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Post by Sand on May 3, 2023 14:52:17 GMT -5
TheliaClan: a 1x1 the home of the night guard This clan is heavily inspired by Appalachia region folklore with their cryptids and creatures and stuff. Based in the mountainous woodlands of the Appalachian region, TheliaClan seems like your normal, average clan. They have the typical ranks, warrior code, but there is one thing that makes them different from the rest: the Night Guard.
The Night Guard are cats that patrol and guard the territory during the night. The Night Guard are the only cats allowed out of camp at night while the “regular” warriors have always been taught to never leave the camp once the sun sets. The Night Guard cats are trained in a special way in which they can usually survive going out at night and keep the clan safe from the creatures that lurk in the night. Their training is super secret and no daylight warrior knows how they train and it’s even said that training is only a secret between mentor and apprentice and it’s all different from cat to cat in the Night Guard. It’s both a high honor and something no parent wants their children to do.
Littermates/siblings in general cannot be Night Guards together - it’s such a dangerous task that this rule came about so that parents won’t have to see all their offspring die before they do. The Night Guard cats never make it to the elders den, most die within 50-60 moons and even getting that old is considered lucky. These cats are not to speak of what goes on at night to those outside the guard. Night Guard cats can take mates but they must be prepared to not be alive to raise their family, if they start one so many of these cats shy away from the family life.
The Night Guard cats can’t ascend to deputy or leader rank, their main purpose is the Night Guard. Most apprentices die during training, so those that make it are highly regarded. There’s usually only seven or so night guard cats at a time, but not because the rank is limited (it’s unlimited) but because of the high mortality.
To become a Night Guard apprentice, a kit must announce their interest during their apprentice ceremony. Before being accepted as a Night Guard apprentice, three Night Guard cats will individually interview this cat. If majority decides this kit is fit to train for the Night Guard, they are given a Night Guard mentor and thus begin their training. If they do not pass, they are given two more chances with these two chances needing to always be at least a moon apart.
All of this is credit to Feathertalon , it is her amazing idea.
Plot The creatures of the night are starting to attack cats during the day, so there's been a lot more casualties and injuries as of late. A group of cats try and see if they can figure out what's causing the new string of attacks.
Cats that will be injured are: Dimstar, Owlmask, Frostfalcon & Hopwhisker.
Cat that will die are: Dimstar (loses 1-2 lives), Oakshade, Berrystorm, Hollyheart, Creektail, Honeystream, Nettledust & Leopardpaw. |
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Post by Sand on May 3, 2023 14:52:26 GMT -5
TheliaClan: a 1x1 the home of the night guard Allegiances
Leader: Dimstar - silver-white molly with inky black tabby marks and amber eyes; will be injured, probably lose a life or two
Deputy: Shrikeswoop - a large grey tabby tom with ear tufts and green eyes
Medicine Cat: Pebblepool - silver-gray molly with pale green eyes
apprentice: Fernpaw - a silver spotted tabby she-cat with pale amber eyes
Night Guard:
Sleetgaze - black smoke tom with piercing copper eyes
Icetail - solid white tom with a plumy tail and amber eyes
Owlmask - thin seal point molly with bright blue eyes; will be injured
Frostfalcon - a lithe blue grey she-cat with green eyes; currently injured
Oakshade - a brown ticked tabby tom with yellow-green eyes; will die.
Berrystorm - a long-furred dilute calico she-cat with big green eyes; will die
Warriors:
Hickoryburn - red ticked tabby tom with leafy green eyes
Houndshadow - sleek, long furred black tom with pale green eyes
Cherrystorm - slender ginger tabby tom with pale green eyes
Creektail: gray and white tom with amber eyes; will die
Honeystream: white molly with an orange forehead and tail and copper eyes; will die
Hopwhisker - a fawn tabby she-cat with blue-green eyes and long white whiskers. will be injured
Beesnap - a medium-furred black she-cat with bright yellow eyes
Nettledust - a ginger tabby tom with heterochromia; one amber eye and one green eye; will die
Hawkdrift - a dark seal point tom with pale blue eyes
Night Guard Apprentice(s):
Bearpaw - large fluffy brown-black molly with orange eyes and a stub tail; currently injured
Warrior Apprentices:
Poplarpaw - a pale brown tabby tom with darker markings, white chin & paws; has amber eyes
Leopardpaw - gray spotted tabby tom with amber eyes; will die
Queens & Kits:
Hummingfrost (permanent) : fluffy silver tabby molly with copper eyes
Deceased:
Hollyheart: ginger tabby molly green-yellow eyes; died from suspicious circumstances during a night guard patrol
Relations
Familial -
Dimstar & Hummingfrost are littermates
Pebblepool & Frostfalcon are littermates
Icetail & Honeystream are littermates
Hickoryburn & Oakshade are littermates
Owlmask & Hawkdrift are littermates
Romantic / Parents -
Hummingfrost & Shrikeswoop are the parents to Leopardpaw & Fernpaw
Beesnap & Honeystream are the parents to Bearpaw
Mentors & Apprentices -
Pebblepool mentors Fernpaw
Oakshade mentors Bearpaw
Hopwhisker mentors Leopardpaw
Houndshadow mentors Poplarpaw
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Post by Sand on May 3, 2023 15:08:25 GMT -5
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Post by Feathertalon on May 3, 2023 15:44:25 GMT -5
This looks so pretty, sand ;v;
I’m open for any mentor/apprentice pairs by the way!
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Post by Sand on May 4, 2023 13:32:25 GMT -5
Thank you ;w;'
Okay!
Poplarpaw could go with: Houndshadow, Creektail, or Hickoryburn? Up to you. I see Poplarpaw as more imaginative, timid, soft & gentle. I may change it, but so far it's what I like for him.
Leopardpaw could go with: Hopwhisker, Hawkdrift, Nettledust, or Beesnap.
- Hopwhisker - prepared (double and triple checks things), empathetic, sympathetic, overwhelmed; a social cat, but likes to take her time to be alone.
- Hawkdrift - decisive, stubborn, persistent, reactive, irritable.
- Nettledust - happy go lucky, placid & forgetful. overall, a very easy-going cat.
Bearpaw could go with: Frostfalcon, Oakshade, or Berrystorm. I don't have their personalities figured out, but:
- Frostfalcon.. not sure.
- Oakshade imo is more stern, meticulous, and proud.
