private BITE MARKS ᨒ mc meeting

[GENTLESTORM]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ He walks alongside his apprentice not faltering in the least despite his newest injury but he doesn't care all that much about it given that he's still alive and he finds that to be more important than being blinded in one of his eyes. He hadn't lost the eye completely but he couldn't see out of it all that well and he doubts that he ever will again, so, he patched it up with some celandine and cobwebs before telling his niece that it's time to head out to meet the rest of the medicine cats. The silver tom can already imagine the reaction of the others and the scorn that would likely appear on Marbleleaf's face when she sees him, his whiskers twitch deciding not to linger on the thought for long considering that Wormwatcher had gotten his revenge or sorta did so to speak. All he knows is that the bond between Shadowclan and Thunderclan medicine cats is severed and he can't find it in him to care enough about that loss at all, he hadn't truly lost anything aside from the bicolored molly that used to walk by his side with Magpiepaw. She had been his friend... Marbleleaf is not.

He slips through the moorland only to continue his path to the caverns that held the Moonstone and his tattered ears twitch at the sound of other pawsteps, he notices Cottonsprig and her own apprentice only to offer her a curt nod of greeting. The grizzled tom settles down in his usual spot allowing Hopepaw to join him and glances towards the rest of them and large paws shuffled so he could be more comfortable especially when he felt eyes on him, probably due to the patch of cobwebs that covered his new trophy from the war that had gone between Shadowclan and Thunderclan, he would recover from it soon enough.

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GENTLESTORMㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✦ㅤagab male (he/it)ㅤ/ㅤbisexual demiromantic, widowed by little wolf
✦ㅤ63 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 27th of the month
✦ㅤmedicine cat of thunderclan for 12 moons
✦ㅤfalling snow x raging stormㅤ/ㅤuncle to hopepaw, coalpaw, cardinalpaw, & braveheart
✦ㅤmentoring hopepawㅤ/ㅤmentored by berryheart
✦ㅤpenned by BossTaurusㅤ/ㅤmessage bosstaurus on discord for plots!
✦ "speech", thoughts, & attacking ; uses brute strength, strategizes before every fight, will tear/maim an enemy, and will end fights
a large, longhaired, and scruffy blue sepia tom littered with several scars, tattered ears, blinded in an eye, and has a pair of earthy toned eyes w/low white

 

[Fireflyglow]

Every single step is laced with exhaustion and irritation, tail flicking into the snow roughly with every swipe. Tonight is supposed to be a positive experience, Fawnpaw was becoming his apprentice officially tonight. It was a celebratory night, he should be happy for him. But instead, he is left grumpy and impatient as he squeezes into the cave the medicine cats had ventured through for many moons now.

"This is the Moonstone, youngling." Fireflyglow introduces his young apprentice to the glowing crystals, dipping his head to the other medicine cats and their apprentices as he arrives. His blind blue gaze settles in the direction of Gentlestorm, blinking curiously at the scent of herbs he had not used before. Had he been wounded? He wouldn't ask about it now, but he makes a point to seat himself a short distance away from Gentlestorm nonetheless.

"I do hope the others are present this time around." He states simply, gesturing to Fawnpaw with his tail to come join him at his side.

@Fawnpaw~​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 29 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] There was a nervousness in the steps Fawnpaw took, mix with exhaustion as well from the journey while he stayed close to his mentor with wide bo-colored eyes. Snow sticks to his fur while following the massive tom into the cave, feeling as it closed in around him until it pooled into a much wider space, in the center of the moonstone which made Fawnpaw stop in his steps slightly to admire it briefly, only for his head to tilt towards the direction of Gentlestorm, judging by his scent he was Thunderclan's medicine cat, alongside him was his apprentice which the boy dipped his head in greetings.

Soon he found his spot next to Fireflyglow, gaze flickering towards the glittering stone once more before shuffling closer to his mentor. He'll be officially made Fi's apprentice tonight, his name announced to the other clan's healers here...tonight, which made him anxious despite knowing he'll be going through this until the day he too joined Starclan. Tail curled around paws while glancing towards the mouth of the cave, expectantly waiting for the other medicine cats to join them.

