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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 25, 2014 14:49:52 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
The silver warrioress was fairly certain that Zephyrfang was a little grumpy with her in recent days. Since the fox attack she'd experienced with Sprucefur and Skyfall, the warrioress had been having trouble sleeping. One night, she'd just stood up and padded over to Brokensong's nest, nudging the tortoiseshell awake. They'd spent some time outside, the older she-cat patiently listening to Feathercloud as she confessed her troubles and fears to the warrioress. And once she had talked herself to the point her throat was dry, the mute warrioress and comforted her with a gentle gaze and a flick of her plume-like tail.
Since then, it wasn't unusual for the silver feline to get up and make her way quietly to Brokensong, who'd created a separate little nest for Feathercloud near the one she shared with Zephyrfang. And the tortoiseshell would remain awake until Feathercloud drifted to sleep to the rhythmic patterns of Brokensong's tongue over her silver fur. She wasn't trying to steal Brokensong away from Zephyrfang... It was just that since Silverpaw had left, the mute warrior was probably Feathercloud's closest friend. And it wasn't like her mother would offer her any sort of consolation. She made sure to give Brokensong space during the day, leaving her to Zephyrfang. It was only fair, right?
Icy blue eyes cracked open to light filtering into the warrior's den. As per usual, the nest Brokensong had created for the two of them was empty. And Zephyrfang was nowhere to be seen. Rising to her paws, the silver warrior padded around the groups of still sleeping souls, and out into the main area of TreeClan's camp. Deciding to fetch herself something to eat, Feathercloud groggily padded towards the fresh-kill pile. Picking a small piece of prey and vowing to go out hunting later to repay her meal and more, she wandered off to an area in the sun and began picking at the mouse.
Jaws parted in a yawn as she finished off the remainder of her meal. Blue eyes focused on the medicine cat's den, where she could see Skyfall taking a bit of a walk. She'd been relieved upon finding out that the white tom would be alright. He was a loyal warrior of TreeClan, and certainly deserved to be spared by StarClan. His time would come, but in the meantime, TreeClan needed warriors like him. I wonder if he has nightmares like me... I wonder if Sprucefur has them...
At the thought of the pale furred tom, she found that she was searching for him, almost willing him to appear. Before she could think differently, she'd risen to her paws and was padding about, whiskers twitching as she poked her head into the warrior's den. Squinting to see if she could spot him in his nest, she felt a little disappointed when she couldn't find him. Backing out, the silver she-cat decided to go back to her original spot. Maybe he'd walk by eventually... If he did, would he want to speak to her? What if he thinks I'm bad luck or something?
Shaking her head to clear it of anymore ridiculous thoughts, Feathercloud spun around without really paying much attention to her surroundings.
Feel free to have her get back to her spot or crash into him, Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Aug 29, 2014 22:24:03 GMT -5
Sprucefur 31 Moons || Tom || TreeClan || Warrior The dawn had beckoned him from his nest like a playful apprentice, willing him to rise earlier than he perhaps would have liked – but he acquiesced. Shaking away the last dregs of sleep, Sprucefur had done his duties to the Clan early that morning, and it was only after catching a decent quota for the freshkill pile (two sparrows and a mouse) that he treated himself to a finch. The cheerful looking yellow songbirds were his favorite, even if the feathers were considered a hassle for some cats. It was shortly after his morning meal that he took over the two sparrows to Littletimber, Honeypaw and the visiting Skyfall, mewing a greeting to the white warrior and the two healers.
”Glad to see you looking better." Not loads better, but he was no longer that blood-soaked, fur-mangled heap he'd carried to Littletimber's den; it was always going to be an unpleasant memory, of a sudden slickness sinking into his pelt and touching his skin. Sprucefur was more alarmed by that sensation than he was of the fox itself; with newleaf, there was always a fresh wave of predators ready to try their luck at making up for the scarce pickings of leafbare. If he felt more sympathetic, he could understand the desire to finally silence that hollow pang in one's belly from lack of decent food - but if that 'decent food' had to be a member of TreeClan, then forget it.
