camp EVERYTHING RUINED IN MOMENTS ( SEEKING GUIDANCE ) ༊

[APPLEJAW]

The death of her mother does not go away. It lingers over her like a dark cloud, and it is one Applepaw is keen to abandon. The weight of the rain upon her pelt was never pleasant; prey hide in their dens when the sky is grey. Eagerly, she searches for a distraction, but Halfshade was far from the only one to fall sick as she did. Chilledstar themselves was bedridden – a leader unable to lead, though maybe that has always been true. Applepaw tried to tell herself she would never be overcome by such a thing, if she was leader.

( Really, what made her special? )

The thought is flicked away like a particularly irritating gnat – and just like one, it would probably return. Smogmaw – Applepaw ignores the tightness in her chest – was off into lands beyond, along with one of the other wisest in their clan, Magpiepaw. Who did this leave in charge of ShadowClan’s future? Ferndance? The thought makes her shudder.

Applepaw is much sooner willing to turn her sights to Starlingheart. Ignoring the fact that objectively, this was not her area of expertise, Starlingheart was generally one of the few worthwhile cats of ShadowClan. Surely she may at least have something useful to say?

" Starlingheart, " Applepaw calls from the maw of her den. She would not admit that the thought of stepping inside made her skin crawl. Head lifted to glimpse the shuffle of black and white fur, Applepaw would get straight to the point as the she - cat appears. " Patrols haven’t been sent out today. Or yesterday, " Possibly longer. Perhaps it was different in other clans, but she didn’t think ShadowClan is able to fall into anything but chaos without authority over their heads. She looks around and finds no one, to emphasize that there was truly no one else to ask. " What should we do? "

Applepaw can pick out a few murmurings from NPC warriors behind her — perhaps it was only just occurring to them that they could possibly look to Starlingheart for guidance, and a few cats turned curious eyes toward the medicine cat.

ooc ༊ 𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

• ooc: talking to @STARLINGHEART but no need to wait!
  

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• ( I'M OBSESSED WITH THE MESS THAT'S AMERICA. ) APPLEPAW. kit of shadowclan. eldest sister to swanpaw, ashenpaw, and garlicpaw. ( + birdkit, halfkit & tanglekit )
  —— she / her; confused by the use of others.
  —— currently 6 moons old as of 9.27.23. ages every 17th.
  
  longhaired blue torbie with a white chest, paws, and underbelly. A young cat you would describe as " bossy, " Applekit is quick to take charge of any situation she sees herself as the probable head of. A rule - follower to a T, and thinks herself better than the majority of her clan for this. Not ignorant enough to think herself above a warrior, but seeks to gain that status as quickly as possible. Intensely self - motivated to be the best in a mixture of blind, childish desire, and never wanting to be afraid of anything ever again.

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[COMFREYPAW]

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XXXXXComfreypaw hates yellowcough. She hates that she’d been too sick to notice Halfshade’s strength seeping away from her, that she’d had to be in this den during her death and the birth of her new kits. She hates that she hadn’t been able to go to Applepaw and comfort her, most of all. She cannot imagine losing her mother—even the thought brings the threat of tears to pinprick the corners of her eyes. Applepaw had lost Halfshade, and Smogmaw is gone, far away where he can’t even offer his children the comfort they need.

XXXXXShe is having a better day, clear-headed and bright-eyed, and though she struggles to wipe the crust from her nose, Comfreypaw perks up at Applepaw’s voice outside the den. She shoves herself to her paws, though she lingers just inside where she hopefully cannot infect anyone else. “What?” Her surprise is quiet but blatant. “Starlingheart, do you send out patrols? What if WindClan is all over our borders again?” Her distress causes her chest to ache, and she barely suppresses a nasty cough into her chest fur.

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[hitch]

He wonders if the other clans are in the same shithole ShadowClan is. Yeah, they've all got yellowcough on their tails, but he remembers the leafbare when he felt his ribs each time he breathed, and how much worse ShadowClan looked at the Gatherings than even the small WindClanners. Short end of the stick every damn time. Maybe Halfshade would have survived if she lived anywhere else than this cursed mire.

At least they aren't going completely hungry. It's possible that's not the case for the other clans, though he imagines at least some of the mouths in SkyClan can rely on their twolegs.

Rosemire drops the small frog he caught, gaze shifting between Applepaw and his apprentice, partly hidden in the medicine den's entrance. There's apprehension in her voice, and then a fierce coughing fit that temporarily flattens Rosemire's ears before he can prevent it. "I haven't seen them if they are," he says, trying to reassure her within reasonable boundaries. He can't say they aren't at the border at all when he's not certain of it. A lie like that could do more harm than good.

He, too, glances at Starlingheart. With Chilledstar...indisposed and Smogmaw gone, they're definitely lacking in authority. "Can't be all that different than herb patrols, can it?"
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[STUMPYSPOTS]

STUMPYSPOTS​

Stumpyspots thinks its unwise to put even more work on the shoulders of Starlingheart. Their medicine cat could only be in so many places at once. With the ill and her own duties as a medicine cat, Stumpyspots fears having her organize patrols might tip her over. ”I respect the order of authority… but- Starlingheart, I think a ol’ regular warrior would be plenty capable in helping out with patrols. StarClan knows you’ve got plenty in your prey pile already.” Stumpyspots looks to Rosemire with a mischevious grin, ”This ones got a good enough head on his shoulders for the task.”

*.☽ INFO BATTLE

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  » Halfmaw . Stumpyspots
  » ShadowClan Warrior
  » She/her ․ Twice Widowed
  » Calico she-cat with rounded features.
  » ”speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A heavy hitting foe capable of standing her ground
  » Excels in slow, but powerful blows and kicks.
  » Fights to defend and protect
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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