camp Everybody’s Gotta Live (Cured/rta)

[Shinebug]

Impatient eyes opened slowly, once again bracing for another day of near-health. Shinepaw thought he’d feel better after being given a dose of the herb the journey cats had risked so much for - and he did - physically, at least. Every day breathing became easier, and the tiny cat felt his energy returning. But as the march of recovery became clear, waiting was his enemy.

There were times, clutched between miasma’s maw, where Shinepaw didn’t know if he would survive. But now, that fear was replaced with irritation. He was getting better, but how long would it take? How much longer until the shaft of sunlight was allowed to prove himself?

That was why when the apprentice awoke in the early morning to deafening silence (as constant coughing had become commonplace), a wide smile spread across sun-drenched features as Shinepaw finally, finally, felt like his old self.

As the rest of the recovering clan dragged themselves out of their nests, they would find Shinepaw fervently at work, dashing between one half-finished and self-assigned chore to another. From weaving back dens whose damage hadn’t been fully repaired to simply sweeping away dead leaves, all the ball of fur wanted to do was run himself ragged for his friends. “Good morning!” He called to the first cat who caught his eye, anxieties temporarily forgotten in the elation of health.

“look, look, look!” Like a kit showing off an inane talent, Shinepaw began to hop in place, sun-kissed features moving up and down like a rather furry bouncy ball. Of course, the ‘talent’ on display in this instance was that the apprentice wasn’t worn out and wheezing after a few seconds. “I’m all better!”​

 

[nightbird]

nightbird exited the warrior's den with a wide yawn, shifting her weight backwards for a much needed stretch. her nest was certainly more comfortable than the grass or stone she was unfortunately beginning to get accustomed to, but still it felt like the ache from the journey was settled too deeply to just leave her alone.

a quick lap around camp would do well to ease her into the day, at least until duskpaw awoke. nightbird had made it nearly half-way around with sluggish movements and a half lidded gaze when a cheerful tone had her ears rocketing up. blinking, she settled on shinepaw, mustering up as much of a pleasant expression she could.

"shinepaw," she hummed in a much less exuberant greeting, it wasn't long at all until the bright apprentice began hopping up and down with more energy than she had ever had in all of her life. "congrats, looks like you're ready to get back to work." it seemed that all of those affected by yellowcough were slowly and surely returning to their rightful nests, healed and ready to put that star forsaken plague behind them. "don't show that to windclan, though. might mistake you for a rabbit."

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• NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-seven moons
  ⭃ nightbird is a small black smoke molly with pale silver eyes. a loner turned thunderclanner, her loyalty and drive to provide for her clan is unwavering. however, she is not known for harboring a bleeding heart, instead equipped with sarcastically fueled wit, brutal honesty, and a sharply edged tongue.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[freckleflame]

when the tortoiseshell rises for the day, she does so groggily, with sleep still lining bleary blue - green eyes. she’d never been one for dawn, and yet she seemed to always manage to find herself on its patrol. she minds no one in her haze. at first, he whips past her — she feels her fur tug with it on her way to the freshkill pile with little expression. but then : an abrupt stop. a quick, exaggerated bouncing. freckleflame squints, hard stops aside a dark molly to look look look, ” okay, okay, okay. “ half - hearted she offers, thankful for nightbird humming a placid greeting herself that freckleflame hoped cushioned her unenthused grimace his chattering had wrought. for the deputy’s apprentice, freckleflame found that shinepaw was still more childish than she would have hoped for herself. flowercrowns and quick, stubborn defiance despite his training — she’d not forgotten the incident moons prior, at his apprentice - old age, attempting to sneak through the entrance to camp.

and so she looks, blinks against the light of sun and listens are nightbird welcomes him back to duty. the camp, itself, stands in acute disarray — half - completed chores, ones not assigned to his paws and yet started anyhow. dead leaves accumulated and twine from den patching.. yes, some work had been done. the boy skipped and switched between chores. weird, ” this is.. great, shinepaw. you been up for a while, yeah? “ she adds alongside the lead warrior, who nests lightly at his hopping. the woman manages a small, sloping smile — mustered from exhaustion, vague irritation, ” i bet camp’s gonna look real nice when everything’s done — if ya don’t wear yourself out before then. was flycatcher not takin’ you out today?

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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• 𖦹 . LESBIAN. SINGLE, CRUSHES EASILY. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. FOURTEEN MOONS. NAMED A WARRIOR 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORED UNDER WOLFWIND, PENNED BY ANTLERS !!!
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. fire - forged, smoldering ; shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a well - toned form.
  
  in warriorhood she has grown to full, hulking height ; unspecified maine coon heritage born of sunfreckle's kittypet background shows itself in large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. freckleflame is broad shouldered and square - jawed, wild cheek fur like the blazing edges of a red sun — a hulking, thick - furred thunderclan warrior, forever blaze - kissed. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers, all while bearing a wide, bright - eyed grin.
  
  ——— ˙⋆ — prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.
  
  

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[WOLFWIND]

She and Freckleflame's handling of mornings were just the same... Maybe Howlingstar had looked right through them both to see that, and it was part of why they got along so well. Wolfwind had tried to make herself one for mornings in her warriorhood, but its never really worked. She always rouses groggy, blinking sleep for her eyes, relying on a kick or two from her denmates to truly wake herself up. If she could help it, she would tuck herself in till it was closer to noon. She was sure Emberpaw appreciated it. Though their fate was unavoidable if they were due for dawn patrolling, or on those rare days Wolfwind found herself feeling guilty, and thought she owed Emberpaw the true apprentice's experience of being up way too damn early.

