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• Pumpkinswipe • In the clearing with Rabbittail • Open for any interactions •

She looked at the tom, surprised he even talked and interacted with her. Pumpkinswipes’ smile was warm and welcoming as she spoke. “Of course. I don’t mind.” She said softly, lifting her head up from her paws and flicking her tail. This is a nice way to be treated after I just got scolded. The small she-cat thought warmly.

(Also btw, i’m fine with Pumpkin being scolded lol, i need the drama in her life anyways. Hope you don’t take any of her thoughts too seriously!)

• Pumpkinswipe • Talking with Aldersong and Rabbittail • Open for interaction •

The fluffy she-cat looked at the tom. “Oh, well hello Aldersong! You can join me and Rabbittail in our conversation. We both don’t mind. We would love to talk!” Pumpkinswipe purred lightly. “I’m open to talk about anything, as i’m bored right now. Not sure about Rabbittail though.” The russet-colored she-cat said as she looked over at the other tom.

AcePaw OPEN FOR INTERACTION

Thank StarClan Shadows out of camp... AcePaw thought, visibly relaxing as his father left the patrol with CragFur, YewPaw, and a few others. His father made his fur prick, both with fear, and anger. Hes like a shadow over merising to his paws, AcePaw headed over to a sunnier spot in camp, and settled down again, starting to bat at a twig.
YewPaw still thinks BriarDust could be alive He thought. Even when she isn't...but I can't tell her the truth. I can't tell anycat the truth... or Shadow will take her life
Shadow was a strong warrior, despite his small size. Even in a fair fight, he'd be able to take down YewPaw. AcePaw, too. I cannot risk it

check out the joining thread over on the main post!

[Phantom || Outskirts || mentions Hawkheart, Amberheart, Rowanfern, Skyfall]

• Pumpkinswipe • With Aldersong and Rabbittail•

“That’s okay!” The lithe she-cat chuckled with kindness. She smiled at the toms shyness. She could understand him since that’s how she first acted aswell. “I also think that would be great for you Aldersong. If you want a mate and kits, go and have them! You can still observe and help the medicine cat out when they need you, even without being one yourself.” She concluded, fluffing up her chest. The she-cat looked at the tom, her eyes shining. “Back in Breezeclan, I was a queen. You know, even though I didn’t have a mate or kits, I like babysitted the kits while the queens were away. Since then, I’ve always wanted a family of my own, but I guess it’s not time yet.” She lowered her head sadly. “Now i’m just a regular warrior with a regular life.” Pumpkinswipe sighed. “B-but that’s okay!” She smiled.

(OOC: DANG! All these messages just loaded… I wish I had seen that before)
Rabbittail being awkward
“Yeah, I guess a mate would be cool if that’s what you wanted. I’ve never wanted romance, but I’ve always wanted kits…” Rabbittail realized that what he said would leave them in an awkward silence, so he quickly changed the topic. “So, do you like hunting or patrolling better?”

Dapplefeather being a bully again
“Ugh. No wonder you don’t do anything useful. You think life is a game.” Dapplefeather was back from hunting, bringing back a squirrel and a huge sparrow. “It’s not! I thought you learned something from the conversation we had earlier.” I wonder if I could give her apprentice duties…. She turned to her brother. “If they do anything to hurt you, let me know.”
(OOC: Man, Dapple’s trauma really took a toll on her)
Rabbittail being mad at his sister
Rabbittail found it was best to ignore his sister when she was acting like this. “Aldersong, Pumpkinswipe, maybe we should go hunting? There’s not much in the fresh-kill pile and we’re not doing anything.” He smiled even though he hated hunting. He had terrible eyesight and it made it extremely difficult to hunt.

Rabbitail- “Yeah, she is”
”Yeah, she can be. I think it’s because of the trauma we experienced when we were little.” He stood up and began to walk out of camp. “We were both severely injured and we lost the rest of our family. Ever since she’s been super strict and overprotective.” He caught sent of a mouse. “Um…” his face turned red. “Would you help me stalk a mouse?”

Rabbittail- where did Aldersong go?
Rabbittail didn’t like demanding details from cats, so he dropped into a hunter’s crouch. “The mouse is close- but I can’t see it!” He whispered. He seemed very bothered. He turned to Pumpkinswipe. “Pumpkin, can you help me locate it?”

OOC: for context Rabbittails half blind and has blurry vision in his other eye
Rabbittail- we’ll say Aldersong “went to sleep”
Rabbittail was grateful. He followed Pumpkinswipe’s tail toward the mouse. “Now!” He whispered. He carefully pounced on the mouse, but failed miserably. “Fox dung!”

(OOC: Rabbittail was resigned to be aroace but after these series of events I might change that UwU)

(I am going to be rereading the books this year, but I have like 0 medi cat knowledge, is there a good resource you can share to reference?)