- Berrystorm would be more peppy.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 4, 2023 16:39:53 GMT -5
How about Hound and Poplar? Hound’s a real gentle, fatherly figure and while he’d try to get Poplar to be less timid and more outgoing, he would never push poplar into something their uncomfortable with
What about Leopard and Hop? Leopard’s a pretty happy-go-lucky guy that’s friendly, but a bit reckless. Hop’s preparedness would do good for him and they seem to have some things in common. And since Hop is going to be injured, her and leopard could be attacked during training or something
I feel like Bear would be interesting with Oak. Bear’s a bright and bubbly gal, yet ambitious and tries to do her very best. Oak’s stern demeanor could help him keep Bear on the right track and keep her from getting distracted and get her to put thought into actions
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Post by Sand on May 5, 2023 10:15:30 GMT -5
How about Hound and Poplar? Hound’s a real gentle, fatherly figure and while he’d try to get Poplar to be less timid and more outgoing, he would never push poplar into something their uncomfortable with What about Leopard and Hop? Leopard’s a pretty happy-go-lucky guy that’s friendly, but a bit reckless. Hop’s preparedness would do good for him and they seem to have some things in common. And since Hop is going to be injured, her and leopard could be attacked during training or something I feel like Bear would be interesting with Oak. Bear’s a bright and bubbly gal, yet ambitious and tries to do her very best. Oak’s stern demeanor could help him keep Bear on the right track and keep her from getting distracted and get her to put thought into actions I like all of these pairings! I think Poplarpaw would look up to Houndshadow because of his gentleness and the fact he tries to get him to come a bit out of his shell. Hop and Leopard go well together! I think she can ease him into being less reckless. Ooh, I like that  she’s gonna hate it, but it makes for a good point in the plot. Oak and Bear fit each other. I think he’d keep an eye on her no matter what and turn her the right direction. He’d find her ambition to be admiring for a night guard apprentice and knows she’d fit the role well when she reaches that part. |
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Post by Feathertalon on May 5, 2023 15:41:24 GMT -5
I’m already loving all these pairings and most are gonna turn to angst cB
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Post by Sand on May 6, 2023 3:42:16 GMT -5
So much angst.
Do you want me to start or do would you like to?
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Post by Feathertalon on May 6, 2023 4:23:53 GMT -5
I can start if you want me to ^^
I’m at work until 1pm my time and then I have dnd after so it would have to be some time tomorrow, but I can start us off
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Post by Sand on May 6, 2023 13:19:44 GMT -5
Sure, that works! I'll be online more tomorrow than today.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 7, 2023 9:00:27 GMT -5
[ hope this is a good enough starter ~ ] Pebblepool »
Whispers in the dark ruffled the sensitive fur around her ears. The words were rushed and breathy as if the speakers had been running a long way away without a singular stop, yet they could not pause even here. They had to continue running, but they needed to pass on the information that they had to any listening ears that they passed. Most of the words were unintelligible, but every so often a few words could be picked out.
’Stay away. Danger. Angered.'
None of those words were positive.
Green eyes peered open, greeted by a silent darkness. Shadows lingered, but the air was coated in a scent of water. Dew, thought the silver-gray feline as she slowly uncurled herself from the warm confinement of her nest. Morning was upon them even if the sun had yet to cast its bright rays across the forested mountain land. Pebblepool stood where she was for a moment longer, ears straining for any sounds coming from the camp. Still quietness was all that she heard. There wasn’t even a semblance of the whispers she had felt brush the sensitive fur around her ears that had woken her.
She was calm about what she had heard. Neither anxiety nor fright spiked inside the medicine cat. Why waste time with such emotions when all they would do is cloud her mind with worthless opinions? Should she become frazzled then her skills would fall short. Pebblepool had always carried the gift of speaking with the Clan’s ancestors, some even saying that her connection to the spirits were stronger than any other cat’s in the Clan’s memorable history. The cats of StarClan guided her every paw step, and had since she could even remember. Becoming a medicine cat had been her destiny, a destiny that Pebblepool had accepted without question.
What the ancestors had whispered to her moments before meant something. To Pebblepool it was clear that something was awry, yet what it was specifically she had no idea. With the warning in mind, the molly began to prepare. She had a suspicion that the Night Guard would return with some unpleasant news or wounds, and preparing even before sunlight trickled into camp would be the smartest move to make.
Not even shaking the moss out of her pelt or stopping to wash down her unkempt fur, Pebblepool made her way to her herb stores, the path memorized by her very being rather than her actually using her eyes to see where she was going. She stopped in her steps just as the familiar scents of goldenrod and marigold washed over her, the smells of the two herbs she kept the closest to her nest. Don’t forget the fronds, whispered a voice. Pebblepool knew there was no use in trying to see who was speaking - not only was it still too dark to clearly make out figures, but whoever was speaking to her was simply a voice, an invisible cat that only wanted to be heard.
A gentle smile crossed the molly’s visage as the reminder echoed in her mind. ”I would never forget my little frond.” Her words were soft, a whisper themselves, but despite their quietness, there was enough fondness inside them to rival even the warmth of the sun.
Pebblepool turned around and walked past her nest. She didn’t stop until a few pawsteps later, standing over another moss and feather mixture of a nest where another feline was resting. Pebblepool stuck a paw out to prod the cat. ”Fernpaw,” she mewed, craning her neck downward to brush her muzzle against soft fur. ”We must prepare herbs before the sun greets us.”
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Post by Sand on May 7, 2023 11:14:26 GMT -5
Fernpaw medicine cat den — accompanied by: Pebblepool - Feathertalon Fernpaw was not the easiest cat to wake up. She could sleep through almost anything which didn't do the medicine cat apprentice any good. Whilst in a deep sleep, Pebblepool was having dreams and worries of her own. Fernpaw was oblivious, letting out a sigh or two as her mentor began sorting herbs. At least she had some peace of mind... for now.
A paw had prod her spotted fur and the medicine cat apprentice wriggled in her feather and moss nest. She felt a muzzle touch against hers and a slightly muted voice. It sounded a lot like Pebblepool. Why was she awake so early? Wasn't it still dark outside? Finally, her pale amber eyes cracked open as she tilt her head to the side. "Hhm?" the pale grey tabby mumbled, stretching her limbs out. "I'm up, I'm up. What are we doing again?"
It was clear Fernpaw was fully awake. She was in a bit of a daze, but she'd figure out how to function. Pebblepool needed her, so the apprentice pushed herself upwards as her back limbs slightly trembled. "It isn't even light out. Is it close to dawn? Why are w2e starting so early?" she asked before yawning.
