DEEP SEA PASTURES \ wolfsong

[FEATHERSPINE]

He couldn't believe he was actually doing it. When had he let himself drift, like a feather on the wind, to the whims of a demanding voice? But Pinkpaw hadn't really been demanding. She'd said please and everything- as much as she annoyed him, there'd been buried hurt in her eyes. All through kit-hood, tunnellers had been grimy, mucky, everything Pinkpaw said was horrible- and now she was them. It was almost laughably cruel, but it was the way things had to be. Sootstar was their leader- everyone followed her for a reason. If Pinkpaw being a tunneller was the way to keep them all safe, then...

For Featherpaw, it had to make sense that way. Equally, though, she had made a promise- dressing herself in as mature a coat as she could manage, she poked her head through the entrance of her ðir's den, thankful to find him alone.

"Wolfsong?" Eyes usually set hardy and sharp softened a little in the presence of her kin. A scowl of contemplation rather than bitterness sat on his face. Oh, did she feel like an idiot asking a question like this, knowing it was likely a no. But... a promise was a promise. "C- c- c... may I ask you a question?" Vague, but- it pushed the prickling embarrassment away, a little. She settled a little closer.​

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He is...glad, in a way, that only one of his kits must disappear below the earth. He respects the role they play, of course, but it is difficult to shake the worry of losing Singedpaw to unstable ground, as they did Dazzlepaw so many moons ago. If more of his children were required to toil there, Wolfsong does not know that he would get much of anything done; he would find reasons for his herb patrols to linger outside the tunnel entrances, where few useful plants grow, if only to be close by should the worst happen.

He carefully brushes dirt off of a dandelion's roots before adding it to the other stores. In truth, he still worries for his children who train above-ground as well, and it is frustrating to be such a fretful creature. Their fates are not his to meddle in— and yet he would fight it all the same to keep them safe.

His sole eye blinks as Featherpaw's voice calls his name. His head turns toward her, the rest of his body following shortly after. She looks unharmed, though the scowl on his face is one of internal conflict. "Anything," he answers readily, smiling slightly. "What rain has smothered your feathers?" ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (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, 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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[FEATHERSPINE]

For a creature who so repeatedly shoved away attention, she was satisfied when it was offered to her readily. Though, what more could she have expected from one of her parents? In their presence she felt truly safe- especially within the walls of this den in particular. Where she had grown, grasped for words... some of which she still struggled with, for a reason he would never understand. A subtle shift, her frown lightened to a resting neutrality- the tiniest blink perhaps only a parent would be able to note.

What rain has smothered your feathers? Fondness and laughter tipped Featherpaw's lips into a tight smile. "A loud, annoying rain." The sort that wouldn't leave you alone, that pelted little pellets at your head until you relented, until it was impossible not to give in. Absentmindedly, he almost drew a line in the dirt; he held himself back the moment he realised it was probably unwelcome. "How do you get b-b-buh... b-bigger?" She hunched her shoulders, as if mimicking the growth.

"Like... g-grow b-buh... large enough not to be a t-tuh... tunneller anymore?" Had she given it away? "It's for... someone else. Not me." ​

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── A loud, annoying rain? After what Wolfsong has seen, he has a fairly strong suspicion of what –who– this rain may be. But he does not move to name her; if Featherpaw wishes him to know, she will say so, and until then, he has posed a rather interesting question. He hums, watching his kit curiously, and the mention of a tunneler is further confirmation of whom he suspects Featherpaw references. Has Pinkpaw harassed Featherpaw into asking whether she might one day escape her tunnelling duties? He does not think that is entirely the case; he knows his kit would heed nothing from a peer without some investment of her own.

"It is rare, but some apprentices may occasionally outgrow the tunnels— but never with my intervention." He flexes his toes in the sandy floor. As a child, he had hoped to grow as tall as his father, but his height is his mother's. Wolfsong can understand such a desire. "I have known cats who eat well throughout their lives and grow quite...robust, though that is not possible in WindClan, I do not think."

He smiles slightly, almost apologetic. "There is little I can do for this someone else." ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (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, 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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[FEATHERSPINE]

He watched his ðir carefully, for any twinge of humour- but, gently as ever, he spoke the truth. And i was a truth Featherpaw had deep down known, but how could her words be trusted? Oh, how he'd tried to tell Pinkpaw how it was- but maybe with his promise fulfilled, she might finally get over it. She might finally set her mind to what she was doing, and walk a path that would make her a strong and skilled tunneller.

"That's what I said," Featherpaw insisted with a sigh, unsure why exactly he felt relieved, but indulging in it nonetheless. A resounding no was better than a maybe. It was cold and inarguable-with. Though... Pinkpaw could find a way to be oblivious to anything.

He clicked his tongue. "Well, thanks anyway." A hum of genuine appreciation, accompanied with a rushed, tight-lipped smile that rang apologetically, too. A sorry for wasting his time with something so trivial. "I d-don't think someone is going to buh... to b-be very happy, though..."​

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