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FawnpawㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✦ Male (he / him)ㅤ/ㅤHetrosexual/Aromantic
✦ㅤ6 moons oldㅤ/ㅤAges on the 1st
✦ㅤMCA of Skyclan for 1 moons
✦ㅤNPC x NPCㅤ/ㅤN/A
✦ㅤmentoring N/Aㅤ/ㅤmentored by Fireflyglow
✦ "Speak" 𓆩✧𓆪 Thoughts
✦ㅤpenned by Rynnarooㅤ/ㅤmessage Rinnaroo on discord for plots!

A lithe fawn tom with blue and yellow eyes, a plumed tail, and adorned in accessories (flower petals, plants, etc.). Fawnpaw appears meek and soft compared to his other clanmates and carries his heart on his sleeves, gentle and easygoing yet has a dash of sass mixed into everything as well.

 

[robinheart]

Her second journey to the moonstone is barely easier than the first, the exhaustion of leafbare weighing upon Robinheart. Ribs that poke out ever so slightly and a slight dulling of usually brilliant yellow eyes tell tale enough that prey is not as plentiful this season for those who dwell in Riverclan. But that will not keep the medicine cat apprentice from doing her duty and coming to this place with her likeminded peers from across the clans.

Plus the memory of Brookstorm's star glistening pelt and their dream state reunion sits at the forefront of her mind, as if she can will it to be true once again the moment she touches her nose to the blessed stone.

As she limps towards the others, the tortoiseshell tucks aside her yearning for another glimpse of her mate in favor of devoting her attention to the gathered medicine cats and their apprentices. She sees Gentlestorm first, plastered in healing herbs and cobwebs, and offers him a subtle look of concern before glancing to Hopepaw and offering a dip of her head in greeting. There was a small amount of kinship to be had with the Thunderclan apprentice who had been introduced the same meeting as herself.

Then to Fireflyglow and Fawnpaw (someone she did not recognize), Robinheart similarly dips her head in greeting, adding a friendly "how fares Skyclan? I see there is a new face joining us medicine cat apprentices," Directed at the large seal point, her soft citrine gaze settled on the young apprentice who sits beside him. He is Orangestar's medicine cat, and Orangestar is her aunt, so it felt meaningful enough to ask.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[MARBLELEAF]

Gentlestorm presumes Marbleleaf will be angry with him, but the pale tabby does not think of him at all as she trudges toward the Moonstone except to be grateful for the solitude. Her mentor had been friends with the oak-dwelling Clan, but when she regards them now, pale and bulky in the stingy light of the halfmoon, she barely spares them a glance. They mean nothing to her — they are thieves and ingrates, at the very least, and brutes undeserving of their titles at the most. A moss-colored gaze skips over them and favors the SkyClan medicine cat instead. Fireflyglow sits where his predecessor had ruled only moons before, his sightless blue eyes shimmering. "This is the Moonstone, youngling," he tells a young cat, whose fur is like buckwheat.

Marbleleaf shoulders her way into the cavern, pointedly sitting a yawning distance from the ThunderClan medicine cat and his apprentice. She hardly spares them a look; what would the point be? They are like Flamestar, used to taking and taking. She seats herself near the WindClan she-cats, kneading the stone floor with her forepaws.

Robinheart of RiverClan is the first to acknowledge Fireflyglow's protege. "I see there is a new face joining us medicine cat apprentices," she says, her voice warm. Marbleleaf purrs and dips her head. "Welcome to Mothermouth, young one. I'm Marbleleaf of ShadowClan." They did not share a border, but they would share a role and this space for seasons upon seasons to come. She remembered the welcoming she'd received from Dawnglare, imposing and frightening; she remembered the way the other medicine cats had barely acknowledged her at all, aside from WindClan's Wolfsong and Cottonsprig herself. She does not wish that to be the case for Fireflyglow's apprentice. "How has training been so far? Do you feel you're learning a lot?"

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[cottonsprig]

The tension between the cats of the other Clans is nearly palpable, as it is every half moon. She knows it too well, having welcomed this life during her mother's reign. WindClan had been slighted again and again for the actions of its leader, something she... understands, to agree, now in her adulthood. She recalls being kind to Marbleleaf, then Marblepaw, because she never wants an apprentice to experience the distance she felt. She wants better for those after them - always has, and always will.

There's a subtle smugness in her glance around Mothermouth as she settles in, @CELANDINEPAW likely following close behind. While Celandinepaw forged a bond between herself and Marbleleaf with (hard won, relative) ease, Cottonsprig works to maintain that between herself and the other Clans. ThunderClan and SkyClan, each slighted by her home once upon a time, now do not see her an enemy. And though maybe one day they will again, Cottonsprig feels content in knowing that Celandinepaw will not suffer from her mistakes. Gentlestorm makes that clear in their brief moments together, and her conversation with Fireflyglow in the depths of the blizzard suggests as much as well.

