camp AM I ULYSSES // MEDICINE DEN VISITOR

[badgerstripe]

How could she have been so careless? How could Sleekserpent? Flamewhisker's words echo in Badgerstripe's mind, joyful and anticipating; and yet, the clearest of all are her own. How could she have kits in a time like this? Would they be more soldiers for Skyclaw? Would the ruthless leader see her as weak when she is unable to run, climb or jump? Would she be ousted just like all the other liabilities?

The thoughts make Badgerstripe's stomach ache, but at least this fight with the nausea is won. She has still not yet recovered from the mess she made just days prior, in front of everybody. Could everybody know what was truly wrong with her? Would there come a time she could no longer hide it?

It leads her to the mouth of Gentlestorm's den, where a soft herbal scent wafts out. He had been treating cats recently, yes - and offering a refuge to troubled apprentices. They would know, Badgerstripe thinks with a nervous pang. Were they on the right side? Would they betray her? Would she inevitable betray herself?

" Gentlestorm? " the molly calls softly with a tight voice. She ducks her head in, scanning the den briefly with careful green eyes. No guards, no passerbies - it would be just her, Gentlestorm, and the residents of his comforting company. Good, she thinks wistfully as she finally summons the courage to step in, meeting the tom who raises his head from whatever he is doing. When was the last time she had ever been in this den? Perhaps a thorn when she was an apprentice, or a rough bump due to her rambunctiousness as a kitten? Certainly not since becoming a warrior, and not with such a worried aura about her - she expects to see some semblance of surprise or curiosity in Gentlestorm's gaze, and averts her gaze to avoid it.

" I was, uh.. sick the other day. I'm sure you heard.. or saw.. " Badgerstripe begins, shuffling her paws beneath her. Again, she thinks of her talk with Flamewhisker, the scary truth that had been presented to her. It meant the sickness would not be a one time thing, and the already subtle, soft roundness of her belly would continue to grow. How many other experienced queens looked at her and knew?

Badgerstripe can't figure out what to say next. Her mouth opens, then closes, and opens again, remaining agape for a moment before she clenches her jaw. A surge of frustration is barely kept at bay. Deny it as much as she will, Badgerstripe knew the deputy was correct, and that there is no other ailment that plagues her now. Just get it over with, she wills, then opens her mouth a final time to speak again. " Flamewhisker said that I am with kits. Can you tell me anything? " Tell me it's not true, she wills. The uncomfortable feeling in her belly continues.

BADGERSTRIPE ( she/her )​

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( ooc ) @GENTLESTORM but no need to wait! medicine cat residents & visitors at the time only please!

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[GENTLESTORM]

.𓍊↟ DOWN THE BANK WHERE THE DOGS ROAM, POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ ↟𓍊.​

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — His den alone is sanctuary to a few of his clanmates nor does he mind opening it up to anyone else who may find themselves feeling unsafe within their owm home, the silvery tom sighs quietly under his breath as he works despite his own injuries on his side. A hiss is thrown in his direction from the one of the cats he's treating or rather redressing their wounds, he can't help but frown though he doesn't blame them in the slightest knowing that the tough times they're living in is making everyone tense and aggressive. He murmurs an apology to them before his ears twitch at the sound of someone coming towards his den, a low growl of his own slipping out from his throat only for him to forcefully swallow it down as he realizes that it's Badgerstripe.

He hates being tense and ready to lash out but given their circumstances could anyone blame him for his odd behavior, his earthy hued eyes turn to her wondering what may be the issue and she mentions her being ill the other day. He had heard the soft murmurs mentioning it, he blinks his gaze at her as he looks her over carefully from he stands before putting one paw in front of the other. "Flamewhisker said that I am with kits. Can you tell me anything?" Gentlestorm doesn't let his concern show in his face though faint traces of it reveal itself in his eyes for a heartbeat, a frown pulls at the sides of his mouth. A small part of him wishes to call her foolish but refrains from it as he takes a deep breath and sighs with a small shake of his head.

He has dealt with it enough after the death of Berryheart to know what's in front of him and the fact, Flamewhisker mentioned kits after having hers moons prior... It's a nail to the coffin. The pale healer does not know of the plague that is spreading throughout Windclan that's the only good thing about not going to the gathering of clans or the half-moon meeting between the clans medicine cats. Badgerstripe doesn't carry the plague but a lesser nuisance or gift in the eyes of others, his whiskers twitch wishing that she hadn't been so careless. He's curious to whose the sire but he wouldn't dare ask lest it be one of Skyclaw's followers and that thought alone makes his stomach curl with disgust.

His gaze snaps away from the subtle roundness of her belly and focuses onto the to-be mother for a moment longer only to speak "Do you wish to hear what you want or the truth?" His large paws shuffle as the scruffy tom shakes his head once more, "Flamewhisker speaks the truth... Any former queen could tell you the same." It may be unfortunate news to Badgerstripe but it's all Gentlestorm can offer now is the bitter truth and his ears angle backwards brushing against his skull. Hopefully, his words are enough confirmation for her... He could not do anything to fix this so the young warrior would simply need to lay in the pit that she's dug for herself.

