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MistClan Deputy
INVENTORY
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Post by Gemini on Sept 4, 2022 8:37:19 GMT -5
[attr="class","Im"]
[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The Wanderlust. [attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ Your mentors in
life are important,
so choose
them wisely. | It was a glorious Greenleaf afternoon; the weather wasn't too overbearing, as the warmth just caressed the skin beneath Pumpkinpatch's pelage. The sun was brilliant in the cornflower-blue sky as if one perfect petal was stretched so wide around all the world. The flowers are a new masterpiece each day, changing the frameless scenery, gazing upward at the ever-present sky; they are the warmth of the land that expresses gratitude to the summer sun's heat. They are the rainbow that arises from earth and water, yet can be nothing without those golden rays. Each day of these animated moons will come in moments, the gift of the present, lived in leaf dances, wind-tousled fur, laughter, and melody of the birds, the layers of winter left in some forgotten land. He valued Greenleaf and Newleaf more than he appreciated the other two seasons. Leaf-fall was exceptional initially until Leafbare gradually raked its talons upon the previous season. The verdant growth of foliage in the Flower Fields was glaucous in the warmer seasons unless the heat overwhelmed the greens, causing herbs and flowers to wilt. Pumpkinpatch often observed nature between seasons, noting the differences and which flowers and plants can withstand each season.
Pumpkinpatch's appendages ambulated onwards and slipped away from camp to head in the direction of the Flower Fields; a small smile tugged at the corners of his mandibles. The white and tawny-patched bachelor looked around as he passed the Sun Stones, a bi-colored visage concentrating on the glowing stones. The sun's luminosity brightened the rocks, painted with the color of warmth, a whitish-orange hue. The tomcat recognized each landmark, keeping a steady trek as he ascended forward, tail swaying with each step he took. Pumpkinpatch wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for, but he treasured the new motherland he lived within. His gaze flickered between the end of the Dried Creek and steering toward the Disappearing Pool, making his way around. Pumpkinpatch wondered what plants and herbs were thriving in the current season, constantly searching for new flowers to memorize and learn about. He enjoyed discovering new things to observe, as it was something that became a hobby; it made him happy and felt at ease—being encompassed by the magnificence of nature authorized for alleviation and leisure, a break from his warrior duties. The tom's whiskers twitched, and his nose crinkled at the aroma of a familiar feline he recognized as Ravenpaw. His countenance returned to normal, awaiting the sire's approach. Perhaps he's here for herbs.
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GaleClan MCA
INVENTORY
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Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Sept 9, 2022 9:39:29 GMT -5
[googlefont=Xanh Mono][googlefont=Dosis]  RAVENPAW medicine cat apprentice 8 he/him pronouns
Open your eyes, choking on his breath. [attr="class","raven-content"]The ground felt dry and sandy beneath his paws, likely due to the fact that it had been quite a while since it last rained. The aroma of the flowers folded around him, and though he usually found it overpowering, today it was subdued and toleralable. He was trying to identify a very specific perfume in among all the different smells, the tell-tale sweet notes of lavander buds. While the flower smelled beautiful and comforting, it was difficult for Clan cats to detect it and not associate it with loss. Lavander was a popular flower used to ease cats into StarClan, and anyone who had ever sat vigil could remember the pungent smell of it as they struggled to not fall asleep. The greencough that had ravaged GaleClan and sent so many to join their ancestors was still fresh in his mind as he began to pluck the purple plants from their stems. Even the aromatic flavour of the petals was like ash in his mouth. But they could ease fever, and feverfew was struggling to find growth at the moment. So these would have to do.
But just as he began collecting the plants, he became aware that he was not alone. It always seemed that it was when he was foraging in the flower fields that he was disturbed by some random loner or clanmate. Was it because this place was so undeniably pretty? Lifting his head above the swaying grasses, he could make out the mellow brown and white shape of Pumpkinpatch, a cat he didn’t know very well. In fairness, Ravenpaw wasn’t as gregerious with his clanmates as they were to eachother. Now that he was a medicine cat, he had more of an excuse for his aloof nature. He was the odd one out, separate to Clan rivalry, always off picking plants or throwing carrion into the rainbow pools. Doing odd things, basically. He was gradually learning to be okay with being odd, but still he caught himself feeling a bit awkward as he approached the other cat. They lived in the same camp, shared prey and yet Ravenpaw only really knew his name and what he looked like at a distance.
Placing the lavander carefully at his paws, Ravenpaw raised his tail to give a shy wave. He knew that he couldn’t just pretend Pumpkinpatch wasn’t there, it would be rude. But still, he found himself unable to identify what he should say. Hi? Hey there? Each option seemed as hopeless as the last. His words entirely failed him as he suddenly realised upon drawing nearer to the other cat, that he had different colours in his eyes. How had he never noticed that before? Ah, right. Eyes were not usually the first thing he glanced at in a cat. He was usually more fixated on their whiskers, or their paws. Even so, Ravenpaw found himself rendered speechless as he admired the contrasting blue and orange hues gazing back at him. “Wow!” He blurted out. “I didn’t know cats could have different-coloured eyes.”