It's RiverClan that she struggles with - and for reasons that she would personally stand against. Smokestar is dead. The cats that caused her aunt's and Rattleheart's deaths do not matter in the grand scheme of life. Moonbeam has always been kind and Robinheart eagerly welcomes the youngest among them into the fold. She has to figure something out... make it all work in some way.

Her mind prattles on whilst the greetings echo around her. Eventually she returns to the present, dipping her head kindly to Fawnpaw. "You look just about as young as Marbleleaf was," she comments with a smile. She supposes for some, its easier to pull their apprentices straight from the nursery. No harm in that, though unless their mentors were battlehardy, they would not get any fighting experience.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc //

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The walk to the moonstone is quiet. Hopepaw looks up at the moon above, its light dimmed yet still spilling coldly across the land that she and her mentor pad across. She is careful to remain on his good side, where her slow, cautious pawsteps won't cause his anxiety to spike. He has been jumpy since Skyclaw was parading around as a false leader, but now that he's lost vision in one eye, her uncle seems more prickly than ever. More prone to violence. How has so much changed about him, she wonders, as her eyes rake over the wounds across Gentlestorm's broad form. She only tears her gaze away from him when the cavern comes into view, and she follows him inside. They are among the first to arrive, it seems, alongside the WindClan pair. She settles beside him, swiping her tail around her paws; dark copper eyes trail after each new cat as the trail into the blue-lit cave.

Fireflyglow arrives with a new cat in tow, one smaller than herself… and silent. The young cat tips his head in her direction, earning himself a nod in return. "Hello," she says politely, her tail sweeping to wind around her paws. "I'm Hopepaw, ThunderClan's medicine cat apprentice." She is certain that her position beside the much-larger medicine cat makes it clear that she's only an apprentice, but this new medicine cat apprentice seems to be bright-eyed, baby-faced. A kit snatched straight from the nursery. An apprentice likely even younger than the one she had fought in the fight against ShadowClan. Is it right, she wonders, to force such responsibility onto the shoulders of such a young cat? To burden a wide-eyed child with the bloodied paws of a medicine cat? To force this young SkyClanner to witness tragedy firsthand, to feel the weight of each life that slips through even the most careful, doting paws? She had been older than the SkyClan apprentice is now, when she'd been pawing through herbs she didn't recognize, attempting to patch up her uncle's wounds before he succumbed to them. Even more recently, she had lost her big brother to an incurable illness that had overwhelmed him; a freak accident, yet she cannot shake the guilt that threatens to swallow her whole.

To subject an even younger cat than herself to this path… it seems too cruel to imagine. She turns her eyes away from Fawnpaw and scans the other gathered medicine cats. Robinheart receives a dip of her head, the grown apprentice much more tolerable than Moonbeam herself, and then Hopepaw returns her attention to Fireflyglow. Surely he will introduce the newcomer soon enough.

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

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  HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
  
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
  ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[Fireflyglow]

The stares upon his new apprentice, whom is so fresh-eyed and in awe of the beauty of the moonstone. Fireflyglow lets Fawnpaw stare as long as he'd like, for this would be his new normal. He didn't feel guilty for plucking Fawnpaw right out of the nursery as soon as he was old enough; no, he felt it necessary. Fawnpaw was destined to be his successor, as young as he was.

"This is Fawnpaw. He is to be my apprentice." Fireflyglow dips his head to the other medicine cats, their apprentices- he cannot see their stares, cannot feel their judgement even if he cared to. He takes a step forward, letting the glow of the moonstone grace his pale body. Ghostly blues search the stone sightlessly, can smell the mineral-scent in the air, the cool nip of wind at his toes. Even blind, one could feel the ethereal power of the moonstone. Turning slightly, Fireflyglow glances over to Fawnpaw with a gentle smile.

"Fawnpaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of StarClan as a medicine cat?" He asks him softly, wanting to hear a clear answer on the matter. He had discussed it before with him, but this was happening now. His tail flicks, and if he agrees, Fireflyglow would blink. "Then come forward, youngling." He gestures to the apprentice with his tail.

