WOLFSONG
ᚾ INN SKYGNA ᚾ
- Dec 18, 2022
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──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── His mate is strong and passionate, and as Wolfsong expected, Chilledstar's blow is received as but a kitten's swat. The fire may have stolen Sunstar's limb, but he never stands so steadily as he does defending his clan, the cats he has sworn to protect and guide. Though the chasm splits them still, Wolfsong is fiercely proud of him, and that pride is why he laughs when Lichenstar sets upon him, glancing at Cottonpaw with a crinkled eye. "I'm flattered someone believes so much in my charm," he murmurs, instead of questioning whether Lichenstar would ever have held Beesong responsible for Cicadastar, or Ravensong, or Berryheart when RiverClan lost Sunningrocks. No, he doubts that. Hypocrites to the last, always.
With his head still tilted toward his apprentice, he does not notice Lilacfur's paw before it has struck his ear, and for a moment, he does not move. Then he drags in a steady and deep breath and slowly faces her, the faint burning of his torn ear swallowed by the eerie calmness that settles over him like fog a still lake. "Ah, ShadowClan. Twice today you mock the stars. It seems Granitepelt must have left with all of your sense, scarce as it was." The moon darkens, and in the absence of its silver light, the chill swallows the breath of every tree and greenleaf flower. "Do it again. StarClan will close their eyes to the wriggling of your tongue in the dirt, where it will fight the worms for a chance to burrow through your empty ears." The shadows retreat, and Wolfsong once again finds Starlingheart's silhouette in the cold clearing. "Unlike Lichenstar, I do not hold you responsible for your clanmates' actions tonight, but I will say they do not deserve you. Be well on your journey home."
With his head still tilted toward his apprentice, he does not notice Lilacfur's paw before it has struck his ear, and for a moment, he does not move. Then he drags in a steady and deep breath and slowly faces her, the faint burning of his torn ear swallowed by the eerie calmness that settles over him like fog a still lake. "Ah, ShadowClan. Twice today you mock the stars. It seems Granitepelt must have left with all of your sense, scarce as it was." The moon darkens, and in the absence of its silver light, the chill swallows the breath of every tree and greenleaf flower. "Do it again. StarClan will close their eyes to the wriggling of your tongue in the dirt, where it will fight the worms for a chance to burrow through your empty ears." The shadows retreat, and Wolfsong once again finds Starlingheart's silhouette in the cold clearing. "Unlike Lichenstar, I do not hold you responsible for your clanmates' actions tonight, but I will say they do not deserve you. Be well on your journey home."
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— ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
— ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..." -
— ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
— ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you. -
— ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
— ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck. -
— ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
— ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.