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"It is a warrior's duty to teach new Clanmates, whether they be an apprentice or a rare warrior-aged joiner like yourself." Nectarsong explains to Shrike, ever-patient demeanour turning to confusion as their shadow turns tail and meanders towards the border ... towards a cat who could be their...

text here NECTARSONG ✧ they/them, warrior of shadowclan — "a lithe tortie point with gentle blue eyes." — single ; shadowed by shrike — speech is in #749E99 — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots. text here NECTARSONG ✧ they/them, warrior of shadowclan — "a lithe...

Something that Nectarsong had conveniently forgotten to mention in their offer of a herb hunting expedition to Snowpaw is that ... they don't actually know which herbs are useful. They're untrained, unable to identify which parts of certain plants would be useful to Starlingheart and which would...

"I haven't seen her since last sunrise." Nectarsong confirms, speckled brow furrowing with thought. Their short mental search ends abruptly with yesterday morning's patrols, which is concerning; Snowypaw is a creature of habit, bound to their mentor's scheduling, and usually they would have seen...

"Good StarClan, Halfpaw, you're still going?" Nectarsong's purr is lined with genuine awe at the apprentice's endless energy. The tortie themself added had given up by now, two dozen frogs from the crevices of the warriors' den more than enough to allow an overtired Clanmate to stop tossing and...

"How long until ThunderClan is on our border asking about the frogs, do you think?" Nectarsong asks mildly, shooting the older warriors an amused glance. At least Garlicheart is having fun, they muse to themself as Bloodpaw's raucous meow follows suit. It would seem the two rambunctious she-cats...

Nectarsong feels resounding guilt rise to the surface, immediately following the relief that sweeps through them. They're a warrior, and should be proud to serve their Clan like this, to keep their home safe ... but the scents of predators drawn too-close by the frogs has them on edge...

"Halfshade is Smogmaw's mate, Gigglekit. She was very beautiful, and very kind." Nectarsong explains to Gigglekit, pausing behind her, pitching their voice low so as not to interrupt the conversation unfolding. Was his mate, their mind corrects, but Nectarsong does not voice the thought. They...

"Oh!" Nectarsong, drawn from the warriors' den by all the commotion, stops short at the sight that unfolds before them. This is more frogs than they've ever seen in all their moons, all localised to ShadowClan's camp. They're dreaming, right? They had to have eaten a bad piece of prey before...

general.--(--a soul that's born in cold and rain--) ✧--nectarkit - nectarpaw NECTARSONG / nicknames / aliases —--22 moons old / ages once monthly on the 4th —--nonbinary / they/them pronouns —--warrior of shadowclan / born among the first shadowclanners appearance.--(--knows sunlight, sunlight...