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MUDSTEP | 26 MOONS | SHE/HER fluffy brown she-cat with darker brown paws, greens eyes, and a white muzzle/underbelly
Mudstep woke with a start, eyes blurry with sleep. Shaking herself awake, she hurried out of the warriors den, scanning the clearing. Elkshadow! She began to approach him when she stopped, wondering if everything was just a dream. Slightly disconcerted, she continued towards the Tom. ”Hi, Elkshadow…” She mewed quietly, unable to meet his gaze in fear of being wrong.
FallowReed
She/Her
28 moons
Long haired Cream she-cat
FallowReed stumbled out of the warriors den. She had been feeling sick for a few weeks, but wrote it off as allergies. Today, she awoke feeling violently ill.
She tries desperately to get herself to the Medicine Cats den, but ends up stumbling so badly that she flops to the ground. She took a few deep breaths to try to stop her head from spinning.
She pulled herself back up, only to tumble back to the ground after a few steps.
She closed her eyes, shaking, terrified.
She starts to feel cold, her head drooping. She flops to her side, coughing.
She opens her eyes, only to see the clearing and the cats in it horribly blurry. She groans weakly.
She suddenly feels herself lighter. And.. wait, what? Is that.. her body? Is she.. dead? No- nonono- this can't be happening! She can't be dead! That's not how this was supposed to go.. She was supposed to die in battle! Not like this..
CHESTNUTFALL warrior - thirty-six moons - voice claim: tbd
@eris (I made it so that Spring was already heading over as you said you had planned on having her notice it. Let me know if this works or if not I can edit it to have him call her over instead!)
What started as just a dull ache is now spread to the rest of his belly and up along the back of his neck. Chestnutfall feels as though his head is underwater, and as he goes to shake it his vision distorts briefly. Bi-colored eyes appear slightly glazed over as the warrior tries to focus on placing one paw in front of the other. He is slowly but surely making his way along when the sight of a fuzzy body stops him. A blink does not clear it, and at first he is inclined to believe that StarClan has gifted him with a soft moss pillow. "Mercy..." he breathes in relief, a lazy grin spreading across his face. A place to rest for just a bit, just enough time to get more strength and not feel dizzy and...
...Oh. Oh wait. Chestnutfall blinks again and this time squints his eyes. This is not a moss pillow, or a moss bed. This is the body of a Clanmate. In his disheveled state he feels a bit glum at the realization - but it only lasts briefly before reality sinks in. This is the body of a Clanmate. A tight squeeze captures his heart in a locked grip and he bends his head down to sniff. Yes, they were passed, unfortunately. "May StarClan light your path, Fallowreed..."
He knows he is not the most equipped to deal with this, and as he sniffles a bit (not from grief, but from the dull achy underwater feeling in his head) the brown tom lifts his head to see Springpaw already coming over. Awkwardly he shuffles away from the body, placing his paws together and looking from them to the medicine cat apprentice. "Is there anything I can do?" he asks quietly, softly, almost as if he doesn't really want to interrupt her focus to ask. His eyes travel back to the body, and grief gives his heart another tight squeeze.
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[all perm. active]
Thick fur bristling, slumped body heaving, the exhausted calico trudged her way out from the rather overly crowded medicine den. Naturally, in situations like these, she would usually thrive under the pressure of being crowded and would just go along about her day. Now? That did not feel like it was the best choice to make from the following factors that happened just so recently. Exhaustion and sleep deprivation had just only been looming over her shoulders like a hard shell of a baren that she couldn’t let go. The peering, watchful eyes of her clan-mates that shot random glances towards her way sent a shiver down her spine, her eyes directed forward just to maintain what little sanity she had left in her body to keep herself preoccupied with coexistence within the world. Fluttering her eyes shut, the crisp cool air gradually entered through her numbed nostrils and poked into her oxygen-needy lungs, exhaling out in a mist of frosty air as a wave of rather dizzying light overcame her body, momentarily making the oriental feline slip on her rounded paws as she tried to keep her composure at check. So much for well-deserved impressment. It felt startling to be standing in the middle of the clearing looking like a foolish piece of prey waiting for the apex predator to strike and take its life. It was almost impervious to the way she was thinking at the moment, but it wasn’t like she could do anything else.