She would tell me if something was going on, right? Fernpaw pondered, glancing around the dark den. She could smell the strong herbs already which meant her mentor must have been looking for herbs. The pale she-cat frowned momentarily as she hopped out of her nest. "Is there something wrong?" she mewed, giving the grey molly a concerned look. |
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Post by Feathertalon on May 7, 2023 13:46:55 GMT -5
Pebblepool »
For a brief moment Pebblepool wondered if her apprentice would awaken. In the time she had spent training the young spotted tabby the medicine cat had learned that Fernpaw was a rather deep sleeper, hard to waken at times. Pebblepool was poised to prod her apprentice once more when the spotted tabby shuffled in her nest. Pebblepool took a step back, watching silently as the younger molly roused herself back into reality.
The medicine cat gestured toward the back of the den where the cave widened, creating a large storage room where herbs of all kinds were kept. In the darkness of pre-dawn all that could be made out were shadows. ”Dawn is close, but not yet here,” Pebblepool informed her apprentice coolly. ”Scent the air. Do you smell the dew that covers the ground outside?” The tinge of earthy moisture was all Pebblepool needed to tell what time it was. She needed no more confirmation than that. ”Nothing is wrong just now, but come, there are herbs to be mixed before the Night Guard returns.”
Saying no more to Fernpaw the medicine cat turned back around and headed down the all too familiar path that would lead her to her stores. For a second time the flowery scents of goldenrod and marigold washed over her in a calming perfume. Pebblepool purred softly to herself. Being a medicine cat was all she had ever wanted. For her there was nothing better than getting to share tongues with cats long gone, nothing better than surrounding herself with the warm aroma of flowers and herbs. Why a cat dreamed of being anything else was beyond her, but she understood that the Clan needed warriors during the day and the Night Guard during the night. Without them how would they defend their borders and feed the hungry, how would they be able to sleep easy at night? Some cats needed sharp claws while others needed sharp minds. It was how TheliaClan had survived for so long.
Pebblepool stopped inside the shadow-laden den once she was far enough inside that Fernpaw would have plenty of room. There she sat down, curling her tail neatly around her paws. ”What should we do when a cat comes to us with a fresh wound?” Questioned the medicine cat. Her ears swiveled, angling in the direction that Fernpaw was in. Pebblepool was already making a list of all the herbs they would need, aware that poultices would need to be made soon. Once Fernpaw had answered the two mollies would begin mixing, but Pebblepool was sure they had just enough time for a quick memory lesson.
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Post by Sand on May 7, 2023 15:28:00 GMT -5
Fernpaw medicine cat den — accompanied by: Pebblepool Fernpaw blinked her sleepy eyes open, trying to focus on Pebblepool's gestures. She realized that the medicine cat wanted to sort herbs or something like that. Maybe she wasn't so sure, but the young cat knew it had to do with their duties. As Pebblepool answered her questions, she brought up the scent of dew. As quick as she could, Fernpaw began sniffing the air and cave floor hastily. She is right, it is before dawn, she thought to herself. The apprentice knew doubting Pebblepool would be foolish of her. After all, her mentor knew best
"I do! It smells nice actually, " the grey spotted tabby mewed, lifting her head up from the ground. "Right, I understand. Yes, Pebblepool!"
Just now...? I hope no one comes back with injuries, she thought briefly before letting her presumption go. She was quick to pad after the medicine cat, the scent of the herbs, flowers, and old poultices growing stronger as they padded along. For some odd reason, she didn't mind the smell anymore. It was soothing actually.
Fernpaw had never seen the appeal of being part of the Night Guard. She didn't have the strength nor the guts to be a Night Guard apprentice. However, being a warrior apprentice was a tad appealing. She didn't mind hunting, but battle moves were too physical. The idea of fighting other cats sent a chill up Fernpaw's spine. It seemed wrong, but she understood the importance of both ranks. It wasn't for her as far as she knew.
As soon as Pebblepool stopped in the back of the cave, the tabby came to a halt. She kept her focus on her mentor's scent, making sure she knew where she was in the dark. When posed a question, Fernpaw took several moments to think. "We make a poultice to clean the wound and then we cover it with cobwebs," she replied before pausing momentarily. "We can use goldenrod, burdock root, or horsetail for the poultice."
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Post by Feathertalon on May 8, 2023 8:39:49 GMT -5
Pebblepool »
Pebblepool knew to count herself lucky that she had ended up with such an agreeable apprentice. Fernpaw was a quick learner, a sharp minded feline with a knack for herbs and remedies. She listened well, taking her mentor’s advice when she was taught something new, and Pebblepool had found it easy to relay information to Fernpaw. She only questioned things when she needed to. Fernpaw wanted to relish herself in learning rather than try and denounce what Pebblepool had to offer. The medicine cat’s ear twitched as her jaw clenched, diving deeper into her thoughts. Not many cats dared to defy what their medicine cat had to say, but there were always a few cats out there that thought they knew better or wanted to think that they didn’t have to listen to a skilled healer who had had seasons upon seasons of training and doing. Why some warriors were like that, Pebblepool had no idea, but again, she was grateful that young Fernpaw was curious and open-minded, always ready to learn even if that meant being up before dawn.
The medicine cat shook her head. Was she really letting herself get pulled away by thoughts when she knew something was more than likely going to happen? StarClan did not whisper in her ears just for her to drift off into a reverie that she should not be walking at the moment.
Fortunately for her Fernpaw spoke up, answering the question that had been posed just moments before. Pebblepool’s lip curled up in a proud, warm smile. She nodded her head despite knowing that her apprentice would not be able to see the gesture very well, or even at all. ”You learn quick, Little Frond,” she purred, affectionately calling Fernpaw by the nickname she had given the ‘paw quite early on in her training. It was a habit that Pebblepool often gave those that she was closest to. ”I also like to add marigold to a poultice if possible. We are lucky to have an abundance of the flower right now.” As she spoke she reached out with a paw, stopping only once she felt the soft petals of the yellow flower brush her pawpad. Identifying by smell and touch, Pebblepool then pawed some of the nearby goldenrod toward her. Again she allowed the herb to brush across her pawpad before nudging the flowers over to Fernpaw. ”Since we have plenty of goldenrod and marigold, we’ll make our poultices from them. There is a pile of oak leaves nearby. Lay your poultice on one when you finish.” Oak leaves were always abundant in the forest; sometimes Pebblepool didn’t even have to leave camp to collect a large pile of the leaves, especially during the season of leaf-fall. While they didn’t have any medicinal use, the leaves could easily be turned into parcels for carrying other herbs to other places or for setting aside premade poultices right before a battle. Even if oak leaves didn’t heal, they still had essential uses made Pebblepool quite fond of the leaves.