"Warriors of StarClan, I present you with this apprentice. They have chosen the path of a medicine cat. Grant them your wisdom and insight so that they may understand your ways and heal their Clan in accordance with your will." Fireflyglow touches his nose to Fawnpaw gently in reassurance, standing back to let the others admire the new SkyClan medicine cat.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 29 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Moonbeam]

She moves beside Robinheart, hopeful that this meeting will move along better than the last with less new faces and less bad news, slightly less bad blood as more time had passed between battles. She sits quietly as cats move into highstones, eyes watching as she recognizes faces before they land upon one she does not recognize and a small dip of her head is given to the youngest member of their ranks - the newest - Fawnpaw she notes as soon as it leaves Fireflyglow's maw, soon before he continues on with his own apprentice's ceremony, and she remains quiet for now, eyes trained on the youngest member of their ranks to be sure that this is what he wanted just as the other medicine cats had done for Robinheart the moon before.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

• -- shyort post, little rushed! next one will be longer
• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 21 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Fawnpaw's nervousness seemed to all but wash away when the others begin to warmly greet him. First, being Riverclan's apprentice who noted him being a new face amongst the group which return, Fawnpaw dipped his head in greeting allowing Fireflyglow to answer her question on how Skyclan was currently.

Next, Shadowclan's medicine cat who, looked quite young themselves, warrior-aged if he noted. Her name, Marbleleaf who began to ask how his training faired. "Training has been fairing well, and... yes, though it is a lot to take in of course" he lightly explained to the young medicine cat.

Another greeted him, this one smelling of the moors, her fur grey alongside her an apprentice who looked also about warrior age, if not, older than Marbleleaf. Yet her greeting and explanation on Fawnpaw being just as young as he had been, tells him that he was not the only one who had been plucked from the nursery to begin training as a healer, his eyes widening in amazement at such information.

Thunderclan's medicine apprentice next to pipe up, introrucing herself as Hopepaw, and she seemed more a friendlier face than the giant tom that she sat next to, dipping his head in greetings Fawnpaw's attention went back to Fireflyglow who began the ceremony that would officiate him as the healer's apprentice. 'Do you wish to enter the mysteries of Starclan as a medicine cat?' "It is" he breathed out softly.

He moved foward gaze glancing to the rest of those around him before being officially made a medicine cat apprentice, touching his nose against Fireflyglow's own which carried reassurement in it before looking to face the others. This is his life now, and Fawnpaw felt honored to be able to serve his clan, not through brandish claws but through healing paws.

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FawnpawㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✦ Male (he / him)ㅤ/ㅤHetrosexual/Aromantic
✦ㅤ7 moons oldㅤ/ㅤAges on the 1st
✦ㅤMCA of Skyclan for 2 moons
✦ㅤNPC x NPCㅤ/ㅤN/A
✦ㅤmentoring N/Aㅤ/ㅤmentored by Fireflyglow
✦ "Speak" 𓆩✧𓆪 Thoughts
✦ㅤpenned by Rynnarooㅤ/ㅤmessage Rinnaroo on discord for plots!

A lithe fawn tom with blue and yellow eyes, a plumed tail, and adorned in accessories (flower petals, plants, etc.). Fawnpaw appears meek and soft compared to his other clanmates and carries his heart on his sleeves, gentle and easygoing yet has a dash of sass mixed into everything as well.

 

[Moonbeam]

Eyes would watch as Fawnpaw was officially announced under StarClan's blessing as the apprentice to Fireflyglow, as he agreed to the mantle that some sought out and some saw as a plague to stay far, far away from. She offered a smile to the other, a warm congratulations leaving her lips soon after noses touched together and she let the moment sit for a moment - it was a good moment, one of peace and warmth, something to celebrate - long enough for others to congratulate if they wanted before maw opened once more to speak, words she never thought would come from her, more words than she usually spoke at these meetings.

Words she hadn't discussed with anyone other than Gentlestorm before this, in a small passing at the border while herbs were collected.

"I would like to discuss something with you all," A small pause as attention is grabbed once more from those around her, paws shuffling for just a moment as she can see eyes moving towards her from the glow of the moonstone before them. "I know that it's commonplace for our clans to fight, for territory to be fought over no matter who believes what in regards of who the territory should belong to, but I think there needs to be a line somewhere for us, for the medicine cats and our apprentices, whether or not we know how to fight we are our clan's healers, the ones who speak with StarClan every moon."

