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Rarely is the dark pelted medicine cat seen out of camp nowadays. The occasional herb patrol is all he leads and while he does still know the territory like the back of his paw, it is not something he has traversed often. The river continuously shapes the earth, even in little changes. Ravensong...

Ravensong drags himself from his den at the mention of patrols. While he no longer attended any hunting or border patrols, he often received the leftovers for extra paws in herb gathering. With newleaf in full swing now, they would have more luck. Yet his eyes found themselves fixed on...

Ravensong dips his head in the entrance of the nursery to check up on the Clan's newest resident. The den had been getting fuller much quickly, though he assumes this means more than ever newleaf is in full swing. "And of course, if you feel anything off, you know where my den is." He offered in...

Ravensong nods toward Ferngill. "Not an exact count, but I can rule out a few options." He chuckled. His eyes softened when Iciclefang gave her permission. Although part of the Clan had started to gather around, with curious Minnowpaw and the more sage Brookstorm, he permitted it for now...

Ravensong blinks, sleepily raising his head from his fluffy tail curled over his nose. A faint figure of an orange-and-black cat enters his vision and he recognizes Iciclefang's scent before her appearance. Pregnancy could go sour very quickly, and he had always been flighty about making sure...

Ravensong appears shortly after Iciclefang's disappearance into the medicine den. A nod of gratitude is given to the tortoiseshell and the look in his eyes betrayed that he thought it better she rest. But his tongue is held the moment he realizes that for all of their foresight, a rogue had...

"That's unusual for you," He quips, pleased that Mosspool was willing to cut time out of her day to spend time with him. The life of a warrior had eluded him for so long. He could not say he missed it, but he knew Mosspool was among those who deserved the title unequivocally. "A good choice."...

happens after this thread, this is backwritten opt tags (no need to wait!) @Moonpaw @brookstorm // With the wounded of the patrol having been tended to, Ravensong set his sights on what needed to be done for the Clan's fallen warriors. Grimly he thinks Moonpaw has been getting more experience...

Ravensong smiles at the reaction he is given. He knows how difficult the news had been for Iciclefang, so to see Lilybloom's face brighten and soften at his words makes his heart warm. "Congratulations." He nods to affirm her questioning words. It is exciting, he thinks. Newleaf will see to it...

Ravensong had foolishly believed non-Clan cats, unbound to the laws and order of a Clan, would be easy to pick off. If they had not already claimed the lives of several Clanmates including their leader however, perhaps he would feel in the mood for some conversation while the battle went on. Yet...

Ravensong does not say anything immediately, but the look in his eyes does betray that he had immediately crossed off food poisoning in his mind. A lingering suspicion hangs in his mind as he listens to Lilybloom explain her symptoms. He moves a little closer to examine the she-cat. He's quiet...

"Ah, no, not busy." Comes the reply. Although Ravensong finds himself more exhausted than usual, he holds the opinion that he can distract himself from the aching hole left in his heart from Dovethroat's disappearance by busying himself in more work. The rogues have given him little rest...

Although no cat calls his name, Ravensong has become so accustomed to the scent of blood following these patrols that he instinctively gets to his paws to inspect every patrol that returns to camp. But there is a different, more foul scent in the air, and while he sees motionless bodies be...

It almost feels like a cruel joke. First Moonpaw and now Lichentail. Ravensong almost feels frozen to the spot when Foxtail calls for him. "How badly?" He sputters, before snapping back into reality and mechanically gathering the necessary herbs and cobwebs for wounds. At least, he can only...

He does need something. He knows Lichentail will not be able to provide it, and he winces at the guilt of trying to make her take on more than what she can handle. Who is he to impose on others his heartaches? He is meant to be a medicine cat, steeled and without fierce attachments, so that has...