Cindersky
She knew there was no use arguing with the white furred warrior and she did not want to stand around all day. After a moment of thought, Cindersky sighed. "I will not demand you to sit out a patrol, because I know you simply will not listen. But I want your wounds quickly patched up by Icicleripple before you all head out. And Icicleripple, if Spiderthroat so much as trips over his own paws you send him right back. Spiderthroat, you are to listen to Icicleripple." Her voice remained firm as she glanced between the patrols, flicking an ear to Moosecrash to indicate she heard him as well.
With that taken care of, she lifted an ear to hear her name being called. Noticing the situation Cindersky came over, surprised that it was Thunderchaser picking the fight. "Certainly, Shallowshiver." Her stern gaze shifted to the warrior, disappointment shining clearly within them. First the aggression towards his own Clanmates, and now this. "Thunderblaze you are to wait here in camp until I am back. I need to speak with you about your behavior."
Looking now at Possumpaw and Sagepaw, she nodded towards the camp entrance. "Come now, perhaps we can even get a lesson or two in while we are out." From what she knew, training had somewhat stalled for both cats and if Cindersky could help it, she would take the opportunity to teach both of them.
The silvery white molly looked up as her name was called. Okay, herb patrol. At the Weeping Tree. That didn't sound like it could end violently. The tripod stood up and walked as steadily as she could over to where Shallowshiver and Stagbound stood. "Ready."
The blind apprentice was caught by surprise when Thunderchaser smashed his paw down on his furless rat like tail. He let out a hiss and begun to swing his paw, but stopped. If he hurt him he'd be no better than him. Possumpaw felt the paw lift from his tail and he pulled it back. He gave it a quick lick. He opened his jaws to speak when he was cut off by Shallowshiver.
Possumpaw moved his head towards the sound of his voice. Looking someone's getting in trouble. It was about time a warrior defended him even if he really didn't need it. He could take care of himself. He didn't need a warrior hanging over his shoulder. Possumpaw then heard Cindersky. Oh so now was the time a warrior as great as her actually paid attention to him. His thoughts raced back to his talk with Emberpaw.
He let it be known he was there, so that was a start. Possumpaw followed Cindersky out of the camp for the patrol. This better be a good patrol or he was going to be pretty upset. Before he moved out though he stuck his tongue out at Thunderchaser real quick to not let anyone see what he had done.
Coming back only to get Barleypaw into warriorhood, but then I most likely will be leaving entirely. I've spend too much time on her to not have her be a warrior and I'd like to get her there.
Tired of being stuck in the nursery the four moon old kit padded out of the den and out into the clearing. She kept her head low and she didn't utter a word. She liked to pretend to be invisible. It was always nice t not been seen by anyone. She wouldn't leave camp anyway. Well not on purpose. That raccoon had scared her to death a week ago when she had accidentally rolled out of the camp. She had been so distracted with what she was playing with she hadn't noticed she had left. Goosekit found a spot where the sun was shining and laid down with her limbs and tail underneath her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth and the fresh air.
Coming back only to get Barleypaw into warriorhood, but then I most likely will be leaving entirely. I've spend too much time on her to not have her be a warrior and I'd like to get her there.
Goosekit was laid in her nest in the nursery. She had her bedding on top of her in hopes it would make her blend in. She wasn't a talkative cat and liked to spend time by herself. She was afraid to talk to other in cats in fear that they would reject her just like her mother had. She was always by herself and she ha grown to like it. Goosekit watched as some kits hung out with their parents or their friends. She suddenly felt sad. She was always so jealous of the other kits. They were loved and she was tossed aside. It was the main reason why she was the way she was.
Coming back only to get Barleypaw into warriorhood, but then I most likely will be leaving entirely. I've spend too much time on her to not have her be a warrior and I'd like to get her there.
At least Cindersky had some sense! Spiderthroat shouldn't patrol anywhere, thank you very much, but rather tuck himself into the back corner of Sundust's den and sleep till he learned not to bite people. But...oh dear.
Several unfortunate things happened in quick succession; Spiderthroat (still alarmingly calm about his mortality) claimed he'd be fine, some snot-nosed warriors also summoned for patrols were being rude to kids, and Cindy left to take care of business. Drama flared like Dawnstar's nostrils when non-leaders shared the seastones with her. What a day!
Mudskip was perhaps the least qualified cat he could think of to lead anything, but the tom's splotchy fur ruffled up to new heights. He shook his head. "Hold on a minute!" He may or may not have also stomped his paw for...erm, emphasis. "Spiderthroat, I'll have you know I have the stamina of a dying mosquito, but even I could probably take you down in your current state." A bluff. Mudskip did NOT want to test out this theory, but he hoped it sounded at least a little threatening. "Please get some rest. I'm far too delicate to lug your unconscious body to Firefly Cove and back." Between him and Icicleripple, Mudskip didn't think there would be any issue collecting herbs.
"And another thing!" Should he butt in? Oh well, Mud was already on a roll, so might as well end with a flourish. Assholes were the bane of his existence. Mudskip's blue gaze seared into Thrashercall as he spoke pointedly to Sagepaw. "If you want to help us, Sagepaw, feel free." Before Cindersky could chastise him for the petty outburst, the tom executed a dainty pivot, chin held high as he padded toward Firefly Cove.
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The silvery white molly looked up as her name was called. Okay, herb patrol. At the Weeping Tree. That didn't sound like it could end violently. The tripod stood up and walked as steadily as she could over to where Shallowshiver and Stagbound stood. "Ready."
