but she's got... a condition." He furrowed his whisker brows as if trying to recall what Berryshine had said about it; he was no medic himself and strained to find proper words to describe the young cat's ailments. "She's, ah... sorta weak. And I don't just mean strength; I mean that certain things she can or can't do, and if she does 'em anyway, might pull a muscle or somethin'. Can't train 'er like a normal 'paw, that's for sure."
He paused a moment, frowning. "If you remember, Fadin'star had gone to assign her as a Caretaker. I was gonna get some instructions on how to train her from 'im, but then he... left, shortly after." Stagheart's torn ear flicked as if recalling the way Waterlily, the fierce elder, had practically chased the former leader out. "Then Stormstar almost wanted Daisy to be taken out of the Clan, let some Twolegs take 'er in 'cause Clan life weren't suited for her. But she let her stay since Berryshine said she was gettin' better 'n stronger over time."
Stars, he never spoke this much. He was starting to hate the sound of his own voice. Clearing his throat, the tabby tom gave a shrug of his broad shoulders, looking at Owlstar with measured respect of her opinion.
"Now... well, bad part is that I never got to trainin' Daisy on anythin' 'cause I never got a chance to be told what to do wit' 'er. Guess now that question falls to you... 'n so long as you ain't disappearin' into the ground as we speak, maybe I'll be able to figure it out this time." The last words were said in dry humor, blue eyes glinting in the dimness of the cave. He waited to see if Owlstar had any other questions of clarifiers, or if she'd get right to the instructions.
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`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\48 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE] Killer Aptitude (T2) [INACTIVE]
- - - Brown ears flicked as she listened, her tail swaying as she blinked back streamers of sunlight. She had no idea Daisypaw had a condition and was going to have her place in the clan figured out numerous times but never got to it since everycat kept dying.
"I believe the word caretaker is pretty self explanatory. Since she cain't do much without hurtin' herself, yer right. She cain't be trained, not in the slightest. So, fer the role, I suppose I could 'ave er as an aid of sorts. The gal can still run, yeah? Er, walk. That's a better word." The leader thought for a moment before she finally shook her head and moved on.
"She could help carry herbs to n' fro when the herbalists jaws get too full. Carry prey, clean moss, maybe stay 'round the nursery to watch kits who ain't got any kin. Help the ol' folks get around if they need it. So, generally, support. She helps when she needs ta, but I'm sure there's gotta be more specific stuff she can do other than apprentice duties." She'd already given some examples, threw them out and hope they fit.
"Whatcha think? Also, since she know good n' well she cain't be a warrior, what about I still give 'er a name, but not exactly a warrior name, just somethin' ta enform others of 'er status."
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