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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Apr 10, 2017 7:49:11 GMT -5
Feathercloud Blue eyes snapped open in the darkness, a silver she-cat stirred from another restless slumber with a quiet gasp. She shivered softly, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to banish the visions from her dream. For five days now, nights had become a ritual. She'd go to bed pressed against the fawn-colored side of her mate, and though this had brought her joy in the past, now all she felt was dread. It had nothing to do with Sprucefur himself. Rather it stemmed from knowing what awaited her in her dreams. Sparrowpaw falling from the tree and landing with a thud on the unforgiving ground below.
Dreams. More like nightmares. Came the bitter voice in her head. Her stomach still seized at the thought of her apprentice so helpless, throat tightening in a wave of grief. Suddenly feeling as though everything was too close, Feathercloud hurriedly pushed to her paws, wincing as the deep gash across her hind leg flared to life in complaint. It throbbed all down its length, an angry reminder that she hadn't escaped the fray unscathed. ...Though a bleeding wound paled in comparison to a broken foreleg. Shoving Bluejay's orders to remain as still as she could to the back of her mind, Feathercloud limped away from the nest she shared with Sprucefur.
Admittedly, successfully exiting the den without waking anyone when your gait was more unsteady than a moon-old kit was not easy. She barely avoided stepping on at least three separate tails, and managed to further aggravate the healing wound on her leg in the process. By the time she broke through the entrance to the den, she was panting softly, damaged hind leg fully suspended in the air as she refused to put any of her weight on it.
Icy eyes alighted upon the medicine cat's den on the opposite side of camp. Sparrowpaw is in there. Her mind reminded her. Paws moved unbidden toward it, her body jerking slightly as she hopped forward rather than step down with her right hind leg. The motion was hardly graceful, a far cry from her usual ease, but the silver warrioress couldn't bring herself to care. She'd felt mountain-lengths from her usual self since the accident. She felt something akin to what she'd felt when Ironpaw had left, when Sprucefur had stopped talking to her for moons. A suffocating sorrow that drained any energy she might stumble upon.
She made it no further than a pawful of awkward pawsteps away from the warrior's den entrance before she let herself sink to the ground. Her right hind leg was stretched out awkwardly, to avoid stretching the wound path, and her gaze ventured from her silver paws to Silverpelt above. Though she'd felt claustrophobic in the den, now she felt alone. Focusing on the sky, Feathercloud tried to distract herself from the feeling of loneliness. The night was at its peak, dawn still hours away, but the air was light. The sky stretched above, patched with thick white clouds, and flecked with countless stars. Today would be a beautiful day, and she would be trapped in camp.
530 words - Fawn - >> someone needs cuddles If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. background image | j.r.r. tolkein | table by phoenix
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Post by Fawn on Apr 13, 2017 23:40:18 GMT -5
55 Moons || Senior Warrior || Tom there's a light that you give me when I'm in shadow Even if the absent, lingering warmth of Feathercloud beside him hadn't brought him back to consciousness, the awkward gait, the rustle of dry moss and careful steps, would've. Sprucefur's pale ears twitched even before his eyes opened to the darkness. With barely a few pinpricks of light coming in - it must've been moonhigh - Sprucefur got to his paws immediately, tracing his mate's path through the tangle of tails and limbs.
Fresh air filled his lungs, but the sight of her softened his tensed, worried expression by a few fractions. At first holding his tongue, Sprucefur approached the pretty feline's right side, gently brushing his fur against hers; Sprucefur's tail curled around Feathercloud's body. "Couldn't sleep?" A soft question accompanied by a gentle stare, the watchful eyes of a cat who would take her pain away in a heartbeat if he could.
"If you're hurting, tell me." She might consider it a burden on the Clan to wake Bluejay or Falconstorm at this hour, but Sprucefur wouldn't hear of it. Suffering was suffering, the role of their medicine cats was to mitigate it as much as possible, so she could recover. Go back to her boistrous, daring self.
Feathercloud needed more than one kind of healer. The guilt she felt over Sparrowpaw's fall had to be eating at her. Sprucefur was very familiar with that kind of... soul-crushing remorse. He and sorriness were practically littermates, he used to feel it so often. With a slow exhale, his breath tickling over her whiskers, Sprucefur licked Feathercloud's cheek. "It wasn't your fault. Sparrowpaw will get better."