The pleasantries carried on for a little while longer, before the sight of Appleshade talking to the younger, if not slightly dimmer Furzetail - the dark tabby-and-white tom looking utterly smitten. What is she getting herself into now? Rather than have his chance to discuss her socialization choices, Sprucefur grew distracted by a familiar scent on the breeze, identifying it as quickly as he could identify his own flesh and blood. Feathercloud. The pale tom's tail raised like a banner of greeting as he approached, intercepting her halfway to a sunny patch of flattened grass nearby, perfect for relaxing and sharing tongues with another Clanmate. He felt his pelt prickle at the thought of such closeness - it was a mark of friendship and trust between one cat to another, but he couldn't help but find something intimate about grooming Feathercloud's long, plush white and silver-tabby fur. She really did a beautiful job of living up to her name, both the one she'd been given at birth and the one she'd earned what felt like many moons ago.
"Morning. Looking for Brokensong?" Who else would she be looking for? Maybe Silverpaw...
There was a small age gap between them, but it was impossible to notice. She looked every part the fearsome warrioress he knew her to be. A part of him wished they'd grown up at a similar pace - that their apprenticeships had lined up rather than kept at two separate paces, but there was little to no point in lamenting the past. He had become a warrior, and so had she - at the right times, too. That was all that mattered.
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 30, 2014 9:46:36 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
She's been padding off back towards the sunny space she'd left, placing one paw in front of the other, when someone approached her from her left flank. Her ears were the first to pivot at the sound of heavier paws, but her jaws were already parting in a big yawn. Her pawsteps slowed, and she heard the steps move in tandem with hers, obviously meaning to walk with her. But it would quickly be required for her visitor to stop as the yawn clouded her vision, leaving her to drop to her rump, head tipping up as she tried to shake the yawn away.
Blue eyes popped open as she finally finished, blinking rapidly to clear her gaze properly. And then her icy eyes landed upon the sandy coat of Sprucefur. Brightening, she flicked her feathery tail, letting it wrap around her paws as it became clear that she wouldn't be moving from her newfound spot for at least a little while. Sprucefur's voice met her ears and she listened to him, blinking at his words for a moment as though they didn't make any sense to her. Had she been looking for Brokensong? Was that what she had been doing this morning?
Slowly, she shook her head, glancing down at her paws and frowning, squinting as though she were trying to see past a thick fog. When she looked up, her tail tip twitched and she shift her weight. "No... I try to give Brokensong her space during the day. For Zephyrfang's sake. StarClan knows I take up enough of her time already..." Rising to her paws, she continued her path, just a little further, peeking over her shoulder to make sure that he was following. When she returned to a seated position, the warmth of the sun bathing her silver fur until it appeared almost white, she glanced at him yet again.
"To tell you the truth, I think I was looking for you. That's probably a bit odd, isn't it..." She trailed off with a frown, her long tail sweeping over the ground beside her, before collecting in close to her. The motion was also an invitation for him to take a seat nearby, if he should so desire. She looked pensive for a moment, her claws flexing out from their sheaths to score at the earth gently. What am I trying to say... She wondered to herself.
Taking a soft breath, she began to speak, just to let the words out. "I was just wondering how you are after.. Well after what happened. Skyfall seems to be doing better, which is a relief, and after him, you had to worst of the damage. I mean, I only had a cut here and a scrape there, thank StarClan. I've seen so many alternate endings in my head that.. That I forget which one actually happened. But I guess... If the three of us are all still here, then the best of all the scenarios is the one that actually happened..."
Her voice trailed off here, her blue eyes distracted. If you were to look closely, you might just notice the tiredness that rimmed her eyes. That, and she was forced to stifle another yawn, clenching her jaws to prevent them from popping open for what must have been the hundredth time that morning.
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Post by Fawn on Aug 31, 2014 11:04:16 GMT -5
Sprucefur 31 Moons || Tom || TreeClan || Warrior It wasn't an unusual sight, to see a drowsy Clanmate - they all tended to enjoy plenty a nap here and there - but with Feathercloud's energy levels typically being skyward bound, not sinking to the forest floor like a couple of autumnal leaves like they were now, Sprucefur had to wonder if she was sleeping enough. The answer to this was provided by Feathercloud herself, and a yellow-green gaze blinked in the sunlight, taking in the fatigued words as he was given a window into how she was doing after that fox attack. So she hadn't escaped entirely unscathed, he noticed, it was more a matter of her scratches and scrapes being on the inside rather than the outside.