Eyes shifted over to Gentlestorm for a moment before she continued once more, "It's why Gentlstorm and I believe a new code should be added, to help us do our jobs better for our clans and to help the other clans if politics allow though we know that's not always possible." She'd pause for just a moment while she looked at the other expectantly, knowing that once she was done speaking he'd pick up her words.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

• -- new code time, a joint venture! please wait for @GENTLESTORM to post before responding, sorry this took so long AA
• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 21 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[GENTLESTORM]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ The giant is tired so when he watches everyone introduce themselves to Skyclan's newest medicine cat apprentice does he offer a silent nod though he watches the ceremony unfold recalling that he had done the same for Hopepaw some time ago. His whiskers twitch as Fawnpaw recites the very same words that he had a cycle or so ago, he thinks of Berryheart briefly before pushing the thought of his mentor away and his tattered ears twitch at the sound of Moonbeam's voice. His eyes locking on her for a long heartbeat as she gathers the attention of all the medicine cats present and a small frown pulls his lips downwards as he listens silently not uttering a single word until it is his own turn to speak, he straightens his posture despite how exhaustion tugs at his large form and silently acknowledges all the medicine cats that are present.

The thought of further union between all the medicine cats makes him want to bark with laughter but he has to remind himself of just why he's doing this, Gentlestorm steals a quick glance to his niece then to the group that sit close by and his jaws part to finally rasp "A medicine cat is expected to... stand apart from clan rivalries..." A long pause so those around them can take in his words before continuing knowing that this is for the future of medicine cats and the future of his niece, he would not sever her chances of becoming a better medicine cat or tensions ruin any chance of a bond with the other healers, "They are just as loyal... to StarClan and the other medicine cats as they are to their clan... and can cross other clans' territories without... being chased off."

He's exhausted and relents, he bows down his shield just so that his kin could prosper and those in the future as well, "I've been more than foolish... blinded..." His snout wrinkles at the memory of it and shakes his head with a huff, "But... I wish for... a future that benefits our apprentices and the soon to-be medicine cats when... our time in the living world... is over. So, that if one's mentor falls too early before finishing their teaching... they can seek the aid of another and be taught what they don't know." He shifts his stance so it isn't as straightened or tense as he relaxes to allow his silver fur to brush lightly against the lilac coat of his niece and nods "So, we have... a higher chance of preventing the death of our clanmates."

His ears and whiskers twitch for a heartbeat and he said at last with a curt nod of his helm "I'll do better myself... and give aid where it is needed most..."

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GENTLESTORMㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✦ㅤagab male (he/it)ㅤ/ㅤbisexual demiromantic, widowed by little wolf
✦ㅤ63 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 27th of the month
✦ㅤmedicine cat of thunderclan for 12 moons
✦ㅤfalling snow x raging stormㅤ/ㅤuncle to hopepaw, coalpaw, cardinalpaw, & braveheart
✦ㅤmentoring hopepawㅤ/ㅤmentored by berryheart
✦ㅤpenned by BossTaurusㅤ/ㅤmessage bosstaurus on discord for plots!
✦ "speech", thoughts, & attacking ; uses brute strength, strategizes before every fight, will tear/maim an enemy, and will end fights
a large, longhaired, and scruffy blue sepia tom littered with several scars, tattered ears, blinded in an eye, and has a pair of earthy toned eyes w/low white

 

[MARBLELEAF]

MARBLELEAF

SHE / THEY ◆ SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT

Fireflyglow's apprentice seems friendly enough; the tawny-furred tomcat tells Marbleleaf that his training is going well so far, though it is a lot to take in. She purrs, her whiskers trembling with her smile. "I think we can all agree with that. It is worth it, though. You'll see." She thinks of her failures, of Starlingheart's glassy, dead green eye, of Singeglare's fury, of Sharpshadow's questioning, lingering silver gaze, of Batchaser, throat constricted, and swallows her insecurities as though they're frog bones in a residual mouthful of meat. No need to poison the apprentice before he's had a chance to know what it's like, she thinks.

The SkyClan medicine cat asks Fawnpaw if he wishes to enter into the mysteries of medicine, of walking paw-in-paw with their warrior ancestors, and the young cat nods, his eyes shining with moonlight. "I do," he murmurs, and the other medicine cats watch; perhaps each of them, in their own way, is remembering this moment for themselves, the way their mentors had posed before them, the way their lives had opened into twisting, winding paths that took them so far from the rest of their Clanmates.

