camp COUNTRY ROADS — joining(?)

[BUCKFIRE]

〔✦〕When the black she-cat had offered Buck medical assistance in exchange for his help driving off the fox, he had to take a moment to consider her offer. Loners did not know medicine; they either licked their wounds and walked them off or succumbed to them completely. The tabby did not imagine that his minor injury would cause him any issues, really, but the idea of meeting a so-called "medicine cat" was intriguing to the nomad. He would be outright lying if he claimed that he had no interest in getting a glimpse into WindClan's world.

So, back to the Sandy Hollow Buck followed.

Orange hues flick around in amazement as they feast upon clusters of cats and an abundance of new smells. "Whoa," He's never seen so many felines in one place. Where in the world did they all come from? Or were they truly all related in some way, having lived here for generations upon generations? Either way, the brown tabby was fascinated. Buck was witnessing something that other loners would never get the chance to see — a clan camp. All of the tales he's heard over the moons were real. "There are a lot of you." He remarks with a widening, awestruck grin, the sting on his foreleg being shoved to the back of his mind as he focuses completely on taking in the environment around him.

It does not occur to Buck just how territorial the clan cats were, or how wary he should be as a stranger entering their camp. Unbeknownst to him, Hollyhockpurr and Webwing were his only saving graces at the moment, as he would have been shredded to pieces long before he reached the Sandy Hollow had he not been invited back in the first place.

i roam from town to town ( i go through life without a care ) //

• ooc. follows this thread! tagging @hollyhockpurr @WEBWING but no need to wait!
• BUCK — loner, resident of horseplace ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ cismale / he/him pronouns / 30 moons & ages every 24th
  ✦ single / bicurious & monogamous / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  — medium combat difficulty / may start fights, likely will not kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a shorthaired brown tabby with orange eyes. a ruggedly handsome tom, sporting lean muscle and a slightly taller than average stature. there is a nick in his left ear as well as a small scratch on his right lip. he smells heavily of hay and wood chips.
  

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[hollyhockpurr]

The steps taken into WindClan's camp are long and laboring. As the blood dries upon her face, Hollyhockpurr fights the impulses to reach up and satisfy the itch of a dry wound. Thankfully, as they enter camp with a loner in tow, she figures she'll have plenty of outcry to keep her distracted well.

"There are," she agrees with Buck, flashing the handsomely-grinning tom a smile and a knowing look. But the smile soon dwindles as she feels several pairs of eyes fall on her - perhaps some concerned, and no doubt plenty of them questioning and wrinkling their noses. "But mind your manners. Stay humble yet. A lot of us aren't as welcoming as I am." That is to say - even Hollyhockpurr isn't as welcoming as she is right this moment. Outsiders were always regarded with indifference, mild distaste depending on their temperance, until they earn their place. It just so happens that this one had both saved her life, and is pleasing to her eye.

"We would like to see Wolfsong," Hollyhockpurr mews to the nearest questioning cat, cocking her head in the direction of the medicine cat's den. She would march straight in for healing, of course, but with the outsider with them.. she'd find it more disrespectful than anything to bring him in unannounced. "Sunstar may like to know of this, too, if you wouldn't mind fetching him. There's been a fox attack."
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

• hollyhockkit hollyhockpaw HOLLYHOCKPURR
  ━━ TUNNELER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 24 MOONS,, ages every 1st
  ━━ NPC xx NPC
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to NONE
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ | generally healthy​
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[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] Was not everyday that he sees outsiders, be it loners, rogues, or kitty-pets, the boy never really saw them nor pay no mind to them. The only other stranger had been a former clanmate of Windclan before she had been chased away and joined Duskclan only to leave them and found herself here after helping them out during an invasion. So, seeing Hollyhockpurr just stride in with a stranger in tow made his fur bristle slightly but before he could even ask a question she was already making her request before a grimmace appear on his pale face.

She then mentioned Sunstar and a fox attack and he paused briefly before nodding and turning to go get their leader, their injuries would have to wait as in his mind, the first concern was the fox attack and Hollyhockpurr bringing in a stranger into the clan, even if no words came from his tongue, Lakepaw had a lot of questions which he hoped to gain more answers from whence he could but he was already off to get the leader and eventually Wolfsong once things were reported to their leader.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Somewhere beyond the broken lullabies ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Lakepaw ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
  ⭃ NPC X NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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Tagging @SUNSTAR and @WOLFSONG )

 

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── This is not what Wolfsong expected to find when Lakepaw came to summon him. He looks between Hollyhockpurr and the barncat with an unreadable expression, save for the slight twitch of muscle above his sole eye. "Is there a reason you've brought me a wounded loner, Hollyhockpurr?" He moves closer in a sweeping step to peer at her face with a thoughtful frown. Fortunately, no damage to her eyes— WindClan has suffered such wounds more often as of late, though perhaps he should not consider Juncoclaw to be WindClan. That aside, it is a good sign her wounds appear to have slowed in their bleeding, though he is not especially keen to examine the barncat.