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Post by Sand on May 9, 2023 14:16:28 GMT -5
Fernpaw medicine cat den — accompanied by: Pebblepool | Feathertalon Fernpaw's pale amber eyes lit up with pride as Pebblepool smiled at her and used her special nickname. "Thanks, Pebblepool!" she mewed. She always felt content when the medicine cat called her Little Frond. She began to purr deeply as she grinned at Pebblepool. There was something about her mentor that Fernpaw couldn't place a paw on, but she knew how glad she was to have her.
The apprentice knew the grey she-cat was knowledgeable, intelligent, and very kind. She was quick to action and thoughtful, especially with their clanmates. She admired Pebblepool a lot and she was glad to be in the medicine cat with her, learning something new each day. Hopefully today's lesson would be important just as the last.
"I've always liked the smell of marigold. Hopefully we continue to have luck," Fernpaw responded. The grey tabby as she glanced in her mentor's direction, listening to her and noticed that she had already taken out marigold and goldenrod. Before getting to work, she mewed, "Okay, I got it!"
She sniffed, leaning her nose down to the cave floor to figure out where Pebblepool had placed the herbs. Once she had identified them, she was quick to get to work. The young she-cat rolled her paw over the yellow flower. She slowly picked two marigold flowers with her tongue and began chewing. Then, she pawed at some goldenrod before adding it to the marigold flowers in her maw. Fernpaw repeated the same action several times, fixated on making her poultice.
Once she was almost finished, she stretched out her paws to feel for an oak leaf. An audible crunch came from the leaf and she pawed it over to her working space. The tabby kept her front left paw on the oak leaf before quickly disposing the poultice on to leaf. "I think my poultice is finished," Fernpaw announced, looking down at her work. She glanced up, turning herself towards Pebblepool's direction. "Do I need to add more?" |
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Post by Feathertalon on May 10, 2023 17:00:07 GMT -5
Pebblepool »
In the darkness Pebblepool remained silent. She was listening to her apprentice quite intently, but with her mouth full of herbs it was near impossible to verbally respond. The blue-gray feline did nod in acknowledgement and flick the tip of her tail here and there, though how much of that Fernpaw could see was a mystery to Pebblepool.
With movements of expertise Pebblepool was able to make her first poultice quickly and efficiently. All she was focused on right now was making enough poultices for whatever was to come. Something would be wrong or else her ancestors would have not whispered in her ears. Even though they were silent now the medicine cat could still feel their presence, ever watchful. She wondered if Fernpaw could feel how strong a presence they had. Though as she thought about it for a moment, it Fernpaw could feel them the way Pebblepool could surely her apprentice would have spoken up and mentioned the fact. Pebblepool had learned early on in Fernpaw’s apprenticeship that the young molly tended to speak when something was on her mind. It was something that the medicine cat appreciated, something that she was fond of. Combine that openness with Fernpaw’s enjoyment of life and the result would be a medicine cat that the Clan could rely on yet also connect with.
Connecting with the Clan was something Pebblepool had trouble with herself. Even as a kit her head had been full of whispers, hushed voices that called out to her and told her of things to come. From the moment she had been allowed outside the nursery she had found herself inside the medicine cat den, awe inspired by the mystique that was healing and omens. Pebblepool had been fortunate in that the medicine cat before her, Smokedapple, had carried a kind and soft soul about her. Smokedapple had allowed Pebblepool - Pebblekit then - to stay in the medicine den with her. She had put up with all the kits curious questions day after day, and when the time had come for Pebblekit to be apprenticed, no cat had been surprised that she had been taken under Smokedapple’s wing. And while the current medicine cat had interacted with her Clanmates day in and day out while training to be a healer, her interactions never went beyond more than just a simple ‘can I have something for this bellyache’ or ‘it’s not that bad of a scratch’. There had never been anything personal, and if Pebblepool was to be frank, she didn’t mind that. Her goal wasn’t to be best friends with every cat in the Clan. Her goal wasn’t to have every cat share every darkest secret that they had. Her goal was to heal. Her goal was to hear what the spirits had to say, and if she had to be even more honest, she would rather listen to what the dead had to say than what the living had to offer.
Interpersonal connections was what set her apart from Fernpaw. The young apprentice filled in the gaps that Pebblepool was missing. Fernpaw knew how to connect with her Clanmates, how to be a friend. Her connection with StarClan may not be as strong as Pebblepool’s was, and her knowledge of herbs was not as vast, but Fernpaw was learning, and once she had mastered these skills, her power as a medicine cat would be unrivaled.
As these thoughts danced through her mind, Pebblepool was hard at work making as many poultices as she could. Halfway through the second poultice, the fur around her ear tickled, the fur along her spine bristling ever so slightly. Another voice echoed in her mind.
’They’re close. Be ready.’
Spitting out the half made poultice onto her oak leaf, Pebblepool looked toward the entrance of her den, ears straining to hear any sound. Silence greeted her, yet as her eyes adjusted to the new scenery it was clear to her that pale watery light was sneaking into the den. Dawn had come.
Pebblepool pushed herself to her paws. ”Fernpaw, keep making poultices.” Without any explanation she creeped out of her den, peering her head out. Greeted by the dawn, everything seemed normal. Warriors were slipping out of their dens. Dimstar’s pale pelt flickered outside her den as she welcomed the new day. All was typical. All was peaceful.
Until the thudding of rushed pawsteps disturbed the peace.
Eyes wide, Pebblepool watched as the Night Guard patrol entered camp on heavy paws. Usually their entrance was silent. Most mornings there was no way of telling if they had made it back to camp or not unless one checked their nests, but this morning it was quite clear that they had made it back.
Most of them had made it back.
The solid white pelt of Icetail was ruffled and covered in grime as the patrol entered camp. Most of the guards that had been on patrol looked ruffled, tired, and grime-covered, but what caught Pebblepool’s attention the most was what Icetail had in his jaws. It was Hollyheart, her ginger fur a brighter red smudged with darker streaks. The fur was torn from her body in a few places, leaving behind bloody patches of exposed skin. One of her front limbs hung grotesquely limp, looking far too stretched out for it to be natural.
By now the other cats in camp had noticed the Night Guard’s arrival. A shocked silence fell over the camp as they took in the ruffled state of the cats and the torn body of Hollyheart. ”Bring her inside my den!” Pebblepool called out to the guard cats, not giving them any time to respond before she rushed back inside her den. ”Fernpaw, we have a patient.” The blue-gray molly did not elaborate, nor did she mention the fact that she was sure that the patient had already crossed over to StarClan, or was very close to doing so. Either way, that wasn’t going to stop her from doing all she could for Hollyheart.
