The urgent tone way in which Bumblebreaks words poured out was almost as surprising as the content of her rapid phrases. Eyes widened slightly as the tan molly mulled over the abruptness of this announcement; desperately attempting to pull forth words of... Surprise? Humor? Acceptance? Truly she was... out of her depth here, but the least she could do was put her best paw forward and make an attempt to say something meaningful.
However, eloquence was unfortunately not her strongest trait. Clearing her throat after what seemed to have been a rather extended silence, Sparrowstar attempted a response.
"I am... I can certainly refer to you as such Bumblebreak," she stated, attempting to latch onto any sort of solid speech of acceptance as her mind whirred. "And I am sure your clanmates will be glad to know of this correction. I am--that is, I'm terribly sorry if you ever thought I'd deny you the ability to make that announcement. You are welcome to do so at the next meeting once my own announcements are complete."
Her bumbling words seemed far from adequate in her mind, but an attempt of a supportive smile grew across her muzzle.
"You deserve to feel safe and welcomed in your home, so if anyone prevents that be sure to let me know. I will not tolerate any divisions amongst our clanmates over frivolous and narrowminded beliefs."
bumblebreak === >
The longer Sparrowstar remained silent, the harder Bumblebreak clenched her jaw until she thought it might crack. She rose to her feet with a lash of her tail, prepared to swing right out of the den, but finally, finally Sparrowstar interrupted her. Her paws felt rooted to the floor as the leader spoke.
There was relief to be found in her words and... little else. Bumblebreak wasn't close to her like she had been to Cinderpaw, or Cindersky. The minimal ounce of solace she felt here was nothing compared to what had come from the other conversations. Expression flickering, she nodded curtly, muttering a quiet, "Thanks. I sure as hell hope you wouldn't."
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Sundust wrinkled his nose as he caught sight of the gashes in Stormclaw’s leg - those did not look pleasant. “Stars, how’d you manage to get scratches this deep?” Sundust asked a he began selecting herbs from the storage. It seemed this injury warranted some marigold.
Stormclaw looked to Sundust as he spoke his one good eye looked at sundust keeping his focus on him" ehhhhh..... does being attacked by 2 Rogues answer your Question? um... cause thats how i got my injuries, are my injuries gonna cause any changes?" he asked as he limped forward more sniffing only the nest in front of him
Sundust began clearing up the herb scraps as he spoke. “You did very well with that, Stormkit. Most warrior’s wouldn’t be able to tough out an injury like that as well as you.” The praise was sincere - the medicine cat had seen grown cats moved to tears over having a thorn pulled from their paw. “I’d like you to stay in the medicine den for a bit an rest, ok? Just so I can make sure the leg is healing alright.”
“Uh- thank you,” Stormkit nodded, “oh sure I will stay.” The kit nodded again and waited for Sundust to say something else as yet again he glanced around the medicine den.[/B]
Dandelionpaw existed, wondering if she was ready for her assessment.
Meanwhile the newly named Vixenpaw hummed happily, patting her paws up and down as she eagerly watched the sky, waiting for the famously rumoured snow.
Ravenwatcher sat idly, settled just in front of the elders' den, rubbing their flank along the bushy flora that grew in a way to be a bulwark for the elderly Felidae that resided within. They swayed from side to side at a leisurely pace, allowing the flora to brush their pelt, while also serving as a way to rub their scent along the outer side of the den.
Their gaze roved, surveying the camp with tired eyes, their yellow-green optics flitting from one side of the bivouac to another, the bustling felines engrossing their attention in a yearning, perhaps rueful way - they wished to be young again, to be able to provide their clan in a truly efficient way, rather than only being able to contribute tales and their wise insight to those who seek it.
They turned their gaze away with a gentle sigh, opting to gently rub their cranium along the flora to get their mind off of unpleasant thoughts. The envious dreams to be young, to simply rest without aching muscles, stiff joints, and deteriorating health, all admonishing them of their ancient age, a sour reminder of all of their regrets, unable to do what they had desired when they were younger.
Their lips began to curl slightly, their teeth clenching as they had a short crisis in their mind. A long inhale, then a deep exhale proved to be enough to soothe their thoughts and ease their mood.
They paused, allowing their eyelids to flutter slightly as they shifted to face the center of the camp, their tail curling lightly along their forepaws.
If Ravenwatcher's aged bones would allow it, perhaps they'd bother their beloved troublemakers, and offer them a means of entertainment for those who've worked diligently recently.
Their gaze slowly wandered over to the apprentice den - the said troublemakers in question.
Now that Raven thought about it, they recalled the last time they'd gathered the apprentices and older kits with free time and allowed them to decorate certain dens and nests, which seemed to be quite a few moons ago. It was certainly fun for all of those involved - aside from the few grumpy felines who lightly scolded the younglings for disturbing their nests, yet aside from that hadn't minded the decoration around the den.
They smiled lopsidedly to themself, then continued to observe the camp in a seated position.
Ravenwatcher sat idly, settled just in front of the elders' den, rubbing their flank along the bushy flora that grew in a way to be a bulwark for the elderly Felidae that resided within. They swayed from side to side at a leisurely pace, allowing the flora to brush their pelt, while also serving as a way to rub their scent along the outer side of the den.
