FIRE AND RAIN 𖤓 fallow

[sandthorn]

the new addition to the warrior code was beginning to show it's uglier side. the sick, the injured, queens and kits, sandthorn had no qualms with them getting their share. but she was hungry, with weak limbs and a mind grown weary, how could she hunt for them in this state? still, she did as told. the apprentices had already fed most of those within the nursery already, the young warrior decided to get a head start on the rest so she too could get her share of whatever may be left.

a mouse and a squirrel had her jaws filled to the brim, the latter dragging ever so softly on the cold ground. sandthorn poked her head into berryheart's den, struck by a strange scent of nostalgia. despite the moons she spent in here, it smelled different now that those losing life to yellowcough lined the walls. tufted ears flickered back as she dropped a squirrel for some of those who were still lucid enough to eat it. they were rarely hungry, but had to eat if they wished to keep going until thunderclanners returned with the lungwort to fix them.

on her way out, she spotted a stirring patch of unkempt brown fur. herbs and poultices lined the young feline's back, sandthorn blinked solemnly. she had heard of this kit's tale, dropped onto a patrol from the grasp of an owl, far too young to be sporting injuries of this degree. with a small frown, the warrior placed the remaining mouse near her, a white paw prodding it forward.

"hello, fallow is it? i'm sandthorn," she introduced herself with a kind smile, craning her neck to meet the child's dark gaze. she didn't know if kittens this young even ate prey, but the offer still stood. "i heard you had quite an adventure getting here, is berryheart taking okay care of you?" she knew he was, dutiful and diligent with his patients, the medicine cat always did. but her brows raised slightly in a joking matter, lips drawn in a half smile.

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• @FALLOW
  
  
  
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  SANDTHORN ✩ she/her, warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons
  ⭃ sandthorn is a stocky fawn ticked tabby with a golden gaze. born a loner, she was abandoned soon after birth and taken into thunderclan by hollow tree. she is a laid back molly with a good heart and a strong drive to protect her clan, but she does have a hot-headed streak that can coax her into irrational decisions. like most thunderclanner's, she is distrustful of outsiders and committed to her duties.
  ⭃ 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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[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 There's not much to do, imprisoned in the medicine den as she is. Waiting for her back to heal, waiting for things to get better. Fallow curls herself ever smaller in her nest, golden eyes raking across the world around her with a frightened sort of scrutiny. She'll wait for as long as she has to, but that doesn't mean she'll like it.

The visitors that come to the medicine den are different each time, and most pass it by with nothing but a pitying glance. Fallow hates it. Her hackles raise the second the sandy-pelted cat comes with her offering, snapping up the mouse placed before her and dragging it closer with sharp little milk teeth. Too much for it to eat in one sitting, but it doesn't want to share.

The cat knows her name, and offers her own in return. Fallow doesn't return her greeting, but a mouse is enough to earn a response to her question. "Yeah, 's okay," she mumbles, not looking up as she takes a bite from the mouse. "Gave me a sweet thing." So "Berryheart" isn't all bad, she guesses. He's supposed to be fixing her back, but...

"Taking too long, though. Don't like being here." In the medicine den, in the camp. This place that smells of sickness and rot, too-crowded with cats whose eyes are far too sad. Fallow misses the simplicity of the fox-den with her siblings, her mother. Only familiar faces, no pain except the pricking of her paws on brambles when she got a little too adventurous. Fallow still doesn't look up, her face twisting a bit with her words.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 10.9.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOW.　THUNDERCLAN KIT.　SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  2 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ➳ A SCRAGGLY, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. CURRENTLY IN THE MED DEN, RECOVERING FROM AN OWL ATTACK.
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[sandthorn]

the mouse is snatched quickly, and despite her best efforts sandthorn's brow raises in amusement. "how kind," she muses at fallows declaration that berryheart had given her something sweet. "you should ask for as many sweet things as you can, make being here kinda worth it."

but of course, fallow didn't want to be cooped up in here. did anyone? certainly it was rougher for a kitten, surrounded by travesty and only able to peek out at a much livelier camp. sandthorn didn't miss the feeling. "i know the feeling, nearly two moons i was stuck in here," she hummed, but quickly realized that her words may have more of an anxiety inducing result than she wanted. "don't worry though, won't be that long for you. i'd say that you're able to play with the other kittens in just a matter of days, i'm surprised none have been in here to try and break you out already!"

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  SANDTHORN ✩ she/her, warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons
  ⭃ sandthorn is a stocky fawn ticked tabby with a golden gaze. born a loner, she was abandoned soon after birth and taken into thunderclan by hollow tree. she is a laid back molly with a good heart and a strong drive to protect her clan, but she does have a hot-headed streak that can coax her into irrational decisions. like most thunderclanner's, she is distrustful of outsiders and committed to her duties.
  ⭃ 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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[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 The sandy cat lingers, and Fallow feels a tick of annoyance under her skin. Still, it supposes her presence is tolerable. She has some good advice, at least. Fallow nods decisively at the idea of asking for more sweet things; it'll take anything it can get, if it has to stay here.

But Sandthorn says 2 moons, and Fallow's eyes turn to her with a childish, fearful wideness. It's a time she can't even imagine, only having lived for as long. Maybe she's just really old, so that doesn't seem so long to her, but Fallow doesn't want to spend a lifetime stuck in this nest.

Sandthorn's assurances don't do quite enough to soothe the worry, and it shifts around in its nest nervously as she continues, mouse forgotten. There's a bitterness on its tongue. "Don't wanna play with them," she grumbles, half-whining. "Wanna go play with my siblings and my mama." She certainly wouldn't say no to being broken out of here, though. Mostly, Fallow just wants to go home.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 10.9.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOW.　THUNDERCLAN KIT.　SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  2 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ➳ A SCRAGGLY, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. CURRENTLY IN THE MED DEN, RECOVERING FROM AN OWL ATTACK.
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