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Post by Sand on May 11, 2023 14:41:27 GMT -5
Fernpaw medicine cat den — accompanied by: Pebblepool & Hollyheart | Feathertalon Fernpaw squinted her eyes, trying to find Pebblepool in the depths of the cave. She didn't care much for working in the dark by all means, but it had to be done. The only thing she heard was silence, hopefully it was the good kind. She moved her paws and nose around, picking up another marigold flower and some goldenrod. She'd have to find another oak leaf as her first one was occupied.
Sometimes the silver tabby she-cat wondered about Pebblepool's gift with StarClan. She had a strong, undeniably close relationship with them and Fernpaw had yet to achieve that. She rarely heard from their ancestors which left her perplexed. How long would it take through her moons of training to hear an ancestor's voice? Or would she not be like Pebblepool, the master of listening to the whispers in the wind? Maybe Fernpaw's destiny was to have relationships with her living clanmates, the ones she connected with best. She enjoyed talking and being open with any cat, but most especially with Pebblepool. Her mentor was unique and talented in her duties. She just hoped she could be as great as medicine cat like her.
Deciding that she didn't want to lose focus on her second poultice, Fernpaw brushed her thoughts away. She knew one day she would ask Pebblepool lots of questions, but now was not the time. She was about to look for an oak leaf while chewing until the silver medicine cat spoke. "Of course! I will be finished in no time," she mewed back, trying to listen for Pebblepool's pawsteps. She couldn't hear them clear enough to figure out where the blue grey molly was.
Fernpaw finally disposed of her second poultice onto an oak leaf, placing it by other poultice. She stood up, tempted to check the front of the den for Pebblepool. The sound of her mentor's mew carried into the medicine cat den. Oh, StarClan, who's injured now? she wondered, trying to push her worries away. She hoped it wasn't a Night Guard cat.
"Who is it, Pebblepool?" she asked, lifting her nose to the air. She could smell the grime and blood. Fernpaw felt dread wash over her, knowing it was one of the Night Guards. Foxdung, she thought angrily.
"What do I need to do? Apply poultices and cobwebs? Is there anything else I can do for them?" she asked, sounding a tad frantic. She needed to calm herself down, but the patient mattered more than herself right now.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 12, 2023 10:16:27 GMT -5
Pebblepool »
Death was a natural part of Clan life. Disease, predators, nature…the list was a long one. Living in the wild was not an easy life to live, and here in these mountains where secrets hid in the darkness and enemies lurked around every corner, life was even harder. For even a chance of survival the founders of this Clan had created the Night Guard. It was this group of selfless cats that have TheliaClan even a chance of survival. They sacrificed more than any other cat in the Clan could, facing down enemies that had no description or name. They were brave, and upon being accepted into the Night Guard they knew that their life would be taken from them sooner or later. Sometimes it was later, and more often than not, it was sooner.
With dawn light now illuminating parts of the den, Pebblepool was able to easily navigate her way inside, brushing past Fernpaw with urgent movements. ”Hollyheart,” the medicine cat answered her apprentice. It was clear to her that Fernpaw was in a panic. One day the young molly would be accustomed to the encroaching possibility of death. The fear that had to be pulsing through Fernpaw’s entire being would eventually disappear, and instead she would be able to reroute that adrenaline into the energy needed to care for a patient. It was something all medicine cats had to learn, and while Pebblepool could offer advice to Fernpaw on this, this was something the young apprentice had to figure out for herself.
The stench of blood and pawsteps outside her den told Pebblepool that Icetail had made it with Hollyheart’s limp body. Brushing past Fernpaw once more, now with her oak leaf of poultices in her jaws, the medicine cat paused, allowing her tail to rest across the apprentice’s shoulders. This was the first time the ‘paw had to witness firsthand what sort of wounds a Night Guard could receive in the line of duty. It was not easy to lay eyes upon; even Pebblepool, for as emotionless and distant she could be, had not been ready the first time she had witnessed such a scene. ”Get some moss and soak it with water,” she mewed softly, gesturing with a flick of her ear to the back of the herb storage. Inside was a small waterfall that trickled down from holes in the cave, pooling on the ground to form a small pool. ”We’ll need to clean Hollyheart to get a better look at the wounds she has.” From the initial glance Pebblepool had had of the ginger molly earlier it was clear that she was a mess of dirt and blood. That sort of debris could obscure the condition of the injuries that Hollyheart had sustained. Once Pebblepool knew what she was dealing with then she could make the call of what herbs would be needed.
While she had Fernpaw off gathering water-soaked moss, the medicine cat rushed over to where Icetail had lay Hollyheart down. Pebblepool’s chest clenched as she looked at the injured cat; blood caked the molly’s entire body from nose to tail-tip. Dirt matted her pelt, the only splash of color that wasn’t deep or bright red. Her front limb splayed awkwardly to the side at an angle that was unnatural for any cat - there was no way the bone inside had not been broken. Through the dirt and blood wounds stretched across Hollyheart’s body like deep mountain valleys. There was no sign that the Night Guard was breathing, but Pebblepool needed to clean her up before pronouncing Hollyheart as dead or alive.
The medicine cat crouched down beside her patient. ”Are there any other injuries?”
Icetail shuffled from where he stood. The white tom was ruffled and dirty as well. ”Some of our cats sustained some cuts and scrapes, but nothing as bad as…” He trailed off into an uncomfortable silence. Whatever had happened must have been a shock to every cat on that patrol, Pebblepool thought. Icetail had never been the kind of warrior to falter like this.
”I want to tend to the others who were injured once I’m done with Hollyheart.” Pebblepool said no more as she went to licking at Hollyheart’s pelt, waiting for Fernpaw to return with the moss. Over the sound of her rasping tongue she heard Icetail give a curt grunt before he walked outside, leaving the medicine cat and her apprentice to tend to Hollyheart.
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Post by Sand on May 14, 2023 13:21:35 GMT -5
Fernpaw medicine cat den — accompanied by: Pebblepool & Hollyheart Fernpaw's pale amber eyes were fixated on Hollyheart's limp body. Pebblepool's answer echoed in her ears along with her own heartbeat. It sent chills of fear up her spine as she had never witnessed something so horrific before. You're going to make it, Hollyheart, she thought with a sliver of hope. Unfortunately, Hollyheart looked far from surviving. It wasn't just injuries, it was death, lurking around the corner of the medicine cat's den. She didn't want to believe it, but something felt off.
Taking a deep breath, the silver spotted tabby's tail trembled nervously. She was on her own to figure out her anxiety and fears-- for now, at least. What mattered more than her own being was Hollyheart. The Night Guard always seemed like a brave feline from what Fernpaw could remember. She suddenly heard her mentor's demand and hurried away for the soaked moss. "Okay, I will be back," she managed to mew in response.