Their gaze roved, surveying the camp with tired eyes, their yellow-green optics flitting from one side of the bivouac to another, the bustling felines engrossing their attention in a yearning, perhaps rueful way - they wished to be young again, to be able to provide their clan in a truly efficient way, rather than only being able to contribute tales and their wise insight to those who seek it.
They turned their gaze away with a gentle sigh, opting to gently rub their cranium along the flora to get their mind off of unpleasant thoughts. The envious dreams to be young, to simply rest without aching muscles, stiff joints, and deteriorating health, all admonishing them of their ancient age, a sour reminder of all of their regrets, unable to do what they had desired when they were younger.
Their lips began to curl slightly, their teeth clenching as they had a short crisis in their mind. A long inhale, then a deep exhale proved to be enough to soothe their thoughts and ease their mood.
They paused, allowing their eyelids to flutter slightly as they shifted to face the center of the camp, their tail curling lightly along their forepaws.
If Ravenwatcher's aged bones would allow it, perhaps they'd bother their beloved troublemakers, and offer them a means of entertainment for those who've worked diligently recently.
Their gaze slowly wandered over to the apprentice den - the said troublemakers in question.
Now that Raven thought about it, they recalled the last time they'd gathered the apprentices and older kits with free time and allowed them to decorate certain dens and nests, which seemed to be quite a few moons ago. It was certainly fun for all of those involved - aside from the few grumpy felines who lightly scolded the younglings for disturbing their nests, yet aside from that hadn't minded the decoration around the den.
They smiled lopsidedly to themself, then continued to observe the camp in a seated position.
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ReedKit
He/Him
� A dark brown tom with tabby markings and dark brown eyes �
ReedKit happened to slip away from his mother and sisters who
were playing hide'n seek. This was his chance to get his paws
under himself and explore! With a anxious smile he dashed away
before almost running into the leg of older cat. He looked up
quiet shocked he hadn't stopped earlier. "Hiya!" He said
with a greeting nod then scrunched his nose but his smile
didn't fade.
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Sundust began clearing up the herb scraps as he spoke. “You did very well with that, Stormkit. Most warrior’s wouldn’t be able to tough out an injury like that as well as you.” The praise was sincere - the medicine cat had seen grown cats moved to tears over having a thorn pulled from their paw. “I’d like you to stay in the medicine den for a bit an rest, ok? Just so I can make sure the leg is healing alright.”
Sundust tipped his head to the side curiously as the cat asked about Butterflyblaze. “I’m sorry - I don’t recall seeing him come into the medicine den, though it’s possible Rosepaw handled his healing..” the golden tom’s brow furrowed with thought. “If you see him though, please have him come see me. A sprained paw can be serious if it’s not treated.”
Sundust flicked his ear, whiskers twitching with mild amusement at the queen’s joy. ”Ah, that works out well then. And don’t worry too much about cutting down your walks for the time being - exercise can be quite healthy for pregnant queens. If there’s not anything else, I believe you’re all set.” Even in tough seasons such as Leafbare, new kits were always a joy to have in camp.
Sundust tilted his head as he examined the scratches. “Ah, congratulations on passing your assessment. The gopher scratches are nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve seen plenty of back scratches from rabbits and bites from voles.” The scratches seemed fairly shallow, nothing too concerning. “You did the right thing keeping them clean. Since you took care of them well, I don’t see any need for marigold or cobwebs right now, but do come see me if the area gets red, swollen, or smells foul.” He wished more warrior’s would have Sootfur’s sense - too many just let their injuries fester without so much as giving them a lick.
“Take this,” Sundust instructed, sliding over a poppy seed from the pile of herbs Rosepaw had just dropped off. Carefully but firmly, the medicine cat maneuvered the first leg into the correct position to be set. He had several words he would like to say to Beastwatcher, some he could not say in front of kits, but for now he had to focus. Still, his pinned ears made the normal monotone medicine cat’s emotions clear.
Good StarClan, the sheer number of kits sneaking out of camp was absurd! This was definitely going onto his ever-growing list of ‘things to talk to Sparrowstar about’. After retrieving some marigold, Sundust began to carefully treat the unconscious kit’s injuries. “I’m glad you found her - rat bites can be really dangerous.” The risk for infection was huge with any rodent bite.
Sundust wrinkled his nose as he caught sight of the gashes in Stormclaw’s leg - those did not look pleasant. “Stars, how’d you manage to get scratches this deep?” Sundust asked a he began selecting herbs from the storage. It seemed this injury warranted some marigold.
Sundust was slightly surprised to see a patient be so upfront about their symptoms, even suggesting what might be the cause. Nine times out of ten, Sundust was the one who needed to prompt the conversation and dig up the symptoms. “Well, based off of what you’ve listed, I would say it’s very likely that you’re pregnant. Do you have any questions or concerns regarding that?”
"No... though i admit that i'm a little scared though, since this is my first litter, and with the weather being what it is... though i have faith that everthing will turn out fine in the end" Tinyflower purred as she gazed up at the medicine cat
Foxwillow looked up, purring. "I'm alright." her voice was hoarse. "Tired.. and hurting slightly.. But, I'm so happy." she licked each kit's head. Aren't they beautiful?"
Foxwillow looked up, purring. "I'm alright." her voice was hoarse. "Tired.. and hurting slightly.. But, I'm so happy." she licked each kit's head. Aren't they beautiful?"
Re: ThunderClan Leader's Den
