pafp BLANK FAIRY ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 medicine den

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Blessed be the little children who sleep beneath Starclan's watchful eye, and blessed be those meager few who are granted mercy by one arbiter of life and death. Poppykit was not yet due to join the ranks of the stars just yet, Starclan had use for her still in the realm of the flesh, of her paws upon the ground and her spirit touching the living. All was well, Poppykit would fulfill their earthly destiny with all the faithfulness that filled their blood-filled heart. Besides, there remained plenty to learn here.

They huddled in their sick bed, watching the shadowy black form of a cat sway and wobble between patients and piles of herb stock, murmuring something unknowable to Poppykit. The movement was foreign to their eyes, unpredictable yet purposeful in direction. There was a rhythm to it that the kitten observed with rapt attention. He seemed to be in tune with something yet unreachable to her, something she supposed had to do with the unfathomable breadth of knowledge medicine cats were offered by Starclan. Perhaps his whiskers were in harmony with the unseen power of spirit which flowed through the air. In any case, he was surely very knowledgeable.

"Excuse me, Magpiepaw."

Poppykit's first words would be uttered in the pursuit of curiosity. Before, they did not have much use for speaking, there was plenty to learn about through observation alone, so they didn't put in the effort. She supposed she could find some use in speaking now, though, but she did not give it any further thought. Poppykit stared at the odd black and white cat with eyes that were clearer than they'd been in many weeks now, "It was Starclan's blessing that kept death away, yes?"

I could have told you thaaat!

I know. But I would like confirmation from they who's whiskers are in tuned to the rhythm of the stars.

  • OOC: please wait for @Magpiepaw
    RETRO TO JOURNEY!!!
  • poppykit
    — agender they/she. 3mo kit of shadowclan
    — ??? ; child.
    — a tiny, fluffy white and dark red tabby cat with pale, wraithlike blue eyes
    — smells like mushrooms, dust, and foggy night air
    — sounds like lain iwakura, with a flat yet childlike high-pitched tone
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack, 'poppypaw'
    — icon by mercurial, fullbody and pixel headshot by dejavu
    — penned by eezy
  • disclaimer: poppykit is not always operating completely within reality! they are affected by some delusions and may see, hear, react to, and interact with things that are not actually there. most notably, she will believe herself to have interactions with starclan as a whole and specifically, the deceased shadowclan apprentice Poppypaw. these are not reflective of ic reality and are not real interactions with starclan or deceased characters! this is not an attempt at powerplaying, godmodding, or metagaming.
 

The question was a wonder to him, when Starlingheart was so readily there why come to him with queries on the stars, seeking answers to the mysteries. Was it his age? He supposed being younger meant he was much closer to them than his older mentor was, less a saint to witness from afar and instead another beast whose belly scraped the ground. He once found the new generation irritating, didn't like all the kits roaming about but now he felt much more comfortable with their presence. Kits were a sign of a healthy clan, it was dead kits that now filled him with dread.

"...no. StarClan doesn't save cats...medicine cats do." He used to think similar, that the stars decided who lived and who died and they had a plan unique to every cat but what plan could he comprehend that allowed the youth to die young, the sick to fade in an instant. No, StarClan were overseers above all else - flawed as the living and cobbled together by many cats who had perished; making a collective of mixed minds all with their own ideals. His faith was placed into them, but he didn't seek to abandon himself fully to their whim.
"StarClan guides us, aids in whatever way they can but they can not stop death the same way no herb can guarantee life."
His eyebrow arched, skeptically and amused, "...why do you ask?" It felt strange to feel so sage, he was once a curious wandering kitten himself not too long ago but oddly enough becoming Starlingheart's apprentice felt like adding additional moons to his soul, he felt more haggard than a mere apprentice at times; felt as though he'd lived lifetimes others would never see.
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So sorry on the delay on this! </3