HELLO SEATTLE ;; lichentail & salmonshade

[Moonbeam]

When Moonpaw had looked towards the moon that night she had scrambled to get ready to go to the highstones out of habit, her paws moving quickly to go into the medicine den to grab Ravensong, to make sure that he was ready to go to, to do a thing that they had done every moon since leafbare but when she had remembered that he wasn't there she had paused, unsure of whether she should go to the meeting or not. RiverClan needed to be there, needed to be represented and shown that they were good and share that nothing was going wrong within the clan that reside on the small island but it felt wrong to not have her mentor by her side. She knew the way and felt as though she'd be safe - at least for the most part - but the thought that there were WindClanners potentially waiting to see a cat walking by themselves all these moons left her with unease and so she'd sought out others.

With the agreement from Smokestar that she'd be allowed to go so long as she had more cats with her, Moonpaw now had Lichentail and Salmonshade by her side, quiet pawsteps moving carefully along borders as she looked towards the landmass they'd be climbing this night, ears pricked as nervous claws dug into the earth with every step. "Do you think things will be fine at camp?" A small murmur to break the silence between them. Despite the fact that they had been fine the past few moons the apprentice had taken this journey, the higher tick in anxiety that she felt made it so she worried more. Despite this worry she couldn't help but be calmed even just a little bit, the fact that her previous mentor walk by her side bringing some sort of comfort.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

• -- @lichentail @salmonshade
• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 11 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  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

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[salmonshade]

If Moonpaw asked her to move mountains, she would, or at the very least she would spend the rest of her life trying. She feels a sense of devotion towards her former apprentice, and when asked to accompany the ivory furred medicine cat apprentice, Salmon had instantly agreed. Walking to highstones meant trapezing across Windclan territory, and from her talk with Lichentail during their little walk to the bridge, it seems distrust for the "turned" clan still hangs a little too heavy in the air...

If an unruly Windclanner shows their face, Salmon isn't afraid to risk her life tonight.

She's snapped out of thinking when Moonpaw speaks, trying to make small talk. "M' sure of it... I wouldn't worry." Salmon murmurs back, an ear flicking as she treads alongside the other two. After all, Riverclan is strong, and theres no use worrying in something you have no control in... A pale gaze rises up towards the stars above and searches for something that isn't there- or maybe she is, and Salmon just wouldn't know it until she passes. It's a scary thought on if shes there or not, really, and one that she decides she wouldn't want to dwell on. She'll cross that bridge when shes good and ready to. "What do you do at medicine cat meetings, anyways...?" her own attempt to make small talk is kind of prying, something Salmon realizes after, something that makes her bite her tongue. "Unless its a secret." she tries to save it with a good-natured hum which sounds more like a crying bird than sing-song as her voice cracks in her throat. Oops.

₊˚.༄ info

• 
  ❥ salmon ,, salmonshade
  ❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 37 months
  ❥ warrior of riverclan ,, former marsh grouper
  ❥ fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with white, blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, ff91a4" ,, thoughts
  ❥ lesbian ,, single
  ❥ smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  ❥ chibi by pin ,, penned by chuff

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[lichenstar]

✦　˚ 　✧ ˚　.˚　✦ 　✦

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The last time her concerns had been ignored it had resolutely ended in crimson tides rushing through the sunken hills-- where it had pooled at Mothermouth. Every step tread past the safety of RiverClan's borders feels alike burrs being wedged between her toes and unwillingly, the fur along her spine raises apprehensively. Moonpaw is fortunate enough to have had some amount of training as a warrior prior to this departure towards another path but it isn't enough to ease her conscience... it would not be enough with just Lichentail alone. In moments spent in quiet understanding, Smokestar had been willing this time to send someone else along the star-littered path that had nearly seen him slain before ever communing with Silverpelt's members... and she'd found someone she trusted to ensure their success in the fashion of a former, doting mentor (and a friend).
  
  Three swatches of moonlight mollies share each other's company on a journey their medicine cats had made for months.. but never one she had made. It is exciting, in a way that calls to the exploration of her youth but made more daunting with the burdens of its unwritten history. This place they wandered towards now was not one that spelled out a joyous future.. at least, not for her. The next time, she assumes, will be to claim a lustrous sobriquet.
  
  It will mean saying good bye again.
  
  Moonpaw and Salmonshade's voices are soft... familiar... they are a warm comfort as the sun sets, despite the way their anxieties prickle at their coats. "They're safe," she promises, certain that tonight would not reveal itself a tragedy to those who stayed in the comfort of their island refuge.
  