You hare-brain! He panicked, realising that the first thing that had fallen out of his mouth hadn’t been “hello Pumpkinpatch” or, “hi there, nice to see you” or anything remotely normal or polite. Instead, he had made a blunt and potentially offensive observation about the other tom’s appearance, depending upon how he felt about his own unusual eyes. This was clearly a disaster and he was half-tempted to grab his flowers and run off into the horizon to go and rethink his entire life. Or melt into the grass under his paws. Ravenpaw did neither, and instead stood silently waiting to see how Pumpkinpatch would react.
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MistClan Deputy
INVENTORY
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Post by Gemini on Sept 30, 2022 11:32:49 GMT -5
[attr="class","Im"]
[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The Wanderlust. [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Your mentors in
life are important,
so choose
them wisely. | Perhaps he could consider this a solo patrol as he passed by numerous landmarks of GaleClan's territory. He predominantly covered the center rather than the edges of the boundaries. There wasn't a strange or unfamiliar aroma within reach, a sigh of relief escaping the bachelor's nasal passageways. The motherland was primarily silent and motionless, occasionally rustled by the passing zephyr, tugging gently at each strand of fur. These tranquil days were feathers without haste, moving this way and that in the ambiance, delighted to alter direction according to the breeze. Just as the feather will in its own sweet time be at rest upon the earth, the sun will rise and set high in the atmosphere. Yet, there is such freedom in each gifted moment between them, an infinitely branching course with no paths. And in that complete sovereignty, there is an appetite for the mellow forbearance, which is content to await the way to illuminate, to show itself worthy of adventure, curiosity, and enchantment. At this moment, all Pumpkinpatch heard was the sound of his breathing and heartbeat caressing the interior of his chest. Sonorous marmalade eyes scrutinized the land, concentrating on the medicine cat apprentice, Ravenpaw.
Pumpkinpatch monitored the opposing tomcat, watching as he plucked lavender. The sight and aroma of the plant alone were enough to cast memories and numerous ponders as the cats of the Clans understood multiple healing aspects. Maybe, not everyone but Pumpkinpatch had often examined the work of a Medicine Cat, intrigued by what they do and how they manage it. Lavender reminded the tom of raking illnesses such as Greencough, followed by the reminiscence of death. Pumpkinpatch viewed death as the gateway to rebirth, and as someone beloved passes through, Clans would both mourn and celebrate. They feel their loss in life and community yet commemorate all they achieved in their lifetime for goodness, love, the natural world, and reality. It was a time when they were most aware of how sacred living is and to appreciate the gift all the more. Pumpkinpatch's gaze diverted slightly when Ravenpaw caught a glimpse of the white and tan-patched bachelor. For a moment, sheepishness prodded at his insides, a soft chuckle escaping his mandibles as he noticed Ravenpaw's tail wave in greeting. It was surprising to Pumpkinpatch that the ordinarily fastidious tom had decided to approach him first, but conceivably, there were causalities behind it.
It seemed Ravenpaw floundered to emit a single word, enticed by what appeared to be Pumpkinpatch's visage. Ravenpaw's fascination wasn't astonishing to the heterochromatic warrior, regarding all the comments and compliments he often received about them. A joyous array of laughter escaped Pumpkinpatch's maw when Ravenpaw finally articulated something. Silence fell between the pair, realizing that Ravenpaw believed he had made a mistake with how he communicated his thoughts. "Pretty cool, huh?" He questioned lightheartedly, showing no sign of being offended in the slightest. He loved when others took a moment to gaze into his unique oculars, finding them the best feature of himself. "That's not the first time someone reacted like that, you know?" His soft, harmonious vocals inquired, attempting to lighten Ravenpaw's spirit. He didn't want the tom to feel ashamed for his genuine reaction, a gentle smile tugging at the edges of his maw. As Pumpkinpatch settled upon his haunches, tail coiled before his digits, he spoke again, "I hope you're doing well on this wonderful day, Ravenpaw. Is there any way I can assist you? I see you've got some lavender; stocking up on herbs?"
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STAFF
GaleClan MCA
INVENTORY
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Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Oct 10, 2022 9:18:31 GMT -5
[googlefont=Xanh Mono][googlefont=Dosis] RAVENPAW medicine cat apprentice 8 he/him pronouns
Open your eyes, choking on his breath. [attr="class","raven-content"]Ravenpaw hardly knew how to react when Pumpkinpatch’s musical laughter rolled up out of his chest. He felt himself nervously wondering in the pause that followed whether or not Pumpkinpatch was laughing at how silly Ravenpaw was, or if he was just warmly amused. He hadn’t realised he had been holding his breath until he finally released it at Pumpkinpatch’s reply. The warrior seemed proud of his unique eyes, which was a relief. “Oh…” He answered, his anxious features melting into a much more relaxed smile. “I’m eh, not surprised! They look… really unique.” Filling the gaps between pauses in a conversation was not exactly his talent. Ravenpaw was far better at arranging herbs and plants than he was at arranging words. Even so, he found he didn’t mind it so much. Pumpkinpatch seemed to embrace the silences with patient and glowing warmth. He was round like his namesake, but not in a way that suggested greedy theft of additional prey. No, Pumpkinpatch was round in a natural way, his features soft and lacking any hard edges.
He looked down at the lavander, the perfume rising up from the little purple buds. “Yes!” He seemed pleased that Pumpkinpatch knew what flower it was. Oftentimes, warriors gave little thought to the plants that grew around them. “Uh, if you don’t mind, it’d be really n-nice to have the extra paws.” He bent his head to scoop up some of the lavander, and offered it gently to the orange and white tom.
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