So call her surprised, when Shinepaw is up before all of 'em, full of energy and putting it towards den repairs, of all things. Had it been her, she'd 'f been sneak attacking folks in their dens, but she supposes now in the warrior's position, she should be thankful. She comes to a stop beside Freckleflame. Though she'd murmur no greeting, she instead says it with the flick of a tail against her side. " Wow, look at you " she murmurs, and even she is too sleepy to be joyfully loud right now. A yawn takes her, and she flickers her ears to Nightbird and Freckleflame's chatter, meanwhile. congrats, looks like you're ready to get back to work. Apparently. Sheesh. " Finally got the energy, and weaving is what you choose to do? Couldn't be me, tell ya what. " she says it with no real judgement. More of an observation, than anything.

And on top of Freckleflame, Wolfwind hurls another question his way. " Did Berryheart clear ya, or did ya just wake up and decide ya have the power, huh? "

OOC ✨ 10.25.2023 BET MY MONEY ON A STUPID HORSE, I LOST THAT

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• [ SO I RAN OUT TO THE TRACK TO GET MY CASH BACK ] WOLFWIND THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR! MENTOR 2 EMBERPAW; KIN 2 MANY.
  —— SHE / HER, CONFUSED BY BUT NOT OPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 23 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 1ST.
  
  FRIEND TO MANY! UPBEAT AND UPFRONT. MOVES THROUGH LIFE WITH AN UPBEAT EXTERIOR AND BRIGHT EYES. MAKE NO MISTAKE! TAKES HER JOB VERY SERIOUSLY. THERE'S IMPORTANCE IN SAFETY, RECKLESSNESS ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR. ONCE A FOOL, BUT NO LONGER

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[Flycatcher]

It was rare to see a cat practically bouncing around camp in the morning. Other than himself and a few others, Flycatcher didn't think anyone actually liked being awake this early if they had a choice. Even Flycatcher was loath to wake up somedays, much preferring the comfortable warmth of his nest, but knowing he had tasks to assign and his own duties to tend to around camp.

When he spots Shinepaw bouncing around, he can't help but laugh in a good natured way, pleased to see the young cat in better spirits. "I'm glad to see you're in better spirits, Shinepaw," Flycatcher mewed, padding over to the crowd. "Hopefully you can maintain that energy for when we pick up training again." He would tease.​

 

[Shinebug]

Had being cured caused him to age backwards? Perhaps it had, temporarily. For the moment, Shinepaw felt a bit like a kit again. The boy was nearing twelve moons old, but his actions this morning could have him mistaken for half that age. In truth, he hadn’t acted like this for some time, ever-mounting anxiety having sapped away his playground instincts some time ago.

In a few days the shaft of sunlight would likely look back on his actions this morning and cringe, hoping that everyone around him would develop a bad case of memory loss, but for now he was simply happy to be up and about again.

The exhaustion evident in Nightbird’s voice is lost on him, the ball of fur cocooned by his own exuberance. Instead, the mention of Windclan makes his ears perk up. “Ooh, I want to patrol around Windclan! I thought they were all super scary, but when I was in Shadowclan’s medicine den I met some that seemed nice. I want to see if they’re better too!”

It seemed his energy had drawn another, and Shinepaw flashed an apologetic smile to Freckleflame as she approached. Much of the boy’s memories while he was gripped by sickness were vague - dreamlike impressions - but the embarrassing attempt to leave stayed clear in the moggy’s mind. The apprentice had been such a burden while sick, now was the time to make it up to his clanmates.

Like with Nightbird, the cheer in Shinepaw’s soul deafens him from any nuance in the other’s voice, and he takes her words at face value. “Since before dawn!” He chirped back, looking proudly around at a pile of half-finished work. Thunderclan’s camp was certainly in a better state now than when he had started, it was just a bit…erratic. The mention of his mentor sends an already overactive imagination into overdrive. “He better! I haven’t seen him yet, though, so I’ve just been keeping myself busy. And I won’t get tired, so don’t worry.” He didn’t want anyone to worry after him. Not ever again.

Wolfwind’s weaving comment was something that would usually be met with overthinking and anxiety (and probably would be, whenever the apprentice thought back on the conversation in future). For now, though, Shinepaw simply puffed out his chest in pride. “Mom says I’m good at weaving! I think its kinda boring, but if it helps people, then I’m happy to do it.” Her next question, however, wasn’t something the apprentice was able to ignore. A sheepish grin spread across sun-drenched features, and the boy had to look away for a moment. “Uh, he wasn’t awake when I got up. I didn’t want to bother him with asking, and I didn’t want to wait, so….?” A small chuckle escaped the shaft of sunlight. Normally it would be something to be concerned about, but the boy’s good health was evident to anyone who looked. “I’ll talk to Berryheart the second I see him, okay?”

Distractions about trivial things like proper protocol quickly fell away as sky-blue eyes finally, finally found his mentor. “Flycatcher!” the cat called, rushing forward to press his face into the deputy’s fur. There was so much Shinepaw needed to thank him for. He and Burnstorm had saved the shaft of sunlight when the rouges invaded camp, yet another debt that needed to be repaid. For now, though, he would start by being the best apprentice he could be. “I’m not tired at all, and I’m not gonna be for a long time!” he proclaimed proudly, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “If anything, you should be worried about keeping up with me!” he teased back.​