He hadn't been there for the fight. He hadn't seen the terrible fall. But he had seen her expression when they carried Sparrowpaw back to camp, and that had been awful enough. Determined now to soothe her wounded heart, Sprucefur mentally shook aside the last of his drowsiness. He could stay awake as long as she needed him to. As long as she needed someone to sit beside her, share in her pain, gently break through the grief, remind her that life would get better.
There were other cats she was close to that could do the same, but Sprucefur selfishly chose to be her root system, reaching deep to remind her of the water to be found no matter how desolate and dry the world felt.
there's a feeling you give me, an everglow --- Word Count: 380 Words Tags: BlooRey DVD Notes:
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Apr 21, 2017 18:32:48 GMT -5
Feathercloud A silver ear tilted back, the wounded warrioress vaguely aware of an approaching presence behind her. It wasn't until she felt the familiarity of her mate's fur and heard his gentle voice that she turned her muzzle away from the spotless night sky above. The moonlight reflected in her eyes, the blue alive with dancing sorrow. Her chest seemed to tighten as he spoke, her gaze drifting to her paws as he continued. The roughness of Sprucefur's tongue roused her from her self-pity, Feathercloud immediately leaning into the embrace to rub her head under his chin.
Her body betrayed her, trembling as she fought with the overwhelming sense of grief. Pressing her head into his shoulder, she took a shuddering breath as she searched out the words she wanted to say. "I... My leg throbs, but... It's nothing compared to what I feel in here." She meowed, voice thick with unshed tears as she lifted a paw to her chest. Icy eyes squeezed shut, Feathercloud continuing to seek comfort in his presence, breathing deeply to register his scent. "Every time I close my eyes... I see... She... She falls again, I can hear it." As if on cue, her voice broke on the last pawful of words, ears laying flat against her skull as though to avoid hearing that sound again.
"I just keep thinking... I should have stayed with her. Maybe then she'd.. She'd be okay." Her head hung in something akin to shame and defeat. All she could think about was that LightningClan demon; red eyed and merciless as she took on an apprentice. Feathercloud hadn't hesitated in taking Sparrowpaw's place in the fight, but had neglected to notice the apprentice. How could a warrior have missed something like that? She'd thought the branch would have been safe. Climbing wasn't as easy for other Clans as it was for TreeClan.
Yet, here they were. Two apprentices with broken limbs, and several wounded warriors across two Clans. And over what? What had the fight even been about? She couldn't recall what Skyfall's investigation had uncovered; she'd been far too preoccupied with the horrifying ongoings. ~360 words - Fawn - Sad kitty is sad If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. background image | j.r.r. tolkein | table by phoenix Note: 45 moons old
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Post by Fawn on Apr 23, 2017 11:32:28 GMT -5
55 Moons || Senior Warrior || Tom there's a light that you give me when I'm in shadow Sprucefur listened with solemnity, hearing the aching grief in his mate's voice and able to visualize the torment she was suffering each night. He was going to fetch her poppy seeds for the pain - but there were other things to talk about first. Feelings that needed to be addressed. The pale tom knew all too well how a truly awful experience could repeat, like an echo, inside one's head every time they thought they had a moment to think. It was maddening. It was depressing. Breaking that repeating call was important - and hard to do alone.
Feathercloud wasn't alone.
"Don't think about that, Feathercloud. Not even StarClan can predict what another cat's going to say, or do. You did you the best thing you could for Sparrowpaw." Sprucefur's tone was strong, resolute. He didn't have a single doubt in his mind that she had acted responsibly and protected her apprentice the way any good mentor would. "That's all anyone could've done." Breathing in her scent, he brushed his tail under her chin, lifting her head so she no longer stared at the ground in such heartbreaking defeat. When their eyes were level with one another's, and he could hear the steady, reassuring beats of her heart, he allowed his tone to soften without losing that certainty.
"The best thing you can do for Sparrowpaw now, is support her. She's young, and we have excellent medicine cats. But having you there, encouraging her, being a light in a very long night, will help her just as much as herbs will."
there's a feeling you give me, an everglow --- Word Count: 259 Words Tags: BlooRey DVD Notes:
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 1, 2017 18:10:48 GMT -5
Feathercloud The light touch of Sprucefur's tail beneath her chin brought Feathercloud's blue eyes up from the ground. Slowly, she met his gaze, pupils searching his features for the reassurance she so craved. What she found nearly stole her breath away; she could read his admiration, his love like a perfect blue sky day. Her ears tilted back against her head, though this time it was out of surprise rather than sorrow. Despite her grief, despite the weight of guilt she felt on her shoulders, for a moment her heart soared. Crystalline blue eyes glinted in the moonlight, and the silver warrioress couldn't help but press her head against his shoulder once more.
With a shaky breath, she mewed softly. "Be there... I can... Do that." There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice, as though she were still mulling over the words, tasting them on her tongue. "I can do that." The second set of words served as a reassurance, Feathercloud grasping onto his presence as a source of certainty. She remained quiet for a moment, a gentle shiver dancing up her spine and earning a quiet inhale as it disturbed her healing wound. It forced her to steady her voice again before she spoke in a soft whisper.
"You know... I... I faced the white LightningClan she-cat with red eyes. The way she looked at me... I didn't think I would walk away from that battle." Her voice wavered slightly, a sudden wave of fear slipping through her veins as the memory snuck back to the forefront of her mind. "Among the chaos and the fighting for my life... What scared me the most was thinking I might not see you again." She made a sound something like a laugh, though it was a bitter sound. "I.. Don't know much about dying, but that? I felt like I was losing a part of me bigger than myself. I'm pretty sure that was worse than dying would be."
Rubbing her head against him to feel the warmth of his fur, she sighed softly. "I love you. I don't say that enough, but it's true. I love you so much..." ~380 words - Fawn - Feeeeels If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. background image | j.r.r. tolkein | table by phoenix Note: 45 moons old
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Post by Fawn on May 4, 2017 13:21:35 GMT -5
55 Moons || Senior Warrior || Tom there's a light that you give me when I'm in shadow In his efforts to comfort his mate, Sprucefur had somehow overlooked the other ways in which she had been traumatized by that battle; he knew of the white-furred, red-eyed she-cat she spoke of. Cherrypool. There were plenty of cats in every Clan (probably even her own) that shivered when she walked by.
Listening to Feathercloud speak of death, of being separated from him, simultaneously warmed his heart and stuck a hole right through it. The gaping emptiness, the complete and total grief he would feel if she hadn't come home from that battle...
Sprucefur couldn't speak. Choked up, he wrapped his pale golden tail around her body more snugly, afraid of a future where they couldn't be together. They would reunite in StarClan, of that he had no shreddings of doubt, but StarClan's beckoning was at best, far into their elder years, and at worst, far too soon.
With a rattled sigh, Sprucefur stayed silent, listening both to the warm familiarity of her voice and her beating heart. Both gave the reassurance he craved. Already, the pale tom was scheming up ways to be present with her for every fight; so he could protect her. So he could make sure she came home to their nest each and every night.
It was wrong of him to place the safety of one cat over the safety of the whole Clan. Sprucefur knew this, and he felt a little disgusted with himself. Disgusted that he wouldn't change his mind - not even if he had to. Maybe that's the part of me I inherited from my mother. She had left her Clan for love, and when Badgerstripe died, she had left her three kits behind because the reality was too painful.
Sprucefur would not say he understood her better. Because he didn't. But a tiny part of him could see what had led to that decision. Sprucefur nuzzled Feathercloud, his voice a whisper of affection and complex emotion. Something between sorrow (over losing her) and joy (of being able to hold her close). "I love you too, Feathercloud. More than I thought I was capable of loving anyone."
They would stay strong. Overcome any struggles the fates threw at them. Sprucefur slowly raised his head, gazing at the stars. Don't take her from me too soon, there's still so much life left in both of us.
They needed each other.
there's a feeling you give me, an everglow --- Word Count: 397 Words Tags: BlooRey DVD Notes: Feels like the RP is done? <333
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