- Jun 21, 2023
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Newly named a medicine cat, Moonbeam felt many things. Nervousness, excitement, worry, all wrapped into herself. It took her a little longer than it normally did to place her nose against the Moonstone, but when she did she finally did she was quickly enveloped as she had been so many times before.
When she woke she looked around at the mist that surround her once more, eyes blinking as she tried her best to quickly get used to the lighting in StarClan and quietly she'd look around, ears pricked and eyes wide as she tried to make sure she wasn't alone as she had been last meeting. When the sound of soft paw steps reached her ears the medicine cat couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief before turning to where they came from, ears pinned as she found not a warrior before her but a kit. A familiar pelt of dappled blue reached her and a soft frown couldn't help but make it's way to her face before lying down so that she could be at the other's height. He had been so young when he'd died, and so little, and yet it seemed despite that StarClan had let him grow enough to walk, to talk, and though it was bittersweet seeing the other here now it was sweet nonetheless. "Hello." She'd offer the other as tail curled around her side and she waited for him to speak.
When she woke she looked around at the mist that surround her once more, eyes blinking as she tried her best to quickly get used to the lighting in StarClan and quietly she'd look around, ears pricked and eyes wide as she tried to make sure she wasn't alone as she had been last meeting. When the sound of soft paw steps reached her ears the medicine cat couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief before turning to where they came from, ears pinned as she found not a warrior before her but a kit. A familiar pelt of dappled blue reached her and a soft frown couldn't help but make it's way to her face before lying down so that she could be at the other's height. He had been so young when he'd died, and so little, and yet it seemed despite that StarClan had let him grow enough to walk, to talk, and though it was bittersweet seeing the other here now it was sweet nonetheless. "Hello." She'd offer the other as tail curled around her side and she waited for him to speak.
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— ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
— ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
— ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
— ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
— ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
— ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
— ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
— ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
— ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS -
ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
ꕥ 12 moons old; ages the 17th every month
ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
ꕥ currently being mentored by none
ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed