camp Attacked by a flower || Prompt

[Quietcrow]

Small butterflies, some with white wings and some with cream, float right above Quietpaw's ears. It led to an internal argument with himself about whether he should or shouldn't try to catch them in the air. He was built for running, not jumping, after all. Since his mind was preoccupied, his white paws took over, and the black Tom followed the colorful bugs.

The spectacle was short-lived; the butterflies found where windclan's wildflowers grew and fluttered among the petals. Quietpaw watched as they played, unaware of their potential demise. Or maybe they were laughing at him, the silly apprentice who couldn’t decide what to do when not ordered around.
Quietpaw sighed and was about to leave when a certain flower caught his eye. A dandelion. With a swipe of a white paw, the seeds detached from the dandelions stem, rising up into the air. 'I want to be brave.' A simple wish for a simple cat.

Starclan must have been listening, and wholeheartedly agreed. The wind picked up and sent all the fluffy white seeds right back in Quietpaw's face. They clung to his fur! He tried to paw them off, but not only could he not get them off, one went directly in his eye! "Help," Quitepaw called out, "please." His cries weren't very loud, but he felt as though he were screaming.

'This is how I die, losing a battle to a flower' Quietpaw should have wished for something peaceful, like an old butterfly passing away, so he didn't have to decide whether or not to jump and catch one.
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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Help. Such a simple call, yet one that conjured up immediate panic in Rattleheart, dirtied white paws slamming rapidly into the ground as they sprang forth from the nearest tunnel. "Quietpaw! Quietpaw, what's wrong?" They expected to see some kind of threat as their attention rapidly shifted from side to side, searching for what had prompted the apprentice's cry for help. Perhaps one of Sootstar's loyalists had returned, or Thunderclan hadn't actually gotten rid of all of the wolves that had been terrorizing them? The thought of a wolf terrorizing the moors made their blood run cold, only for all of the urgency to go rushing out of them when they realized what was actually going on.

For a moment they just stared, unable to keep the strange mixture of relief and annoyance off of their face.

Without any vicious beasts to try and face down, the lead warrior just strode forward, one paw lifting to brush the scattered white seeds from Quietpaw's face. "It might be a good idea not to call out like that, Quietpaw. I thought you were in danger, not that you got yourself into a tussle with a dandelion." Their claws slipped out as he continued brushing through the young moor runner's fur, just enough to actually tug the seeds from where they had made themselves comfortable in his coat. When they stepped back the annoyance had faded from their expression, replaced by amusement as they took notice of the seeds that they hadn't managed to pull free. "Maybe I actually should've just left you like that. With them all you could look like a nice balance of black and white, just like me." Though, as much as Rattleheart adored flowers of all kinds, even they could admit that dandelions weren't one of their favorites once their bright yellow petals eventually dried out and were replaced by a seed head of scattering white.

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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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Hunting for dandelions himself —the yellow, ripe sort— Wolfsong, too, overhears a terribly quiet cry, just barely carried by the breeze. He was not as close as Rattleheart to the source, so when he first sees the tunneler's back, lacking the typical signs of distress, Wolfsong calms. When he draws nearer, he realizes that they're grooming Quietpaw— no doubt the cry's owner, he assumes, given its soft volume, and it appears the source of the apprentice's panic is a dandelion. Not, unfortunately, the sort Wolfsong can whisk off to the medicine den, but regardless, he exhales a rough, amused snort.

Not a genuine threat, then.

"Perhaps I should inform Sunstar that Rattleheart has defended WindClan from a most deadly foe," he says dryly, turning his head into the wind. "Come, Quietpaw— let me see your eye. Did one of the seeds strike you there?"
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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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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ It is not the apprentice’s cry that brings the lead warrior striding over, but instead her own sibling’s response. Rattleheart’s panic spurs on her own, though she trails after the black and white tunneler with less urgency. If the wolves have returned, then she has no reason to throw herself to them. So she remains a few tail-lengths behind Rattleheart as they approach the panicking apprentice. Their fears are eased quickly, it seems, as Quietpaw’s predicament is made clear. He hasn’t been attacked or harmed; he has merely found himself the victim of curiosity. Perhaps he thought that the dandelions would make for good decoration, given the way their fluffy white contrasts against his dark coat.