Wolfsong moves toward him, a slight narrowing to his stare. "A good reason, I hope," he adds, glancing down at the tom's wounded leg. He doubts they were inflicted in battle against each other; Hollyhockpurr wouldn't take a hostile loner to the middle of camp, so he wonders instead if perhaps they fought a DuskClanner. He draws in a deep breath, but smells only dried blood and moorland wind.
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 46 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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[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ With narrowed eyes as he ducks his head into the conversation, Sunstar repeats, "A fox attack?" Information seemed scarce and haphazardly given — there is suspicion in his mate's clear gaze, measuring the marks across each of the pair. Though he does not do the same as a healer himself, his warrior's skill is more than enough to tell him they had at least not fought against each other. There is a sharpness to the sweeping edge of his attention. Wordless questions prod at both of his warriors. It is true that this stranger would have been chased from their camp without a moment's thought were it not for his escort. But even with it, Sunstar is not feeling generous with the location of their home. His taut, high-held shoulders give no impression of immediate kindness.

"Not just given to our medicine cat, but escorted to our very camp," he amends with the acerbic even tone of a father. (And seasoned authority figure to rascals and troublemakers.) "What became of the fox? Have you at least chased it from our territory?"

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. —
  

  

  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.
  
  
  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has much to prove.

• "speech"

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[BUCKFIRE]

The neutral and even cold regard toward outsiders wasn't unexpected by Buck; he knows that these cats have a reputation for being territorial and wary of anyone not in their world. Not that any of it would deter the adventurous feline, of course. He responds to Hollyhockpurr with a wink, "I am very well-behaved." Well, when he liked to be, anyway. Buck wasn't looking to start a fight, though; this wasn't his turf and he was outnumbered probably a hundred to one.

Sunstar, Wolfsong. There were more of those funny names, essentially two names combined into one. He wondered what his clan name would be... Bucktooth? Buckeye? Just as the brown tabby began pondering, a golden-furred stranger arrives and eyes the wounded pair closely. Was this Sunstar? His pelt was as bright as the sun, certainly, but his mood was bordering on stormy due to Buck's presence in WindClan's camp. Regardless, the barn cat would meet the other tom with a kindly greeting, "How do ya' do?" He does not appear oblivious to all of the eyes on him, nor the potential danger he is in, but he decides to take the situation with confidence and stride.

Then, another massive figure dawns upon his sights — a chocolate-colored tabby with blue eyes that were nearly captivating. These wild cats sure touted some crazy genetics, that was for sure. "Whoa," Buck blinks, straightening his posture as if to see how he matched up standing near this hulk of a cat. His shorter stature was not too big of a blow to his ego, fortunately. He wouldn't even know what to do with all that muscle. "I don't reckon I've ever seen a cat as big as you. You're practically a moose." The lighthearted feline jests, contrasting the tom's apparent stoicness.

Buck realizes that this was, indeed, the aforementioned Sunstar. He seemed important, judging by the way the chocolate tabby carried himself and spoke, so Buck had no issue cutting to the chase and answering him honestly, "It's long gone, sir. Ran it off with its tail in between its sorry legs. It would be nuttier than an oak tree if it ever thinks about showin' its face 'round these parts again." With help from Hollyhockpurr and Webwing, of course. He would have been as good as crowfood if it hadn't been for the others.

"Name's Buck. I've been livin' at the barn for a moon or so." He gestures over his shoulder in the general direction of Horseplace. "I've got to give you credit — your cats know how to fight like hell. They weren't lyin' when they said that you were the fiercest bunch around." It took guts to tussle with the likes of foxes, that was for sure.

𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ✹ . + ˚ · 　 𝐈 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄

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  a horseplace loner, buck is thirty moons. he is a ruggedly handsome tom, sporting lean muscle and a slightly taller-than-average stature. there is a nick in his left ear as well as a small scratch on his right lip. he smells heavily of hay and wood chips.　✦

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