Stoatpaw stiffened a little at Brichfog's casual mentioning of looking for bodies to lay to rest. Especially that it had been HIS idea, something he wasn't too confidant in sharing to begin with. He didn't understand how his mentor had been so casual with the topic. He leaned in a bit to Cloudberry in her discomfort at the new cat joining the patrol.

As they began walking again, Stoatpaw responded to his mentor's inquiry with renewed nervousness. "Oh, well, I spent a lot of time with Moondrop when the food started going bad. And, and she was really nice and helpful, but a lot of what we talked about related more to treating upset stomachs than coughs. And I was really excited when I became an apprentice, but then a few weeks later the floods came..." he trailed off and tried to look askance, only to accidentally meet Coppertwist's eyes. He sniffed and looked down at the ground. He really wished there were other cats his age on this patrol. It just really didn't feel like the older cats understood why things had been so hard for him, except for Cloudberry, who was there for all of it. Pebblepaw would understand he thought to himself.

It was true that Stoatpaw was fairly far behind the average medicine cat apprentice's learning for his age. The tom had only started learning when his world began to fall apart, and what knowledge he had gained form his mentor is laced with bittersweet memories of times shared in the den treated cats, and tragic deaths. Even when he had arrived to Cinderclan it took time to get everyone arranged and settled.

"A review would would be a good thing. There's, there's just been a lot, and there's a lot of herbs to know" the brown tom was afraid to look up at Birchfog for fear of the cat's disappointed gaze, but he forced himself to look up anyways.

This discussion was fairly quickly interrupted by the cries of a kit, which admittedly Stoatpaw only noticed after Cloudberry left his side, darting off towards the sound. Stoatpaw, without even consulting his mentor, ran off after the queen. He mind raced with confused thoughts about who, or how, or why a kit who end up out here, all alone. He sprinted with surprising speed for his stature towards the sound.


The black she-cat didn't blink or wince in the face of Shadow's words. She wasn't some kit who'd cower in the intensity of his eyes, which showed a much deeper hatred than his words. She noted the small flexure of his paws into the dirt, and she knew it had nothing to do with prey he was thinking of killing...

As the patrol proceeded out of that camp, the she-cat kept her own eye out for danger. After that interaction, she had no faith that Shadow would appropriately keep any of them safe, and even his daughter. She kept her ears perked and occasionally threw a glance up to the sky. She tuned out the chatter of the apprentices, paying no mind to their discussion. It wasn't really much of her business, plus they were going on a simple moss gathering trip, what was the harm in some small talk. Let them begin to build the bonds of a new clan together she thought. There was still so much useless tension around exclans and rivalries. None of that would help them survive now.


The silver tabby chuckled just as everyone else did at their question. The cat was always happy to lighten the mood, even at his own expense. "Ah yes, wolves, that is why we are here. Though I'm just saying, prey wasn't too off topic given our goal to hunt" he gave a small chuckled before his expression turned more serious. "I think it's a good idea to do a scan for wolves in an area before we start chasing prey into danger." The cat's pink nose began to twitch as they scented the area.

As Skyfall began to scent the area, they picked up something surprising. For a second, the silver tabby doubted his nose. A cat? he thought, smelling again. Young? His mind began to race a bit. It had been so long, he had given up hope that their kit was still alive. They had watched the mudslide carry thier son and mate off. And this territory hadn't been where they lost him. But maybe, just maybe there was a chance. Could this be a blessing from Starclan? "I smell something this way! A young cat!" he began to trace the scent towards a bush, hopeful that maybe today he would be blessed with luck.

As the cat approached, they began to smell blood, and grew worried for a moment. However they were pretty quickly able to discern the scent of mouse away from the cat. A capable hunter. As they traced the smells to a bush, they peered in, and saw flashes of white. Hope swelled a bit in their heart. "Hey there. what's your name?" they inquired into the bush.

(Sorry didn't have time to get something up for Amberheart as well in the window I had before work tonight. Will try tomorrow)

[Phantom || Outskirts || Skyfall - mentions Hawkheart, Amberheart, Rowanfern]

He froze as the scent came ever closer, pelt bristling in worry and anticipation. He was ready for whatever would come his way... he thought.

When the cat peered into the brush and met his gaze, it was a mixture of fear but.. also some sort of relief. Something in his head encouraged him to relax, that this cat in front of him would do him no harm.

His fur and posture slowly eased, though he was still alert. For a second, he opened his mouth but words refused to come out. "M-my name is Phantom..." he stammered. "If you live here, I didn't mean to steal your prey... I've been so stinkin' unlucky hunting today, and I wasn't paying attention..." he mewed apologetically. "I can leave and hunt elsewhere so I won't be a bother. Its hard to believe, but I've been searching for a place I saw in my dreams a moon ago. I still havent found it yet..."