  Dawn glittering fur prompts a question about the point of this meeting and her sky-light counterpart cannot help but offer an amused smile. What did she assume meeting at StarClan's mortal beacon meant? It was clearly a time of heavenly communication... "Hopefully... StarClan has only.. good things to share."
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[Moonbeam]

Head nods in thought as the two reassured that things would be fine within the camp, her usual soft hum coming from throat as they continued on and though claws remained unsheathed in unease they didn't dig into the ground as much anymore. Salmonshade's voice breaking through the night air in a question and Moonpaw offered a small smile as she shook her head. "It's similar to the gatherings, just less cats. News is shared and then we share tongues with StarClan." Orange eyes cast up then towards the ancestors for just a moment, a small frown of thought etched onto her face for just a moment before eyes met the ground before them once more.

She had conversed with StarClan before though often times conversations were not very long, only twice before had she had any longer conversations. Once during her ceremony and then again at the last meeting of medicine cats, tales of a fog that she didn't quite understand. It was... concerning, though it wasn't something she nor Ravensong had mentioned to anyone as far as she was aware, and so it wasn't something to concern herself with now - not when there was too much to worry about in the land of the living as well.

"I'm sure it'll be good news, if it's not we'll know pretty quickly." She was sure that if there was no good news to share - or little to share in general from the other clans - they would share tongues quickly and get it over with. It wasn't like they were all friends with each other, simply friendly for the night, and there were very little she would enjoy the company of for longer than she had to and though they had these meetings every moon, the apprentice was sure that the others there felt the same way.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

• --
• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 11 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  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

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[salmonshade]

She offers a hum in response to Moonpaws explanation. "I see." she resists the urge to yawn, the fleeting fear of closing her eyes for just a second dragging at her conscious. If she shuts her eyes, relaxes for just a moment, who knows what could pop out of the nearest shadows? She would never forgive herself. She would never allow forgiveness.

She nods to Lichentail, then tries to come up with something just as light-hearted. "The stars are awfully bright tonight. Perhaps that means good fortune for the clans..." shes no good at deciphering what is a omen, what is not- shes partially glad for a second it was her apprentice, and not her, that was called to be apart of the star-blessed healers. Dull amusement floods through her as she thinks of her, in that lonely little den, trying to sort through herbs that all smelled the same. Moonpaw had always had a sharper eye, after all... "They say no news is good news, as well."

She lets it hang in the air and falls silent for a few heartbeats. Her eyes shift to the grass below her paws, then to rolling hills across the distance.

"I haven't walked the moors since... forever ago," she quips softly, mostly to herself, reminiscing. "A full turn of the seasons, and then some more..." since the Marsh Group laid claim to the marshes, since they ventured further to solve their starvation issue. She once accompanied her mother here, but only to pick some flowers for her mothers nest. The memory quickly turns sour... and she wipes it away, an even look remaining on her face. It's an odd feeling, and Salmon doesn't like the melancholic sadness its brought forth within her chest.

₊˚.༄ info

• 
  ❥ salmon ,, salmonshade
  ❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 37 months
  ❥ warrior of riverclan ,, former marsh grouper
  ❥ fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with white, blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, ff91a4" ,, thoughts
  ❥ lesbian ,, single
  ❥ smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  ❥ chibi by pin ,, penned by chuff

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[lichenstar]

✦　˚ 　✧ ˚　.˚　✦ 　✦

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• "Is it.... nice," she asks, voice low and careful where imaginations suggests fields of star-dappled reeds and rivers so deep they'd never run dry. Had Smokestar felt peace then.. with every surprise visit there, was that why he remained so unbothered by just how many lives he had left? She doesn't dare reveal the fear that sits like concrete in her stomach... that she might claim those same nine lifetimes sooner than desired?
  
  "Are they happy," is said without even realizing. They'd lost so many familiar faces, ones she'd spent years of her life with. Did they miss their earthly desires, the ones left behind or did it sting less with all the freedoms that Silverpelt provided? She blinks, realizing the morose train of thought she was asking Moonpaw to tread with her and is quick to pursue Salmonshade's thoughts instead.
  
  "We were like... hardly much older than Moonpaw was," the molly recalls, though she'd spent far more time with Hazecloud then than the great majority of her to-be clan-mates. "Eugh... are we really getting that old?"
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