Once she had reached the herb storage, Fernpaw searched frantically for the moss. Luckily, it was right before her and she was able to reach it. She took a small bundle out, forced it into her maw, and headed to the small pool.
The sound of the waterfall was normally calming to her. Today it was anything but that. The waterfall no longer looked clear blue anymore. It appeared red as the caked blood on Hollyheart's limp, injured body. The apprentice shook her head while her eyes burned with anguish. Not now. You can cry later, the tabby told herself. She slowly dipped the moss bundle into the pool, briefly watching it float around. Once Fernpaw knew it was soaked enough, she picked it up with her maw and made way for Pebblepool.
She spotted Icetail leaving the den and she knew she needed to hurry. Fernpaw rushed over to the blue grey medicine cat. "I have the soaked moss," she meowed. She set it down gently between Pebblepool and Hollyheart. She wanted to ask about the other Night Guards, but decided against it. The ginger she-cat lying before them was the cat who needed her focus and attention. "Is there anything else or... anyone else?" ( tags: Feathertalon ) |
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Post by Feathertalon on May 16, 2023 8:48:31 GMT -5
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The harsh tang of blood was nothing new to Pebblepool. Cleaning wounds was second nature to her, something that she could do even without a hint of concentration on the world around her. Pride in herself was not the molly’s fatal flaw, but even she could admit that washing a wound was something she could perform even while asleep. Even now she kept her ears pinned back to listen for any sounds coming from Fernpaw. The apprentice would no doubt retrieve the watered moss just fine, but paws grew weary when emergencies were presented.
By the time Fernpaw returned with the moss Hollyheart’s pelt looked no cleaner. Pebblepool pulled away from the molly’s pelt, spatting out clumps of blood soaked fur. The medicine cat quickly took the moss as it was set between her and the Night Guard, thanking her apprentice with a nod as she started to press the moss against Hollyheart, working to clean the ginger’s pelt. Dried blood absorbed the water, forming back into a liquid which allowed the moss to soak it up. Pebblepool continued her minstrations in a silent, diligent manner. She tried not to think about how not even once had she noticed Hollyheart breathing or how cold she felt under paw. No life stirred beneath Pebblepool. Had the molly even been alive on the Night Guard’s way back to camp? How would Fernpaw deal with her first loss as a medicine cat apprentice? Death had never been hard for Pebblepool, not when she knew she had a deep, strong connection with those that had passed on. She would still get to see them, still get to share tongues with the dead. They would whisper to her, talk to her and guide her paws until it was her time to join their starry ranks. Death was simply a new beginning for the medicine cat, but she was aware of how other cats perceived the end of a life.
Disregarding Fernpaw’s question for now, the molly shook her head as she stepped away from Hollyheart’s blood soaked body. ”She walks with StarClan, and probably has for some time now,” she mewed softly to Fernpaw, the look in her eyes not giving anything away as she awaited a response from the spotted tabby.
After a moment she pushed herself up, standing to her full height. Eyes flickered back to Hollyheart. The Clan would mourn deeply for her and feel her loss for seasons to come. She had been a strong-willed warrior, always putting herself forward yet remaining thoughtful and level headed. StarClan will accept you gladly, she thought steadily. Pebblepool would not mourn, she would get to continue to meet with Hollyheart as her rank permitted.
”Icetail said some of the other guards sustained injuries. We’ll tend to them and then prepare Hollyheart for vigil.” News of Hollyheart’s injuries had surely spread throughout the Clan by now, but Pebblepool would have to be the one to break the news that the Clan had lost one of their Night Guard.
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Post by Sand on May 16, 2023 14:46:20 GMT -5
Fernpaw medicine cat den — accompanied by: Pebblepool / Feathertalon Fernpaw was silent once she had sat down reluctantly, watching Pebblepool clean Hollyheart's blood stained pelt. She had never thought about what death would be like for another cat or herself. If Hollyheart didn't make it, she would be the first cat that would walk with StarClan. Death was something Fernpaw had little experience with. She was lucky to have her littermate, mother, and father alive; not every cat got to live their life as long as her parents had so far.
Hollyheart wasn't moving, let alone reacting to Pebblepool's movements. It was if she was already gone. There was no presence of Hollyheart in the medicine cat den, despite her limp body lying on the floor. Blinking rapidly, Fernpaw got to her paws in a haste. She couldn't sit and watch Pebblepool clean and clean the ginger tabby until the blood was all gone. Something felt odd yet she couldn't pinpoint it. She surely wasn't going to interrupt her mentor and ask what was wrong while she was working.
As Pebblepool stepped back and shook her head, dread struck the silver spotted tabby. She could barely hear her mentor's words, but she knew what Pebblepool was telling her. She's dead. She's dead, she thought repeatedly. At least the medicine cat was calm and straightforward with the announcement, but it didn't lessen the blow. Fernpaw's eyes were full of gloom and sorrow. "She's... gone," she murmured quietly, barely above a whisper. "S-StarClan has her now..."
Her throat was dry and she couldn't find any words. She didn't even know what to say or do. Instead, she hung her head, depleted of all the energy she once had. She felt hollow inside while her stomach was in knots. The spotted tabby was still taking glances at Hollyheart's body, wondering what would come next. They needn't lose any other cats, especially Night Guards. The ginger tabby's death would hit the clan hard and with Pebblepool being the one to confirm it... things weren't looking up.
Hearing the blue grey she-cat's voice once more, Fernpaw barely angled her body towards her. Her pale amber gaze was settled on Hollyheart and it refused to move. Her paws were stuck to the den's floor as if they were glued. "Um, okay," she meowed, nodding her head. "I-I hope their injuries aren't like Hollyheart's." |
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Post by Feathertalon on May 16, 2023 15:15:29 GMT -5
Pebblepool »
There was a part of Pebblepool that wanted to tell Fernpaw it was useless to mourn. She wanted to remind Fernpaw that they were medicine cats, and medicine cats continued to see their deceased Clanmates for their entire lives. She wanted to mention how Hollyheart had no relation to Fernpaw whatsoever, that the ginger molly was not part of Fernpaw's family, but Pebblepool held her tongue. Instead of speaking she remained silent for a moment longer, watching and listening to her apprentice's grief as it hung heavy on her shoulders. Death was part of being a medicine cat; not every Clanmate could be saved. It was saddening to know that Hollyheart would no longer be around to serve her Clan, but she had know the potential price of becoming a Night Guard, and that did not deter her from serving her Clan until she was called upon by the ancestors.