She was out here for a reason; a single reason in particular that was going to be a chance to help find out what is causing everyone in her clan to be so sick and weak from these plants. Clenching her teeth, her jaws were lightly clasped around the same pouch that Bumblestar had brought in recently for the medicine duo not long ago. The dirtied white flower-buds hung out from the leaf-like pouch as she wrinkled her nose at the wet, yet sickeningly sweet smell that eluded off from the bundle of poisonous white flowers that she held in her jaws. Her plan may not be particularly easy, but it’s worth a shot. Springpaw promised Bumblestar that she was going to take a patrol out to the territory and search for any more of these poisonous herbs, and that was what she was going to do. It wasn’t going to be just a simple task, especially given her current status of her closing wounds and the dried blood that faintly stained her fur, she was going to have to pull through and try to gather the right cats for this incoming patrol. Which, speaking of right cats, there were only very minimal options for which cats that would be eligible to go out of camp since there were many of her clan-mates falling drastically ill due to this poisonous flower. It was both heavily disappointing yet incredibly painful to watch her clan-mates try to fight off the worst of the diseases and not even bother to go into the medicine den for a proper check-up. It was almost like her clan didn’t bother to see the good in getting their health taken seriously.
The gushing of the autumn chills that bit through her fur broke through her fragile mind as her blue gaze began to wander up towards the bleak, gray skies above, watching as the clouds slowly moved as they remained concealed over the bright atmosphere of the burning sun. It could be either a pretty sight or a simple reflection that the worst of the cold weather is drawing more and more closer as she stands. Oriental-shaped ears flicked as she glanced around the barely active clearing once more, a heaving sigh escaping her lungs as she slowly began to move her numbed, chilled legs and her paws grew numb in contrast to the cold dirt beneath her soft paws. It left a feeling deep within her chest that she wasn’t quite sure how to put into exact words or perspective, but it didn’t feel right. Drawing in a deep breath through her chilled lungs, the dilute calico tried to steer her clouded mind away from those certain perspectives as she searched around for any potential cats that could tag along with her for just this patrol in general. Was there at least someone in particular that wasn’t affected by this ragtag poison? Exhaling sharply, her blue gaze landed on two mollies in particular, feeling a sharp sense of ease stroll through her as she silently studied the duo that caught her keen eyes.
Larchflame and Dovefluff. Two perfect candidates to tag alongside her for this patrol to hopefully find any more herbs around the territory that looked identical to the herbs that she held gingerly in her jaws. Larchflame was dependable, and always seemed to keep things on track… unlike certain cats. Speingpaw’s lips curled briefly at the thought of a russet-colored pelt slipping past her brain, swallowing the boiling ire down her throat as she shifted her gaze towards her mother. A sharp, seemingly stinging, pang of guilt stabbed at the calico deep within her gut, making her paws dig themselves into the coarse dirt below, entirely resilient towards the temptation of moving towards both mollies. Dovefluff still bore unbearable wounds from the treacherous battle, and a small part of Springpaw’s brain screamed at her that it was her fault that her own mother ended up crucially injured in the first place. That it was her fault that she bore such impotence to help her clan-mates while the tom-cat happily tore through her flesh and twisted the vital parts of her vocal cords to a mess where she couldn’t even utter a single word without agonizing pain targeting such a vital area. It was pitiful, almost heartbreaking even. She didn’t know how to sign; she wasn’t like Cowtuft and could sign away without a care in the world. She knew absolutely nothing about gestures, and she was already half-certain that absolutely none of her clan-mates knew much about sighing either… unless, someone of them actually did and she just wasn't pouring much of her work and efforts into it hard enough to find those specific cats.
