BY THE WAYSIDE [ ˚❀༉‧₊ ] WORMWATCHER

[Starlingheart]

This past week had been perhaps one of the most taxing week of her life. But with Chilledstar laid to rest in their grave and her sister awake she could finally afford to relax, to breathe. She moves to the entrance of her den and settles onto her hind legs, tail sweeping close to her body and green eye blinking out at the bright green-leaf sun as it dances through the pines. No sooner has she sat down to relax though, does a familiar face start heading her direction. She should have known, a medicine cat's job was never truly done, after all. Not that her clan would ever hear her complain. She would hold her head up and keep going, no matter how tired she was, no matter how beaten and defeated. She had taken a vow, after all.

Wormwatcher is familiar in the way she supposes any clanmate could be. At the time she had become an apprentice, he had been on the verge of warrior-hood. Two totally different worlds kept them from being close, that and her ex mates tendency to keep her distanced from everyone but him. She watches him approach, face drawn in a neutral line, impassive and unreadable, until he drew close enough for conversation to be possible without shouting. "Evening" she says politely, dipping her head in greeting and the faint smile finds itself on her features "Is there- is there something you need or did you j-just come to say hello?"

// @Wormwatcher

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

 

[Wormwatcher]

✧*:.｡. It was a decent day so far, in lieu of all that the clan has dealt with in the prior days. Wormwatcher feels suffocated, however; he feels a deep unease, causing him to just go through the motions of the day absentmindedly. It causes him to not be as cautious out in the marshlands, not as spry whilst on a hunting patrol. He feels weighed down, perhaps by the odd feeling of grief which seems to hang over every feline of the clan. The usually indifferent tom was puzzled by his feelings and could not even be half-surprised when he padded headlong into a bramble bush- it was a heedless and preventable mistake, but he had been occupied by his discomfort, his body moving without any direction by his consciousness. He was not even embarrassed when he tumbled into the bush, too focused on his neurosis. A thorn pinches into his nose, crimson welling and beginning to dribble down his lip. He feels a sting of pain from his paw and he looks down, lifting a forepaw up to investigate and he frowns. He could easily grasp the thorn with his maw and remove it, but instead he looks up at the npc patrol and excuses himself with a guffaw, making a quip about how the bush had jumped out at him.

Now, he presses into the medicine den, teetering as he limps in. He crunches his nose as the scent of unusual herbs wafts through his nostrils. He clears his throat as his eyes quickly adjust to the dimness of the den. Usually, he would not waste the Starlingheart's time with such an insignificant wound, but he found himself drawn here. Surprisingly, the cat he was looking for was right there in the entrance to her liar. "Ah, got in a standoff," Wormwatcher mews, raising his injured paw up with an exaggerated wince of pain. "It's uh… really stuck in there," he lies, waving his paw around. He looks Starlingheart up and down before pressing besides her to enter into the den and he casts a glance around before plopping down on his hindquarters around the center of the den. "Could ya help?" He tilts his angular head sideways and adds quickly, "Please?"

✧*:.｡. ~ aren't i enough? ~

• ooc
• wormwatcher —— ✧*:.｡.shadowclan warrior, he/him, homosexual, 29 ☾

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[Starlingheart]

It is when he moves again that she takes note of the limp that she had missed before. A frown crosses her features then, her brows creasing in worry. Before she can even ask, an answer is provided. A standoff he says and she thinks to herself with a rosebush? she does not voice her amusement though, instead she just nods slowly "Of- of course" she says, turning back to her herb stores to grab cobwebs, some horsetail just in case.

"Let me see it" she touches his paw gingerly as she speaks only to find that the thorn is in fact, not super deep as he says. Her whiskers twitch in mild amusement "Well, I think-think you'll live though I would hate to - hate to see how you react to a real wound" she teases mildly. Even still, she grips the end of the thorn with her teeth and pulls it out swiftly and expertly. Funny, isn't it, how far she's come from the old days when it was her who had gotten a thorn imbedded in her own paw. "You should be- should be fine to return to patrolling now, provided you don't make-don't make any more thorn bushes angry at you" and she hadn't even needed any herbs or cobwebs. It was always a good day when that was the case.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training