⡠﹞AND DOWN BY THE BEACH ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. WHERE NO OTHERS CAN FIND﹝⠢

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 58 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ demiromantic bisexual ; widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The intrusion into the medicine den brings a scowl to Hopepaw’s face. She—yes, she, as the lilac apprentice has begun calling herself, mostly in her own head—moves to rise, but is stopped by the sight theat greets her. Badgerstripe is a young warrior, not familiar but still harmless in Hopepaw’s eyes. Her gaze shifts to her uncle for a moment, watching as he steps closer to the she-cat who asks if she is pregnant. "You look pregnant," Hopepaw says, with a wrinkling of her nose that tells of displeasure. In truth, the girl doesn’t know what she’s talking about—she’d seen Nightbird when she was pregnant, and the lead warrior had looked much, much more round than Badgerstripe does.

No sooner does she say it than Gentlestorm confirms it as fact. Badgerstripe is pregnant, and it seems a little bit like she doesn’t want to be. Lilac ears swivel back against her head—did Leopardtongue feel the same way? Had she felt a sense of impending doom, a prickle at the back of her neck telling her that her pregnancy would spell her end? Copper eyes squeeze shut, and when they open they are clear, devoid of any rising distress. "What’ll you name them?" She asks, her voice dropping low. Conspiratorial. She doesn’t really care much about Badgerstripe, because the warrior was part of the reason Batwing died. But she does care about hearing what kind of names the she-cat thinks are appropriate to name her kits. (Kits with whom, Hopepaw wonders. But she doesn’t ask, because that’s downright rude, even for her.)

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; sister to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive sister to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- "you're having kits?"

orangepaw says, curiously tilting his head off to the side. he certainly doesn't have anything bad to say about it. he thinks kits are great! he doesn't know... maybe when he's older and wiser he will have kits of his own. it would be nice, wouldn't it? to have kits, young ones to take care of and protect and make good warriors of the world? one can only hope, right? he doesn't know where the world will take him. he's sure his mom would be happy if he had kits. his tail curls as he sits up, gently nudging hopepaw in greeting before turning back go badgerstripe.

"are you happy? I think it's a thing to be happy about. kits. kits are good for clans."

he may be naive about some things, but he knows kits are good for a clan. he can only hope badgerstripe will love her kits and help them grow to be proper cats. cats that aren't rude and harsh for no reason. cats that will stick up for those around them, and be brave.

"can... you tell how many there is yet, or is it too soon, gentlestorm?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO USE LOOKING OUT ⋅❁⋅ ITS WITHIN THAT BRINGS THAT LONELY FEELING ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, and a broken left hind leg
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[badgerstripe]

Do you want to hear what you want, or the truth? It's confirmation enough, and Badgerstripe squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. She takes in a deep breath, and then manages a stiff nod at his confirmation. The flatten of his ears, the subtle shake of his head - is he as disappointed in her as she is in herself? Don't look at me that way, Badgerstripe longs to beg, but holds her tongue. She did not come here for conflict, and would not start it. Perhaps she is merely seeing things.

Hopepaw's initial comment is ignored. Badgerstripe would have a hearty chuckle at it, if not for the circumstances. It seems, however, that the current residents show curiosity in her predicament, and she finds she does not have the heart to dismiss them entirely. Hopepaw inquires about names, and a small frown curls Badgerstripe's lips in response. " I guess I haven't gotten that far yet, " she mumbles. " Perhaps I need to have a talk with . . " her voice trails off. She remembers Sleekserpent's alliance.. and a selfish part of her wants to keep that knowledge to herself, even if it comes as obvious to some. She could not stand the scrutinizing looks that could come with a reveal inside this den. " Maybe.. I don't know.. Shrewkit, or Thrushkit.. I guess I won't know until I see them. "

Then comes Orangepaw's questions, tugging at her heartstrings. Was Badgerstripe supposed to be happy? She wants to be - she wants to rejoice in this news, and build a family with their other parent, even if they weren't mates. She wants to chatter about names, and get to know the other queens. Is it something she could learn to enjoy, even in the constant threat of danger, if she tried hard enough to be normal about this?

Badgerstripe summons the strength to smile at Orangepaw, though it wavers. " Yes, I suppose they are. " Good for Clans. Good for ThunderClan. Good for Skyclaw. Her heart aches at the image of her kits becoming apprentices, shipped off to some of the most ruthless warriors and murderers under his watch. Is it all she can do, to sit and wait and hope that Flamewhisker will stand true to her word and pave way for a safe future?

Her gaze snaps to Gentlestorm now. If she wants to fake it until she makes it, she may as well start now. " Can you? " she echoes Orangepaw's question. Her voice falls flat, despite her attempts at sounding genuine and hopeful. How soon is too soon or just right? How round must her belly be until she can know about them?

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