camp FROM THE FOREST DEEP ⁀➷ recovery

[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷　The looming shadow of Fallowbite trudges its way from the medicine den, muddy fur hanging in loose tangles. Its eye, deepset & tired, sweeps across the camp. Behind it drags the limp form of its tail; though broken in the middle, she makes no effort to lift it. Her steps are sluggish, and an annoyed sigh spills from her maw.

"Finally," the warrior mutters, but there is little passion behind it. It hadn't been the worst thing, to be shielded from the world within the confines of the medicine den. She hadn't had much desire to socialize after... everything. And her sister was there, at least - but once Doepath left, it grey antsy. "Thought I'd never get outta there." She hadn't thought much of the injury in the moment, but now it knows better. It'll never be able to use its tail again, not fully. Another permanent mark of violence to add to its growing collection.

‎‎┌── GOD KNOWS I❜M ONLY HUMAN ⁀➷ I GET SO INHUMANE ──┐‎

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  FALLOWBITE ⁀➷ she / it, warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerbreeze & doepath.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[TIGERKIT]

Lately, Tigerkit feels like she's exploring camp for the first time ever again... Only now she was older, and um... smarter. Now she walks around, and she doesn't just see cats. Now she walks around and she wonders what happened to them. She wonders what went on... Fallowbite comes out of the Medicine Cat's den looking really scary. Tigerkit hopes she never looks that scary. " Hi, " says Tigerkit. She'd rather be friends with Fallowbite than not-friends with her. " I just got outta the nursery too. " Basically, anyways... Maybe they'd be friends because they had things in common.

She tilts her head at Fallowbite's scars, curious. " What happened? " Would she be a dumb kit for not knowing already? Her ears flatten to her skull before perking up again. " I... I got a guess. I wanna know if I'm right, " quietly she mews. Hopefully it wouldn't ask what her guess is...​

 

[doepath ࿔]

"Fallowwwww," comes in sing-songy chirp, brushing by the coming and going figures of her less enthusiastic clan-mates. It's been too long that its mussy hide had been captive in the medicine cat's den and though she quite enjoyed the company of Gentlestorm herself, she knew it wasn't the sort of vacation that would soothe Fallowbite's itching paws. Her grin spreads cheerily across her face, unbothered by the change in her sibling's silhouette (the spot there a stubborn tail now drags at awkward angle being the most obivous change) as she surges close to press her nose to the other's shoulder in greeting.

Tigerkit is just as pleased with her own self-indulgent freedom from the nursery, earning a blind glance from sunburst eyes. "How exciting," she indulges the odd-eyed stare before trailing towards the source of the she-kit's questioning. She declares, softly, that she has a guess and the fawn is immediately made interested.

What sort of wild, wonderous tale could a tiny child have come up with? She knew a fair amount of ThunderClan's youngsters had a knack for imagination that she didn't... Intrigued, her nose scrunches in a nosy sort of gesture, "Your idea may be cooler than what actually happened," she goads, a mischievous bump against sepia swirl serving as proof of her teasing.

Fallowbite may not really be interested in sharing the details of a grisly murder with one so small... hopefully.... even if it had been for the benefit of the clan as a whole.

please dont leave me ➺ in the dark

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  DOEPATH
  thirteen month old warrior of thunderclan
  she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

There was much she knew about Fallowbite, though she imagined it was not the molly's preference. One of those things was that it certainly would not have enjoyed being holed in the medicine den for so long; a restless sort, she always had been, forging forward with a fierce purpose that Thundergleam had never witnessed in another. Resistance fortified her every move ... and she knew it, that cold rebuff she was often given, well. Still, in good conscience she could not sit idly ... she would stride over, not far after Doepath. Perhaps a fond greeting from kin would soften the blow.

"I am glad to see you mended, Fallowbite," Thundergleam murmured, wispy tones betraying no facade- yes, she was sincere as ever. With a gentle bow, it would be all she would give... no desire to overbear pushed to a lily-white surface.

Instead, rosy eyes lingered upon Tigerkit, a-little-awkwardly flitting away from Fallowbite's face. If nothing else, she was a little interested in the guess ... kitten-minds often came up with the abstract or overblown, didn't they? ​

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕A fiery figure emerged beside Thundergleam, looking pleased at Fallowbite's release. Her sister, Doepath, had been released just a few days ago. The way its tail hung limply was...unnatural, but the warrior was still among them and that was all that mattered. Fallowbite would learn to live without full use of her tail, just like Rabbitnose and Wildheart had. "I was beginning to wonder if he was going to keep you in there." the leader would purr teasingly, flashing the younger warrior a small smile. There was little worse than having to rest and heal. Being held captive in the Medicine Cat's den was worse than any wound. The fluffy old tom was kind of course, but lying in a stuffy den when the forest was mere paw steps away was nothing less than torture.

Tigerkit claimed to be able to guess what had happened to Fallowbite, and Flamestar turned to Raccoonstripe's kit with interest. The battle had been a gruesome event, there was little room for doubt that Tigerkit hadn't seen part of it behind the shields of warriors who guarded the nursery. But with kit imaginations anything was possible.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

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• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  ★★★★★★★★★
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ An entire moon had passed since he had last been able to do anything aside from deliver prey and herbs alongside Sunshinespot. Patrols and hunts absent of the chocolate warrior he often found beside him for it all. Time had never dragged on so slow, he couldn't imagine how much worse it would be from the confines of a sickbed.

"I'd hope not! Maybe now Sunshinespot and I can have another set of eyes for another marigold patrol." Braveheart laughed as he strolled toward Fallowbite. He pressed his forehead against her side in a warm gesture of affection, remaining close to her side still as the anticipation of Tigerkit's guess stirred for everyones attention.

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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 13 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. A large cat who stands tall and proud. His coat is thick with long wispy curls. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — "Y... you wound me... Flamestar. You make my home... sound like a prison..." The gray tom rasps though there's amusement dancing in his eyes only to turn his gaze in the direction of Fallowbite knowing that she had been quite the constant presence within his den compared to his other clanmates, a tired breath slipping from his throat as he nods firmly "Please... stay mended... lest you wish for a permanent nest in my den..." There's a small droplet of teasing in his words but he fears that if the heavily scarred molly ends up with another injury, it may end up being one that his own paws couldn't mend or fix despite his ability as a medicine cat. Gentlestorm joins Flamestar's side only to playfully bump his shoulder against her own for her earlier remark and turns his gaze towards Braveheart who mentions having another set of eyes for another marigold patrol, a thoughtful hum slips from his throat knowing that Fallowbite would want to do anything else that didn't have to do with spending time with him or those two foolish boys.

"It's entertaining... seeing them... scramble towards the sight of anything vibrant... or flower-like." Gentlestorm offers with a small smile pulling at the sides of his mouth before settling down onto his haunches and blinking his eyes as he tilts his helm to the side, "You're more... than welcome to join us... The more helpful paws... the merrier..." It would be in his best interest to take as much help as possible knowing that once he had an apprentice of his own to train that he likely wouldn't have the same help from Sunshinespot and Braveheart, the two of them had grown since their run-in with the owl and seemed to have their priorities elsewhere... He notes the way that his nephew seems quite affectionate towards Fallowbite but he bites down on his tongue deciding not to utter a silly question that would end up with the same response as he had recieved from Doepath and Sunshinespot.

Or at least, not dare to piss off his former patient lest he wanted to get claws to the face...

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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