In truth, the flash of ginger fur and large, canine teeth had not haunted him, had not followed him to sleep that night when he'd laid down beside his siblings. Perhaps he handled these things differently than other cats? It was difficult to say, not that he was planning on going around and taking a consensus on which of their Clanmates had suffered through a fox attack and how they coped with it afterwards. They'd likely cuff his ears and scoff at him: why would you want to know a thing like that? Either way, how he dealt with the aftermath wasn't necessarily the focus here, though her question had been about as much. Not possessing the intention to make her somehow feel incompetent, Sprucefur wore a faint smile, his shoulder raising and lowering in a half-shrug. Pale mane catching the sunlight like leaves in the topmost tree branches, he took up a seated position beside her, not having to look directly into the she-cat's almost lake-like deep blue eyes in order to continue the conversation.
"We're lucky to be alive," mewed Sprucefur, aware that if Skyfall hadn't done most of the fighting for them, that collision could have ended much more tragically than it actually did. "But I'm not dwelling on that. I'm more grateful that I was one of the cats Skyfall crashed into, and not Appleshade or Lichenfrost. Or Brokensong." Besides, that isn't going to be our first run in with a fox. What if next time was a badger? Or an eagle grew too bold and swooped down upon them? "I guess what I'm trying to say is, as easy as it is to get caught up over 'what could have happened', it's better to look at those around you and realize that by getting through it, you get to keep being apart of this Clan. You get to keep being a warrior, and that helps me find peace."
A calm, yellow-green set of eyes watched Feathercloud from his peripherals, the thick sandy fur along the tom's tail fluffing subtly under a few prickles of embarrassment, hoping she wouldn't find his words silly or sentimental. Particularly when he was being honest. She looks ready to topple right over. Sprucefur, as much as he wanted to part his jaws and tell her he wouldn't mind if she leaned on him, allowed a silence settle over him instead, ignoring the sensation clawing in his belly like spoiled prey over this suppressed desire to tell her this. Maybe later, if she really did look like she was about to fall, he would gladly offer his shoulder for support, but first things first - had anything he'd said so far made an impact?
Sandy pale ears flicked as he caught the sounds of their Clanmates going about their days, but his senses were attuned for her voice and her movements only.
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Sept 7, 2014 9:11:22 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
The sound of Sprucefur's voice had her ears pivoting as the silver feline stole a glance to the side. Noting that he didn't appear to be looking her way as he continued, the warrioress turned her focus elsewhere, watching Skyfall as he headed back to the medicine cat's den. She could see that he was still sore in the way his gait wasn't his usual confident stride, but he was alive, and if she was learning anything from what Sprucefur was saying, that was the most important part. She let the pale sandy tom finish speaking, even let a silence settle over them afterwards as she considered what he had said.
She could feel the way her eyes pricked, the way all her muscles felt as weak as a newborn kit's, but she did her best to ignore it. She didn't want to sleep, not yet. Right now, all she wanted to do was have a conversation with Sprucefeather. Her icy blue eyes blinked twice in alarm right then. Sprucefeather? Who in StarClan's name is Sprucefeather? Mentally correcting herself, she did her best to push away her previous thoughts and reroute her focus onto the words he'd said to her.
Unsure of whether or not he would even see the motion, she bobbed her head in a nod of understanding. "You know... You're right. I shouldn't spend so much time thinking about what could have happened. The most important thing is that it didn't happen, and that we are still here." Thinking about her tortoiseshell friend, Feathercloud could easily see what the tom had meant by his words. She was suddenly glad that it had been her who'd faced the fox, and not the mute warrioress. A smile ghosted over her tired features as one paw absently traced little circles in the dirt beneath her.