Whatever the reason, Quietpaw’s outburst has brought the golden-striped healer as well, and though Rattleheart attempts to swipe the dandelion fluff from Quietpaw’s pelt, their attempts cannot catch them all. Wolfsong assesses the apprentice, seeming more amused than annoyed, and Scorchstreak flicks an ear in a show of her own amusement with the situation. "What’s the verdict, Wolfsong? Has he lost all sight in that eye?" Her question is asked in jest—surely a scattering of dandelion seeds could never take away a cat’s sight—but her voice is flat as usual. Whether or not Quietpaw takes it as such is entirely up to the apprentice’s viewpoint.​

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Help to Frightkit was more like a drip of blood into infested waters. A grin immediately filled her maw as she paused whatever insignificant thing she was doing to perk her ears in the direction of the call. She'd quickly learned in her young life that when a cat cried out like that, something exciting was happening! Usually, because it was one of her fellow nursery members who either got stuck somewhere or needed assistance with a big-kid task. Either way, the girl's little paws were scrambling to the scene.

But when she finally arrives, right behind Scorchstreak, giggling when the woman's attempts to knock off a dandelion seed sent it flying. Crouching low, the girl would leap into the air and bat at the fluffy seed before it could float away. Inspecting the plant in her paw, she'd look up abruptly at Scorchstreak's question. "These can take out an eye!?" Fry would exclaim, looking back down at the item in her paw. Cool.
Shaking it off her paw, Frightkit would bounce around the gathered cats, hoping to get a look at Quietpaw's ruined eye. "It didn't hurt when I touched it! Am I immune?"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[BLUEFROST]

A low, scattered cry for help sends WindClanners scrambling toward the clearing. The breeze tussles Bluefrost’s thick gray pelt as she pads near the back of the procession, green eyes luminous as she tears them across Quietpaw’s pelt. The apprentice rubs at his face—his pelt is littered with dandelion scraps. It’s easy enough to surmise what had happened, and though Sunstar’s council jeers goodnaturedly, Bluefrost’s muzzle twitches with a silent scowl. Her mother would never have tolerated such weakness—is it a bad thing, then, that the warriors, that Wolfsong, comes to his aid after such a frivolous incident? Is it a bad thing that there is laughter on their tongues, in the shine of their eyes, rather than snarls and derision?

She doesn’t know. She sits, watching Frightkit bat at a stray dandelion and proclaim it does not hurt her. She asks if she’s immune. Bluefrost levels Quietpaw with her neutral green stare and murmurs, “You must be a fiercer warrior than Quietpaw, then.”

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[Quietcrow]

Thankfully, his call had been heard across camp. His left eye still stung even though the seed had swiftly been taken care of by Rattleheart. Quietpaw was an apprentice but still relayed on others like a kit, his blue eyes watering not due to his feeling weak but because a dandelion had defeated him with a quick poke in the eye. Having sits down, he raises black and white paws, and rubs his face hard so his tears can't be mistaken for fear. "I'm sorry,, Rattleheart,, thank you," His apology was almost inaudible. Quietpaw was amazed by what could be heard from a tunnel, but this was also the lead warrior he was talking to.



Becoming blind was definitely surprising to hear. For some reason, the thought didn't bother him as much as troubling others. Worries grip his heart daily, but Wolfsong was a highly important member of his clan with just one blue eye to take in the world. Looking up at the medicine cat, his puffy black face could be seen once more with his chin up. No, he wouldn't shrink away from his prognosis. "It just stinks a bit," he confessed. It took more effort to speak louder, but Quietpaw already learned that it's better to get it right the first time.



Frightkit certainly lived up to her name. Quietpaw was completely unaware of her presence until she declared herself, turning to look but catching Bluefrost's uncaring words and blank face instead. The she-cat's words stung, and despite his best efforts, he took them to heart. Black ears slicking back in was his only response, choosing to look back at the kit. "What a,, brave warrior you'll be,, Frightkit" he praised her with a smile.

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