The black warrior padded over to Stagbound, nodding politely to him, "Once Cloudyflight gets here we'll head out" they spoke, gazing around for the other warrior.
Stagbound smiled as the she-cat arrived. "Ok, let's go!" He said
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Goosekit was laid in her nest in the nursery. She had her bedding on top of her in hopes it would make her blend in. She wasn't a talkative cat and liked to spend time by herself. She was afraid to talk to other in cats in fear that they would reject her just like her mother had. She was always by herself and she ha grown to like it. Goosekit watched as some kits hung out with their parents or their friends. She suddenly felt sad. She was always so jealous of the other kits. They were loved and she was tossed aside. It was the main reason why she was the way she was.
Snowkit had been with Violetkit for awhile, making sure the younger kit had been okay while her mother was gone. Now that she was alone, she limped over towards one of the quieter corners of the nursery. With a soft sigh, she lay down, wresting her stiff, useless leg into a comfortable position.
She hadn’t noticed Goosekit at first. The other kit was very quiet, and Snowkit only noticed her when a stray movement caught her eye. Curiosity sufficiently aroused, she called out softly to the other kit. “Hello, what are you doing?” She was aware that if the other kit was quiet and hidden, she probably wanted to be alone, so she didn’t press to hard.
Originally, Bushpaw was going to just skip going to the medicine den entirely and scream to himself in the den about how much of a horrible brother he was. But, he knew it probably wasn’t smart and it would get infected, and then he would die. And he didn’t want that...yet. Plus, his scars stung and hurt insufferably, so he wouldn’t be able to ignore them for long. He sighed as he entered the den of miracles, and there was a small bit of comfort that came with being in there. Was it that at that very den queens learned that they would have little bundles of joy? Or was it how cats deathly wounded was able to run around with their family and friends again because of it. Whatever it was, Bushpaw enjoyed the little feeling of it. But, he realized he was spacing out in his own thoughts, and realized why he was actually there in the first place. “Hey, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you at all, I just have some claw marks from a warrior on my chest and mouth, uh, so if I could have them treated please?”
As he sat down on the soft nest of moss, that’s when his mind flashed to his sisters again. All of his sisters, and he missed their ceremonies. He hadn’t seen two of them for most of his life (granted, he hadn’t been living long) and then he went and gone to hang out with his best friend he could’ve seen at any moment just because he saw something scary. He felt guilty, extremely guilty. That was the best moment of their lives, and Bushpaw had missed it. So, what Bushpaw did then had been what he never thought he would ever thought he would ever do in a million years.
“WAAaAaAUGggHHH”
There had went any chance of him being respected, ever. He tried taking deep breaths, but every time he tried it was just another raspy breath desperately holding onto consciousness. That sobbing has everything. Nose dripping, feeling as if someone pinched it and was pressing it into his skull. Throat closed, making every breath seem like if he didn’t fight to continue, he’d wake up belly up in Starclan, but it only felt like it. He tried apologizing to Sundust, but he still couldn’t do anything. To stop crying was all he wished for at that moment, but alas, tears were unstoppable. He just hoped this was what he would be viewed as for the rest of time.
It seemed the minor injuries from the battle were finally coming to get treatment, as he expected. All the major ones had been handled by Rosepaw and Icicleripple while he prepared the den for any who may need to stay with the medicine cats while their injuries healed. It seemed his first patient would be Bushpaw. ”Oh, hello-“
Sundust’s greeting was cut off as the apprentice began sobbing, taking the medicine cat completely aback. “Oh, I- Um- Oh stars. You’ll be alright Bushpaw. We won the battle, yeah? Everything is ok.” Starclan above, he was not good at this. His pale peach eyes met Bushpaw’s. “Unless there’s something you want to talk about? You know, while I specialize in healing others physically, that is not exclusively what I do. If you want to talk through some things, I’m here to do so.” Sundust began examining the injuries as he spoke.
The scratches weren’t terrible, but it wouldn’t hurt to clean them out. The ones on Bushpaw’s chest likely needed some marigold. As the golden tom padded towards the herb storage, he kept an ear focused on Bushpaw, listening in case the young tom wanted to talk.
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// @Naiad ;; figure this'll be set after the tc meeting !
>Bumblebreak<
Bumblebreak hadn't gone to get her wounds treated immediately and now she was sorely regretting it. It wasn't as if she needed urgent attention - her injuries were superficial compared to some of her other Clanmates', but they still stung, and the dried blood was starting to become uncomfortable. "Sundust? I need to get these things cleaned up a bit."
Sundust couldn’t help the fondness in his eyes as one of Thunderclan’s newest warriors padded into the den. It was always exciting when new warriors were made, and this recent batch was the biggest he could remember Thunderclan ever having.
“Hello, Bumblebreak,” he mewed as he began examining the wounds. The cheek scratch seemed shallow enough, some wet moss would probably do, but those scores on his sides would need some cobwebs and marigold. He went and fetched two small marigold leaves and a pawful of cobwebs and began patching the new warrior up. After chewing the marigold leaves into a paste, he applied it to the cuts then plastered them with cobwebs. “Did you want a poppy seed?” The injuries didn’t seem terribly painful, but it never hurt to offer.
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A molly had approached the dark-furred feline. Hunting ... She nodded her head. "Sunshadow" She nodded in greeting. Best to be respectful. "Where to?" her voice was quiet, unusually deep for a female cat. Hemlockfrost smiled, a small gesture at being friendly, though it nearly passed off as shy.
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