With a glance in his direction, she continued. "Thank you, Sprucefur. I feel... A lot better already. I suspect it'll still take time to completely shake it off, as childish as that sounds... But I understand what you mean, and you're right." Her feathery tail tip twitched slightly from where it lay at her paws. With a soft giggle, she shifted her weight so that her shoulder bumped into Sprucefur's as she jokingly threw in a few more words. "Besides... We make a pretty good team, don't we?" In the end it had been their teamwork that helped them defeat that fox. Alone... She was fairly certain that either one would have failed.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 14, 2014 9:10:16 GMT -5
Sprucefur 31 Moons || Tom || TreeClan || Warrior "Yeah, we do." Sprucefur, far from jostled by her shoulder colliding playfully with his, felt himself smiling, the emotion subdued but heartfelt. "But you'll have to get some sleep. I can't have my partner ready to drop like an apple from a tree." Being the oldest and of a naturally protective nature, for as long as the pale warrior could remember, he had looked out for Lichenfrost and Appleshade; he had protected them from things that wished them harm, he had taken care of them in an almost parental sense of the word.
Taking care of Feathercloud came a lot easier to him than he realized, and before he'd even noticed, Sprucefur had slipped into that no-nonsense (if not semi-bossy, but in a good-natured way) mode of his that meant he wasn't going anywhere until he'd ensured his friend had found her nest again. Referring back to their more pressing conversation, yellow-green eyes met stunning blue as he spoke in a quieter, more sensitive tone than he usually used - the kind reserved for cats he considered close to him. "You'll get through it, Feathercloud. It won't take you long to bounce back." She'd dealt with a lot, hadn't she? Silverpaw's disappearance, the fox attack, and the terrible toll the greencough outbreak had taken on the Clan; if there was any way he could ameliorate her circumstances, he would have done so in a heartbeat.
This time, Sprucefur let his shoulder brush against silver and white fur, plush like so many layers of the softest moss. Get some rest, Feathercloud. Was it unusual for him to worry? If she insisted on hunting in this weakened, severely sleep-deprived state, she might make some sort of clumsy, careless error that wouldn't just cost the Clan fresh kill - but a fine warrior as well. Resolved to not let her get too far without a little more rest and recuperation, Sprucefur caught her attention and indicated into the warm, shadowy confines of the warriors den nearby. "I'll sit with you until you fall asleep." If she would even want that? He wasn't exactly Brokensong or Silverpaw, and he was definitely no Lionstar, but Sprucefur's self esteem wasn't so low that he wouldn't consider himself good enough company when he wanted to be. He could keep a low volume but still carry a conversation if she wanted to talk a little more, and without any intention of distracting her from the rest she badly needed, the pale warrior would keep things peaceful. Sprucefur's whiskers twitched with a few tinges of mirth at the idea of the warrioress falling asleep mid-conversation.
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Conquer the monster in your head, and then you'll fly |
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Sept 27, 2014 10:04:52 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Featherpaw[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
A soft touch on her shoulder clued her in to the tom cat leaning towards her. That was all it took for the last of her strength to seep from her muscles. Part of her weight was soon against him as blue eyes had to blink to remain open. She might have just flopped down to the ground right then if the pale furred tom hadn't been at her side in that instant. Silver jaws parted in a yawn as a moment of silence passed between the two. And then he moved slightly, drawing what little attention she had left towards him.
When she followed his gaze and noticed that he was looking towards the warrior's den, Feathercloud knew that he was serious about her getting some rest. So her exhaustion must have been pretty darn obvious then. Offering a rather sheepish smile, she bobbed her head in acknowledgement, rising to her paws with him. "I guess I really should get some sleep... Not that I could really argue with you right now, right?" A soft laugh escaped her seconds before she yawned for a second time in a short amount of time.
"I can.. Practically feel your determination." Ducking into the den with Sprucefur at her side, she padded along the familiar path towards her nest, until the soft moss greeted her pawpads. Flopping rather ungracefully into the nest, the silver she-cat let her paws reach out, toes curling as she stretched, a satisfied sound finding its what to the surface. And the moment she was lying down, her eyes seemed to grow heavier. "Thanks for... For staying, Sprucefur. I find it easier to sleep if someone's close by... But don't worry, I'll get you back later for... For bossing me around like that. Don't you..."
Her voice trailed off as her eyes blocked out the light filtering in. You could practically see the exhaustion take over and send her to sleep, her body relaxing slowly until her head hung limply over the side of the nest, her feathered tail hanging over the other side. And her legs were outstretched just enough that one of her paws was left pressed softly against Sprucefur's leg as the tom sat by the side of the nest. And finally, a blissful nothing set over her. There was only blackness in the mind of the dozing silver warrioress as the softest of sighs left her muzzle.
Fawn End thread?
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