Marbleleaf is almost surprised when Moonbeam speaks up after the ceremony. The white-furred she-cat seems to pass some secret message from herself to Gentlestorm. Marbleleaf's fur prickles with unease, though Moonbeam's offering is not one she immediately rejects. "I think there needs to be a line for us," she insists, and Gentlestorm speaks, admitting his follies. The ShadowClan medicine cat shifts, her paw pads twitching. Were you sorry when you were clawing my Clanmates as well as stealing herbs from their mouths?

It is on the tip of her tongue to protest, to reject this naïve proposition the RiverClan healer has pushed toward them, when her periphery catches Celandinepaw's golden fur, the sky-blue gaze of Cottonsprig. She turns to appraise both WindClanners, thinking about the Clanmates they had saved. Without WindClan, Sharpshadow and Batchaser would have died, they reflect, their ears flicking. How can she reject this code, when in some part, she's been following it all along?

Marbleleaf gives her pelt a shake. "I will agree to this. But only if all medicine cats are willing to honor it." Her green gaze flicks from cat to cat, lingering on ThunderClan. "If we are to stand apart from Clan rivalries, then we should not be fighting with the warriors, either." She knows, after treating her Clanmates' injuries, that both Gentlestorm and Hopepaw had participated in the battle against ShadowClan… and if they were all truly willing to concede those Clan rivalries, then fighting against one another was out of the question, in her mind.
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Marbleleaf is the ShadowClan medicine cat. She is thin, with a short fawn tabby pelt; the base color is a dull, almost-gray slate, and the whorling classic stripes are deeper shades of wet sand. She has white facial markings, chest, and paws, an angular face and build, and moss-colored eyes.

Lilacfur x Siltcloud / sibling to Sycamorebloom / mate to none / parent to none
mentored by Starlingheart / mentoring none
13 moons old as of 02/01/2025

penned by Marquette

 

[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The new SkyClanner is, indeed, the new medicine cat apprentice. Fireflyglow presents him as such before StarClan and everyone—Fawnpaw, medicine cat apprentice. She inclines her head to the youngest healer: May your path be smoother than mine. May his mind not be warped by the burden of too much responsibility set on too-young shoulders. Fireflyglow seems confident in his choice, and moves ahead with the rest of the ceremony soon enough. She watches with only a small amount of grief, expressed both for the future that Fawnpaw will face, and for her own future, knowing what she has already faced.

She isn't given long to grieve, however; snowy fur moves, and Moonbeam speaks. A new code for the medicine cats to follow—they stand apart from clan rivalries, and help one another regardless of their clans' relationships. It seems too fitting, coming from the cat who'd learned all she could from Gentlestorm while her own clan planned to brutally kick ThunderClan while they were already bleeding in the dirt. But apparently, Gentlestorm has a paw in this code as well. She looks from the pristine white medicine cat to her rugged, scarred uncle, suspicion in narrowed copper eyes. When had the two of them gotten the time to talk, much less the time to discuss a new medicine cat code? She's supposed to be keeping a closer eye on Gentlestorm, trying to keep him from getting hurt again; when had he managed to slip away without her notice? She says nothing of the proposed code; what would she say, anyway, if she were to stand against it? Her word means nothing in comparison to the fully-fledged medicine cats around her. She thinks that it's a good idea, anyway. The way Gentlestorm throws himself into harm's way at every turn, as though he's searching for the foe that will end his life at last, Hopepaw must acknowledge that someday she could end up like Moonbeam, traveling to another clan's camp to finish her training.

At least, she doesn't say anything until Marbleleaf speaks up, looking at Gentlestorm as she attempts to add her own piece to the code. "No," she says, her voice quiet. A shake of her head sends tufted fur fluttering across her forehead for a moment, and she looks to Marbleleaf with a worn gaze. "If a warrior… or apprentice… attacks me, I will fight back. That isn't a clan rivalry. It's personal." She thinks of the baby-faced beast who had lunged at her, and fights the grimace that plays about her muzzle. She stood with ThunderClan on that battlefield to prevent her clanmates from losing their lives… And—she thinks of the warrior looming over Bugchaser, ready to end the fluffy molly's life over a strip of stolen land, the mere heartbeats she had to throw herself at them and save her friend—she had. "Medicine cats should help each other and heal the ill and injured, regardless of if their clans are at odds. But being killed doesn't help me heal my clanmates." And allowing her clanmates to be killed helps even less.