Even if Pebblepool did not feel grief, she understood that these emotions were different for Fernpaw, so she stepped forward and lay her tail gently across the tabby's shoulders. "Death is part of life, Little Frond, and so is grief, but we cannot let that cloud our judgements." Pebblepool stood there a few seconds longer before padding away toward the den's exit.
Cats meowing outside told Pebblepool everything she needed to know. The rest of the Clan was now wide awake. The air crackled with tension as cats learned of Hollyheart's injuries, yet curiosity mingled sharply with the fear. "Icetail informed me that some of the others received minor injuries. Our poultices and some cobweb should be enough. Maybe some chamomile as well. Do you remember what that's used for?" Pebblepool looked over her shoulder as the question slipped from her tongue; she wanted to make sure Fernpaw was following, yet she also wanted to present with her a small quiz. Perhaps this would take the young molly's mind off Hollyheart's death for now, just a distraction to keep Fernpaw from falling too deeply into sorrow.
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Post by Sand on May 18, 2023 14:43:04 GMT -5
Fernpaw medicine cat den -> outside medicine cat den — accompanied by: Pebblepool Fernpaw was still in shock, reeling from what she had seen of Hollyheart's body. She knew she needed to stop imagining and thinking of it because they still needed to prepare the ginger molly for vigil. She wished she could turn off her feelings and emotions. Death was horrific to witness, even if Hollyheart was dead before she was placed in the medicine cat's den. The silver spotted tabby wondered how her mentor kept her head straight without being affected. How does Pebblepool do it? How does she deal with it every time? she pondered. She truly wish she could be like her mentor for she was like stone; tough and strong. She was like a frond, so fragile and could be blown away by the lightest winds.
The feeling of Pebblepool's gentle tail on her shoulders almost made Fernpaw jump out of her fur. She sighed and she knew the blue grey she-cat was right. Death was common and Hollyheart was a cat of the Night Guard. Not many of them lived longer than a warrior, but life always ended in one thing-- death. "I understand," she meowed, nodding her head. "Does grief get any easier?"
Fernpaw was quick to follow her, padding nervously after Pebblepool. Since dawn had arrived, the clan was awake and bumbling. The news of Hollyheart must have made its rounds. It wasn't surprising and this time would end in bad news. The tabby stood behind her mentor, listening to her as she spoke. Chamomile... she could remember the herb because of its scent and its white petals. "It's used to give strength and soothe a cat's mind," she recalled, glancing at the medicine cat with hope. "Am I right?" |
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Post by Feathertalon on May 20, 2023 14:51:03 GMT -5
Pebblepool »
’Does grief get any easier?’
Fernpaw’s question rang through Pebblepool’s ears as if it were an echo just outside camp. How was she supposed to answer such an inquiry? Grief was not something she expressed like other cats did; even as a young apprentice just starting her journey into the world of healing the drowning sorrow of grief did not drag her down like it did her Clanmates. Even Smokedapple had grown hollow with sadness when certain cats passed. Pebblepool had never quite understood why - her mentor had been able to share tongues with those lost unlike the rest of the Clan so it made no sense to her as to why a medicine cat would fall into despair. Even now, for all her fondness toward Fernpaw, she had no idea why the feelings of grief would plague her so much. But instead of speaking these thoughts aloud, the blue-gray molly simply remained silent until she found words that would fall gently upon her apprentice’s ears.
”I’m not sure that it does,” Pebblepool answered honestly after a moment. Her voice was quiet as the words slipped off her tongue. ”Grief is different for every cat. I’ve seen some cats that needed to take a break from their Clan duties because of it, while in other cases I’ve seen cats go back to normal the next day. I believe grief is something you must figure out for yourself. No other cat can tell you how you’re supposed to feel.” Perhaps that wasn’t the answer Fernpaw had been hoping for but it was the answer that Pebblepool had for her.
For the first time Pebblepool wondered if her lack of empathy would hinder her as a mentor to Fernpaw. The medicine cat had always thought that not experiencing guilt or sadness like others was something that she needed as a healer, something she could use to her advantage when it came to healing the terribly sick or wounded or even dealing with the dead, but how she contemplated if there was a negative side to that. How could she help Fernpaw navigate all these emotions if Pebblepool herself did not experience them? The older molly sighed to herself. Perhaps that was something her apprentice could learn from somebody else. Hummingfrost, Fernpaw’s mother, could help, yet even at that thought Pebblepool’s pelt prickled. Was she beginning to doubt herself as a mentor?
Fernpaw’s answer snapped Pebblepool free from the tangle of thoughts. She glanced toward her apprentice, nodding. ”That’s correct. We’ll be giving it to ease the Guards’ thoughts.” Night Guard warriors knew that death followed them everywhere in the shadows, but seeing one of their own so brutally mauled had to be disturbing. Seeing the aftermath was a lot already, being there to hear and see it happen had to be something completely different.
Muffled voices broke Pebblepool’s thoughts. Eyes glancing upward she spotted Dimstar in deep conversation with some of the Night Guard cats. For a moment Pebblepool wondered where her littermate Frostfalcon was. Had she been injured, or was she sitting beside Dimstar at an angle Pebblepool couldn’t see her just yet? Even if the medicine cat wasn’t particularly close with her littermate, they were still sisters, and some semblance of concern stirred her heart.
The first cat to greet her was Dimstar, the leader’s gaze steady yet flecked with worry. ”Pebblepool, Fernpaw. How is Hollyheart?”
Pebblepool dipped her head toward the tabby leader. Dimstar expected good news but Pebblepool had none of that for her. ”She walks with StarClan now.” As soon as she spoke those words Dimstar bowed her head, as did Icetail, the white tomcat one of the Guards that had been reporting back to the leader. ”Her body will be prepared for vigil soon, but I’d like to check the rest of the patrol first. Icetail,” she turned to the tom, ”gather your wounded and have them wait outside my den. No cat should go inside just yet.” Not when Hollyheart’s body was still inside. No cat should look upon her until she had been prepared for her vigil.
Icetail gave a dip of his head. ”We will be there shortly.” The tom’s plumy tail flicked toward the other nearby guards before he padded off to where the rest of the Night Guard stood, dazed and shocked, and despite some being injured, they were all still standing on their paws.
”Pebblepool, Fernpaw, before the two of you leave,” Dimstar began, her amber gaze looking intently at the medicine cat and her apprentice. ”Has StarClan shown you anything? We know casualties are common among the Night Guard, but we haven’t had such a gruesome loss in some seasons.”