Whatever. It was better for her to move on from her impeccable thoughts and speak with the two mollies that had caught her eye within the midst of rather deserted clearing. Shuffling a deep, chilled breath of air into her burning lungs, she finally began to move her stiffened legs towards the duo of mollies as a small, geeky smile wormed its way to her sore lips behind the leaf-like pouch that she held delicately in her jaws. “H… h-hello, L-Larchflame… mom,” Springpaw rasped, trying her hardest to make her voice loud enough for both of the felines to hear her, placing herself down onto her haunches as she glanced back up towards both of the mollies. “I… need cats… to come with… for… something… important,” she explained, leaning down and dropping the dirtied pouch in front of them and gently using a forepaw to open the pouch to reveal its contents inside. The dirtied white flowers weren’t in the best shape, but it was enough for her to show both of the mollies what Bumblestar showed her and Drizzlecloud in the medicine den. “This… is a poison that… RiverClan might… be leaving… in… the territory… I… want… to look… for any more… of these… in the territory…” her throat gurgled and ached while she spoke, her breath catching occasionally in her throat while she explained her intent on what she’s doing to both mollies. “Will… you both… come with?… We can… collect any… important herbs… along the way… if needed.”
@poppy. @Apolloween. [ueue probably gonna give us around like 10-15 days or so to get this done and over with]
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MUDSTEP | 26 MOONS | SHE/HER fluffy brown she-cat with darker brown paws, greens eyes, and a white muzzle/underbelly
Mudstep woke with a start, eyes blurry with sleep. Shaking herself awake, she hurried out of the warriors den, scanning the clearing. Elkshadow! She began to approach him when she stopped, wondering if everything was just a dream. Slightly disconcerted, she continued towards the Tom. ”Hi, Elkshadow…” She mewed quietly, unable to meet his gaze in fear of being wrong.
Mousekit was loafed on a soft part of the ground, looking bored.
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"Thou art unfit for any place but hell."~shakespear
Slime'Tuft is JuniperClan's medcat app. and has a semi-open den policy auction day! i cant believe it!
Desert Rain Frog hopped in! Blxze. lit this sig. *Lunastar* trampled this sig doing quadrobics. ~MothDust~ drew silli kittis here. leopard. brought her cats in here to destroy the place.
"Without loyalty, you won't accomplish anything."
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Sagefern blinked happily at the other warriors gester and motioned for them to sit down. "Gladly this thing is huge!" he laughed shoving some it towards Sandflower. And giving them a swift lick on the shoulder as friendship. Before taking one more bit of it. "How the prey running along?" he asked the other warriors eying them.
Sandflower
A sand-colored tabby she-cat with green eyes.
I touched my nose with his, as a sign of greeting, and then grabbed the piece of the vole. I sat down next to him, and meowed: -´´Im good! And you? What made you so tired?´´ - i laughed -´´Honestly, i also can't wait to sleep. With all these conflicts, cats becoming sicks and our daily warrior activities, im exhausted´´ I said, while eating quickly.
Sandflower
A sand-colored tabby she-cat with green eyes.
I touched my nose with his, as a sign of greeting, and then grabbed the piece of the vole. I sat down next to him, and meowed: -´´Im good! And you? What made you so tired?´´ - i laughed -´´Honestly, i also can't wait to sleep. With all these conflicts, cats becoming sicks and our daily warrior activities, im exhausted´´ I said, while eating quickly.
Sagefern smiled as he watched the other warriors eat. "I don't know warrior dupties etc." he nodded and his eyes want sad at the mention of the sickness.
He Ran Out Of The Nersery And Towards The Clearing. "Mooouuse C'mooonnnn! The Elders Are Ready I Think!" He Pestered The Kit. "Lett Goooooooo!" He Dragged His Words In Boredom. 'HUUUUURRRRYY!!!" Her Yoled Behind Him Bounding Into The Clearing
Sagefern smiled as he watched the other warriors eat. "I don't know warrior dupties etc." he nodded and his eyes want sad at the mention of the sickness.
Sandflower
A sand-colored tabby she-cat with green eyes.
I noticed that i might have touched a delicate topic. I didn't know if he had a close friend or relative that was sick, or that he lost someone, so i decided to give him some hope: -´´Don't worry, this phase will pass. Drizzecloud and Springpaw are amazing medicine cats, they know how to treat almost any disease. Im sure in a few moons everyone will be healthy and energetic again! Its just a question of time.´´ I thinked a little. ´´What if you... distract yourself? That's the best thing to do when there's a difficult phase. Why don't you go to Willow's Rise and relax? Or take a stroll in the territory or hunt a little. But anyways, im always here if you need!´´ I smiled at him.
Re: ThunderClan Clearing