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

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  HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
  ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[robinheart]

Robinheart displays a look of congratulations towards Fawnpaw as he accepts his position as SkyClan's medicine cat apprentice. She hopes he learns all he can from Fireflyglow and that the gentle giant is as fine a mentor as Moonbeam is to her.

Speaking of, Moonbeam requests their attention once the ceremony is over. Curiosity tickles at the tortoiseshell's mind as her mentor begins to propose a new code, the pieces coming together with Gentlestorm to create an image she knew all too well. This is a code that had saved Robinheart's life… a code that can save many more lives. "I would be dead if it had not been for Gentlestorm's kindness and knowledge in teaching Moonbeam how to set my broken leg… this is a code I wholeheartedly accept," Robinheart murmurs, her brow knit together slightly as she recalls the agony and uncertainty she felt before the ThunderClan medicine cat came to aid Moonbeam. "I am willing to honor this code. And…" she looks to Marbleleaf, "I agree that medicine cats and their apprentices should not be fighting with the warriors. To know how to fight and protect ourselves is vital, but we do not belong in the midst's of battles."​

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[CELANDINEPAW]

Celandinepaw trotted just behind Cottonsprig, their tensions from last moon seeming to slowly fizzle out and be carried away by whistling winter wind. Golden fur shuddered and rippled underneath her as bitter breezes tussled at her sides, picking at her like wide-eyed scavengers bearing needle-beaks. It had gotten to the point where she almost scrambled into the maw of Mothermouth, shaking away the residues of ice and snowflake that clung to her visage. Wheat-hued eyes settled upon the newcomer within the midst, his tousled tawny pelt like a wisp of a leaf, remaining close to his branch (in this case, it was Fireflyglow). He appeared quite young, with kitten-fluff still hanging gently from his angles, as though it were to be shed when winter shed its coat of tender white. "Hi! My name's Celandinepaw. From Windclan." She chirped as she greeted Fawnpaw after Hopepaw, as if it carried undertones of the brilliant sun, despite the half-moon that lingered lazily above. She hadn't much more time to talk to Fawnpaw before Fireflyglow would initiate their ceremony. "Congratulations! You'll do great, I promise." She whispered to the newest medicine cat apprentice, a sunshot smile entering the creases of her countenance, as easily as beams of light filtered into shadow.

As Moonbeam spoke, Celandinepaw quickly assumed a sitting position next to Cottonsprig once more, ears twitching in excitable energy. She and Gentlestorm proposed that they stand beyond the tangled ties of the clans, like they were meant to allay the leashed beasts that the warriors were, or at least walk between the livewires of tension and warmongering. She couldn't say that she didn't enjoy the power to forego the stone-set rules that leaders put into place, at least. The former outsider found the concept of borders to be trite at best, for it only bred division and hatred among those that inhabited the same lands. She couldn't imagine what life would be like if the barn were split up like the territories were in the forest, at least. "I agree. What kind of warrior would attack us, anyhow? They should know that we have very special duties. Anyone can shed blood, but not everyone can clean it up. Without our combined knowledge, the clans would fall before any of us would ever have the chance to be hurt by claws." The wheat-hued molly spoke after Robinheart, though her sunshot cadence seemed to die down in the face of a serious circumstance, like a river rapid waning in strength as it lie along a sandbank. Celandinepaw was not made to fight, to hurt, to kill. She made a vow to herself the day that she became a medicine cat apprentice - never lay your claws on another's body, no matter the reason.

𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧, 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 ( .☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁ ) 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗧, 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗡, 𝗢𝗛 𝗡𝗢

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  ❁ — MEDICINAL EXPERTISE: Celandinepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. Although she is quite new to her position, she also has much expertise with treatment regarding infectious diseases and basic remedies. As for anything more complex... you're better off asking a more experienced medicine cat. WOUNDS — ★★★☆☆ ACHES — ★★★☆☆ INFECTIONS — ★★★☆☆ BROKEN BONES — ★☆☆☆☆ CONTAGIOUS ILLNESSES — ★★★★★ CHRONIC ILLNESSES — ★★☆☆☆ POISONS — ★☆☆☆☆ KITTING — ★☆☆☆☆ TRAVELING — ★★★☆☆​

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  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild. Broad-shouldered and tall compared to her smaller clanmates, she stands out through a Windclan crowd.
  —— Outgoing and terribly saccharine, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan as one of their healers. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed. She also tends to follow her own personal code and will often go for a safe, painless option.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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