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[Quietcrow]

Quietpaw's favorite pastime is collecting little trinkets for his stash pile located near the apprentice den. It gives him a sense of purpose and is a good distraction when he has no tasks to do. It's not really a nest since he doesn't sleep in it; it's more like a hangout spot for himself to relax. To most cats, it's a shallow hole full of trash, but it means a lot to Quietpaw. The outer layer of it is comprised of dead plants and grass to try and blend into its surroundings. But the inner layer contains Quietpaw's treasures, full of bird feathers, and in the middle are three smooth stones with flowers on top. While birds are not uncommon, getting a good-condition bird feather is.

Luckily for him, some cats had just dropped off a blackbird in the fresh kill pile! Quietpaw is so excited, he could scream. He gave his nest one more quick glance before trotting over to the fresh kill pile. To find that some cat already beat him to it! Quietpaw stares hard at the bird slowly being eaten before creeping over to the other cat, just trying to have lunch.

"Oh, umm..." Quietpaw mumbles, "Do you,, umm,, mind if I ,, the feathers before they break?" He manages to squeak out somewhat of a sentence.



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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Collections are not such an odd hobby; many WindClanners weave flowers and feathers into their nests, and not solely for comfort but for enjoyment as well. Brightly-colored flowers and feathers with interesting patterns are not necessary for insulation or pliability, but they are beautiful, and falling asleep enveloped in delightful scents is a welcome solace after long days of sprinting across the moors or through the tunnels. When he was pregnant and Sunstar hunted for him, he also brought feathers for their nest belonging to birds of skill and cunning, some of which Wolfsong still has, tucked away and out of use for purely sentimental reasons, along with the shriveled remains of Sunflowermask's butterfly wing.

Newleaf and greenleaf are perfect for lining nests with new material, and though these feathers are not quite as colorful as other birds', Wolfsong strips them and sets them aside to leave for any nests. Perhaps the kits would like to play with a few of them, too.

His one-eyed gaze finds the source of approaching pawsteps, and he waits for Quietpaw to finish before speaking. "What am I meant to mind or not mind?" Oh, Wolfsong is fully aware that the darker feline wants to whisk away the feathers; that much is easily inferred, but it will not harm the apprentice to work on fully voicing his wants.
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ 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.

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[Quietcrow]

The black apprentice's anxiety was eating him alive. Quietpaw really did consider making a break for the feathers and taking off. Rather than having to communicate with Wolfsong. But the medicine cat was much too swift, and that's much too bold for him, even if the thought did cross his mind. Quietpaw could back off, but the shiny black feathers were incredibly tempting. Not that his collection didn't have plenty of feathers; it was just that the black tom was terrible at not breaking them in an attempt to make it perfect.

But it was always missing something; his mother's nest was much softer than any flowers or feather he could find. And when he finally finds his family again, the nest has to be perfect for them to sleep together again. And those feathers were being added! Or at least one. 'You can do this,' he told himself. Just as soon as his teeth would unclench.

Wolfsong was one of the most generous cats in the clan. For Starclan's sake, he's the medicine cat. The other cat had even managed to pick the feathers off already without breaking or bending them! With Quietpaw's mind made up, he opens his mouth to try once again. "The bird's feather,, mind if,, I could,, have one?" The sentence slowly came out in just above a whisper, and while it took a minute to come out, Quietpaw was kind of proud of himself. "Please," he finished.​

 

[dimmingsun]

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Dimmingsun honestly feels a bit sorry for the apprentice, watching the scene unfold while his jaw works on taking apart the prey of his own. Wolfsong is the type whose wraith is only ever justified, rearing its head towards those who truly deserve its force - but even then, Dimmingsun imagines the medicine cat to be an almost intimidating presence to the younger ones who don't know any better. Quietpaw, with that very fitting name of his, looks about ready to bolt.

He doesn't. Dimmingsun hates to stare when he hasn't been invited to, but he can't help himself. His mind repeats encouraging words right up until Quietpaw manages to truly voice what he wants.

"Tormenting him?" he asks - only after swallowing down a mouthful of rabbit -, amusement making it obvious he doesn't think ill of Wolfsong for forcing a proper question out of Quietpaw. His eyes rest on the black apprentice then. "Interested in showing off your collection? I'd love to take a look, if you let me. Maybe tell a story or two."

˗ˏˋ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ / ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ´ˎ˗ ᓚᘏᗢ 03.17.24

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• DIMMINGSUN ⸝⸝-- WINDCLAN -- HE/HIM -- 32 MOONS

  ✦ Large golden-brown tom with green eyes.
  ✦ Penned by ˏ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣 ´​
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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Quietpaw was certainly an odd little apprentice. He tended to remind Rattleheart a bit of herself when she was younger, albeit with her anxiety that had existed back then ratcheted up to an unholy level. Though she had never exactly relished the isolation that she and her littermates had experienced in their birthplace, even she could admit that the lower number of cats had made it easier for her to adjust to socialization. A grace period that Quietpaw hadn't gotten. That alone was enough to make her sympathetic to his plight, even if she could barely keep her whiskers from twitching in amusement as she watched the exchange between he and Wolfsong.

Her own meal sat abandoned at her paws as she got up, mostly finished save for a pile of bones that she would dispose of soon enough. Nodding to both Wolfsong and Dimmingsun, she chuckled and shook her head at the latter's words. "I'm not sure I would call it torment. There's nothing wrong with learning how to properly ask for what you want." It was a skill that would likely serve Quietpaw all throughout his life, whether it came up related to things like friends, mates, or even interclan politics. Though something told her the apprentice wasn't eager to get involved in those anytime soon. "You did very well, Quietpaw. Although you may want to work on your volume, for the sake of poor Wolfsong's hearing." Her tail was held high as she looked between Quietpaw and Wolfsong, hoping that the medicine cat was similarly impressed by his show of bravery. Although if he wasn't, she was sure it wouldn't be long until another blackbird ended up on the freshkill pile.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 49 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[sunlitpaw]

A brief meal with one of her parents was a highly appealing idea after a patrol across the moors, parting from Foxglare's side with a gentle hum to pad across camp toward the slowly growing cluster of cats. Sunlitpaw didn't intend on staying long: for all the courage she's managed to accrue since the arrival of new-leaf and her tutelage under Foxglare, she still found herself hesitating staying by Wolfsong's side for too long. It was too kittish of her, to continue to trail around behind her ðir. She follows behind Rattleheart to move in next to Wolfsong with a mrrp of greeting, seating herself and sweeping her feathered tail around her paws.

There's a sense of courage Sunlitpaw can find in watching Quietpaw try to navigate conversation - it's almost a mirror into the past, although said "past" was only a few new moons ago. Rattleheart's gentle chastising softens Sunlitpaw's eyes - she wonders if this many cats around would freeze up the apprentice entirely. Stars above, Sunlitpaw knew the feeling very well. "Do you have a hawk's feather?" Sunlitpaw questions with a soft tilt of their head. "They're very beautiful, but kind of rare. For their danger, I think they're my favorite bird." She hopes gentle conversation from her and Dimmingsun will help ease the apprentice's nerves, but if Quietpaw is how Sunlitpaw used to be, it would not outweigh the nerves of cats crowding around them.
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𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦, ———— 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚.

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  sunlitpaw

  
  

  — they / she, 8 moon old moor-runner apprentice of windclan. mentored by foxglare
  — a large yet timid chocolate tabby-tortoiseshell with spring green eyes
  — sunstar x wolfsong, sibling to rivepaw, bearpaw, singedpaw, & featherpaw
  — full length biography
  — penned by izanami, contact on discord @nullmoons for plots or threads :)

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[Quietcrow]

A habit that is installed in any young introvert is to be aware of your surroundings. Quietpaw‘s thoughts were consumed by the black tool that allows blackbirds to fly. Too focused. Classic rookie mistake.

The smooth new voice set Quietpaw jumping right out of his skin. Leaf as a prefix might have been a more appropriate name, because Quietpaw was shaken like a leaf. Not that Dimmingsun was not very friendly, which left the black Tom feeling bad about his overreaction. His mind was reeling between wanting to say agree and disagree, and embarrassment was growing. Totally surprised that any cat would be interested in his collection. All he could do was smooth down his ruffed fur and give the golden warrior his best-shaken smile.

Well, it's a good thing Quietpaw managed to calm down so those around him could see his soul flying into Starclan. Well, at least it felt like it to him! Rattleheart's words breezed right through the anxiety rising within him. Any apprentice would be thrilled to hear such praise. Talking was something that most would guess was a problem for him just from his name. But his volume was too. The small black bundle of fears took the recommendation with a heavy heart. Quietpaw nodded his head, downcast. It was good advice. He wondered if his own parents would find how low he speaks a problem too, which left him feeling awfully deflated.

Luckily, a change in conversation came from a brightly colored tortoiseshell apprentice. Unfortunately, Quietpaw felt like the smushed flat rocks that lay deep within his soft collection. Giving his head a good shake in an attempt to clear his thoughts and unintentionally answering Sunlightpaw’s question about his collection. Feather? 'The whole reason your here, mousebrain' he sternly scolded himself.

Sunlightpaw was right "They're,, pretty,, one day maybe " the small black Tom voice shook but was able to finish. The only bird feathers he as were ' rescued' from the prey pile. But he made a mental note in case he had ever found a hawk feather to not pick it up so Sunlightpaw's could find it instead.
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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Quietpaw tries again at Wolfsong's prodding, and though this second attempt requires his keen attention in order to hear him at all, it is much improved from the last request. Perhaps his decision is, as Dimmingsun jokes, tormenting the apprentice, but a little such torment here and there isn't so terrible for those at his age. Pressing the boundaries can be a necessary discomfort for growth, a topic he will have to broach with some of his own children— and one that Rattleheart appears to agree with, judging from her answer to Dimmingsun and her comment for Quietpaw. Seeing Sunlitpaw, he gives her a smile and tips his head before turning to regard the black feathers with a thoughtful eye.

"Just the one feather, Quietpaw? You may take more than that if you wish," he invites with a gesturing paw, indicating the small pile with a brief, hovering wave. "Any leftovers will be given to the nursery."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ 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.

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[Quietcrow]

The thought of the nursery brought a small smile to Quietpaw's face. His time chasing feathers in the nursery is a cherished memory. "One,, is okay." His moments were slow, eyes repeatedly checking between the cream medicine cat and his target. But he wasn't stopped, so he grabbed the feather and bounced off into a less crowed area.

Despite his original goal being to add it to his nest, it now holds a lot more value for the young Tom. Instead, the black feather was neatly tucked into his black chest fur. It won't stay there forever, and it's not very noticeable, but he felt an earned prize deserved a little display.

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