Flamewhisker
a little bit stronger °✩₊
- Jun 7, 2022
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Red ears perk at Little Wolf's call. Was it true? Had they really found the cure? She pushes her way to the front, and she feels her heart leap to her throat. We found it! There was so much of it...enough for every clan. The others pile in, and with Magpiepaw's instructions, they begin to pick the plants. She watches the other clan's begin to pick their own, and she feels herself growing anxious. This was the moment her clanmates back home had been the most nervous about. They had spoken their fears about the others attacking them, and taking the lungwort for themselves....but that didn't seem to be happening. I'm not letting my guard down. They had traveled this far together with little quarrels, but this moment would make or break everything.
The cure to fix their sick clanmates was right in front of them. Cloudyfur...Owlear...we're coming. she promised silently, leaning down to pick a plant. Her gaze lifts as she watches others continuing to harvest. What if Flycatcher is sick? Or Sunfreckle? Or Falconpaw? Her throat strains, imagining her mate or son laying in the medicine den. What if they returned home, and didn't bring enough back to their clanmates? What if [everyone was sick? Her pelt twitched anxiously, and she padded over to the closest clanmate of her's, Stormywing. "Pick as much as you can. We must bring back all we can carry." She knew the younger molly would, but she wanted to ensure Thunderclan had enough. She leaned down to pick another plant, setting it in a small pile protectively by her paws.
The cure to fix their sick clanmates was right in front of them. Cloudyfur...Owlear...we're coming. she promised silently, leaning down to pick a plant. Her gaze lifts as she watches others continuing to harvest. What if Flycatcher is sick? Or Sunfreckle? Or Falconpaw? Her throat strains, imagining her mate or son laying in the medicine den. What if they returned home, and didn't bring enough back to their clanmates? What if [everyone was sick? Her pelt twitched anxiously, and she padded over to the closest clanmate of her's, Stormywing. "Pick as much as you can. We must bring back all we can carry." She knew the younger molly would, but she wanted to ensure Thunderclan had enough. She leaned down to pick another plant, setting it in a small pile protectively by her paws.
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talking to @STORMYWING
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FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
— Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
— she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
— mother to Stormpaw & Falconpaw
— 24 moons ; ages on the 20th
— Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
— will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
— "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
— penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
— link to toyhouse
— funny guy art by waluigipinball