Pebblepool shook her head. The leader was clearly worried despite putting on a nonchalant air about her. ”StarClan has not spoken with me about anything other than what they usually do. Fernpaw?” Pebblepool shifted the question toward her apprentice. Had Fernpaw received anything? She doubted it. The spotted tabby would have told her if something had occurred, but Fernpaw was important and deserved the chance to speak up as well.
[ i swear not all my cats have blue-based speech colors, these characters just happen to all be blue coded |D ]
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Post by Sand on May 20, 2023 16:20:33 GMT -5
[ I love all of the blue hex codes  . meanwhile I've got Fernpaw's yellow/amber yellow speech colors over here, almost trying to hurt my eyes.  I think I may have Frostfalcon injured now, seeing as could she have time to spend with Pebblepool for a bit. Are you okay with that? If not, I'll throw another cat in. also, I leave for Italy tomorrow, so I may respond consistently. just wanted to give you a heads up. I'll be there for 5-6 days. ] Fernpaw medicine cat den — accompanied by: Pebblepool | Feathertalon Fernpaw was, to say the least, puzzled and a bit disappointed by Pebblepool's response. She had never experienced grief before, but it was daunting. She knew she needed to suck it up and help her mentor as much as possible. However, the spotted tabby felt like she couldn't go on further at the moment. She wondered if Pebblepool struggled with grief when she was an apprentice, but decided not to ask. Now was not the time to have a heavy conversation.
"I think I understand. I just hope each death I experience won't be like Hollyheart's," she whispered. I'll ask momma later, she thought, searching the camp for Hummingfrost or Shrikeswoop. Surely one of them knew enough about grief. Maybe they could help her cope with it.
Most of the time, Fernpaw considered herself to be an emotional cat. It could be her age, the inexperience, and how she was raised in the nursery. There was only so much she could think of that he soon couldn't keep track of. Yet she pondered why she didn't get upset when cats came back with injuries. Obviously, it was because they lived and didn't turn up dead in the medicine cat's den. Hopefully Hollyheart is hunting with StarClan now, she mused, her gaze moving to the sky. Please speak to us when you can. We can't afford to lose other cats.
She quickly turned her attention to Pebblepool again, nodding her head. "Okay, Pebblepool!" she meowed, trying to sound more cheerful.
The spotted tabby blinked twice when Dimstar appeared greeted them. It was as if the leader had materialized out of thin air. She tried to stand a little taller and prouder before dipping her head in greeting. Icetail had joined her and the news of Hollyheart's death would be sure to make its rounds in camp. She continued to listen, then perked up when Dimstar said her name again.
Fernpaw tilted her head a bit, trying to think. She had not spoken with StarClan in quite some time. They weren't a bug in her ear unfortunately. As much as she wished they were, she never heard from them. It frustrated her. "No, I haven't heard from them," she mewed, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry, Dimstar. I wish they would have told Pebblepool something." |
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Post by Feathertalon on May 21, 2023 8:00:19 GMT -5
[ I’m glad you like them, but other characters will have other colors than just blue xD
I like Fern’s yellow!
That works with me! Honestly do whatever you’d like with your characters whenever you feel like it works best ^^ I’ll be curious to see how Pebble and Frost interact during this since Pebble’s mentioned not being all that close with her sister
Ohhhh good luck and safe travels! What part of Italy are you going to? o: I was lucky enough to visit for a brief study abroad trip and I want to go back and stay longer so bad
I’ll also be busy for the next few days, but I’ll try and get a reply up later today or tomorrow~ ]
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Post by Feathertalon on May 24, 2023 15:51:25 GMT -5
Pebblepool »
Pebblepool only faintly caught the sound of Fernpaw’s whispered words, the spotted tabby’s voice hushed even in the silence of the camp. ”Some deaths are easier,” she murmured without looking back to her apprentice. ”Like when an elder joins StarClan. They reunite with their family and friends and they’ve had a long life that should be celebrated rather than mourned. Or when a cat has suffered much and there’s nothing else we can do for them. It’s better to let cats join StarClan sometimes, no matter how cold that may sound.” Hollyheart would have more than likely ended up as one of those cats. Her wounds had been extensive, and recovery would have been terribly hard and excruciating. Pebblepool could only imagine how much the molly would have struggled if she had survived.
These thoughts faded as her attention shifted itself to Dimstar. The leader was as level as usual, yet not quite her typical stoic self; worry was clear in her sharp gaze, but she remained solid, only wanting what was best for her Clan. A leader who panicked would lead to a Clan who panicked.
Silence hung in the air for a moment after Fernpaw spoke. Pebblepool lay her tail over Fernpaw’s shoulder in a comforting manner, willing her to understand that she had simply been asking and for her to understand that StarClan did not always speak with a medicine cat. ”Perhaps they will speak up soon,” Dimstar murmured. ”It’s been some seasons since we lost a Clanmate like this…” Her words trailed off as she shook her head. The leader stood there a moment longer before flicking her tail in farewell toward the medicine cat and her apprentice. ”I will leave you be. There are cats who need you more than I do know.” And with that, the tabby leader padded away, glancing around as if searching for some other cat in particular.
Once the leader had left Pebblepool turned back to Fernpaw. She nudged the apprentice. ”Back to the den, we’ve got more work to do.” And with that she turned to head back to her den’s entrance, already aware that a few cats had lined up just outside, waiting for Pebblepool and Fernpaw to check them over.
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Post by Sand on May 25, 2023 4:03:31 GMT -5
[ I’m glad you like them, but other characters will have other colors than just blue xD I like Fern’s yellow! That works with me! Honestly do whatever you’d like with your characters whenever you feel like it works best ^^ I’ll be curious to see how Pebble and Frost interact during this since Pebble’s mentioned not being all that close with her sister Ohhhh good luck and safe travels! What part of Italy are you going to? o: I was lucky enough to visit for a brief study abroad trip and I want to go back and stay longer so bad I’ll also be busy for the next few days, but I’ll try and get a reply up later today or tomorrow~ ] [ I’m here for all the colors then xD. I chose the yellow for her personality and eye color, even though her eyes look more like a pale amber. I’ll throw Frost into the heap of injured cats, I’m curious of how Pebble will react to her. I’d imagine Frost is more likely to be stand offish due to their relationship as they’re not close. Thank you! I made it safe c: I’m in Lake Como, so there’s this huge lake and mountains around. I’d like to stay longer than a week because it’s beautiful here. I love to travel, so I wanna see more of Italy if I can. Take your time! ] |
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she’s gonna hate it, but it makes for a good point in the plot. 
. meanwhile I've got Fernpaw's yellow/amber yellow speech colors over here, almost trying to hurt my eyes. 
