camp IT KNOWS NOTHING OF WHIM \ departure to highstones

[BERRYHEART]

Those who knew Berryheart best would attest; once he had his mind set on something, he would never stray from it. The knowledge that WindClan had settled wrongfully at Highstones only spurred him into a rush, into hardy determination. A Clanmate, daughter of friends, sat with an uncertain fate. His apprentice had gone unapproved by the stars, and it was unlikely the other medicine cats would stray near Highstones at the half-moon. His objective was an urgent one- he could not lean upon that which was uncertain, but nor was he stupid enough to go without protection.

Every intention to get to Highstones was clear. It was time.

He rallied his chosen warrior with a flick of a fire-flecked tail, and briefly glanced toward his apprentice. "We will not falter. I can't afford to waste any more time." Never before had he plead for StarClan's guidance about an affliction, but- no matter how much bed-rest she received, Little Blue was showing no signs of improving. He could not fail Blue and Sunset again; he could not let another one of their kits die under his watch.

\ @HAILSTORM. @batwing @WHITELION but no need to wait!​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​

 

[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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Highstones. A place that he would be heading towards- protection detail, not that he didn't mind. Batwing wasn't known for sitting on his ass. He had nothing to fear from that place, anyways- what, Windclanners? Sure, they had talked a big game, and Sunstride looked awfully tense at the meeting, but that was nothing that was going to drive him away.

So when the call went out to join the patrol, Batwing was pushing to his paws, green eyes gently narrowed as he stepped closer. "None of us can. Windclan's claws won't stay hooked in the Highstones." Batwing promised quietly, coming to stand near Berryheart with a solid nod- vision shifting towards Hailstorm with a high level of determination.

"speech"​

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[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — He finds his mind flooding with several thoughts and none that he can focus on when Berryheart speaks glancing in his direction, the snowy tom nodding in agreement as a low breath leaves his parted jaws. He tries to think on more lighthearted things like Batwing walking at his side and how he dwarfed the other with his bulkier body, his feathered ears briefly flicking at what his best friend says only to shake his head with a frown present on his face and his eyebrows knotting together in frustration "They're truly mousebrained for laying claim on sacred grounds. I'm surprised they don't back off especially with all the clans being unhappy with their foolish choice," He walks to join his mentor's side knowing that they'd possibly be speaking with Starclan soon and his insides churn wondering if he'd be allowed to dream with Starclan after his ceremony, he's hopeful. A faint flutter in his chest at the thought of seeing a familiar dark coat and soft, warm forest green eyes with coat kissed carefully with starlight. What would she think about him taking the path of healing? Would she be happy? He doesn't know but he cannot be too hopeful so he lays his heart to rest as he focuses on what to expect ahead of him.

A raven feather tucked carefully into his plush coat and a sadness pulls at him, he pauses waiting for the other warrior that had volunteered to join them. He didn't know Whitelion personally but he seemed like a nice cat from the few times they had interacted, his gaze turning to Batwing.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS: if it isn't a fatal injury and reached in time, your life is in good paws
  ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS: recognizes it and its not such a pleasant sight but he'll do what he can especially with marigold in paw
  ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS: oftentimes slips by him but he'll provide you poppy seeds for the pain and tell you to rest. if you continue to ache, he'll see what else he can do for you
  ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS: ah, he notices you sneezing and hopes that he didn't catch onto it too late, he'll make sure that you're taken care of. anything more serious will stump him
  ✦✦✦✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES: will provide you the necessary space you need, ask you odd questions, and try to regulate your breathing. if it's something more intense he will call for his mentor
  ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS: he'll advise you to rest and get a good meal, he'll ask berryheart about those herbs before you leave
  ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES: oh jeez, it shouldn't be in that angle or poking out. gross. you should lay down, he'll go get berryheart
  ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING: absolutely clueless... you were expecting?
  ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS: do not eat poison. (he has no clue)
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 49 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Flycatcher]

Watching Berryheart, Hailstorm, Batwing, and Whitelion ready themselves, Flycatcher would have been lying if he said he didn't feel uneasy. He had no doubt in the abilities of the warriors accompanying the medicine cats but the whole situation with Highstones troubles him greatly, and he can't help but worry for all their safety. WindClan had proven that they would not even respect a future leader, there was no telling what they would do with a medicine cat.

"I can't stop you from going, but I wish you luck," Flycatcher mewed, bowing his head at the group of cats. "If WindClan give you trouble, show them how wrong they were for taking Highstones for themselves and denying the clans access."​

 

[WHITELION]

make peace with your broken pieces .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He stood along the chosen few to reach highstone—a place Whitelion had never laid eyes on personally but from afar—with a flickering tail, coming to stand with a slow dip of his helm in quiet greetings. He had been one of the many to remain behind, discussing what befell their clanmates and the outcomes against Sootstar, a crazed molly, Whitelion could only nod in agreement.

A rumble slipped out, glancing at Flycatcher with a grim expression upon his usual relaxed facade. A test of times, Whitelion remained uncertain but affirmative in his decision to leave with the others. WindClan had gone too far this time, a fate Whitelion had feared would come, and a dark time lay ahead if the clans did nothing. a“We will make them pay, do not worry, Flycatcher.” He spoke in rumbling determination, golden hue crackling with hidden furious, well-masked by the swirl of faux emotions that plagued the white-furred warrior. “WindClan will not dare lay a paw on highstone.” If he could help it, Whitelion had little idea of what their plan was, but to barricade the others from reaching their ancestors was true evil.

Breathing softly, the white-furred warrior relaxed in his paw pads, calloused from moons worth of trampling through the undergrowth and traveling beyond the eye could see before he settled in ThunderClan. Let us hope it does not come to a fight, but I fear that will be the only way. ​

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[freckleflame]

she feels only nausea, watching their tortoiseshell medic and his gentle giant apprentice begin to gather near the gorse tunnel for their departure — he had insisted, she hears. despite having many of the same trepidations as her clanmates, berryheart was a force all his own. something separate from the knightly power of his family, an altogether different finality that snaps he jaws shut firm. there would be no arguing with those placid, unmoving eyes.. and certainly not for freckleflame. she offers a slow blink towards the medicine cat, as well as his apprentice, hoping the stars would drift down to guide their paws in safety through sootstar’s muck. her creatures ran rampant throughout the lands, she’d heard ; had claimed them, as if such a thing were possible.

she would not argue with berryheart, but she had little faith that sootstar would do the same. nevertheless, she approaches to see them off. she casts a brief, concerned glance towards flycatcher — he seemed to have the same thoughts as she had. i can’t stop you.. a different sort of power, indeed,” get back safe, all of you. “ the tortoiseshell speaks after, voice the same strange almost - monotone it had been since her father’s capture. she aims a friendly, encouraging bump to batwing’s shoulder, willing the smile on her face to look genuine despite its wavering edges, ” ‘specially you. those kits’ll wanna hear allll about the highstones when you get back, i just know it. “

whitelion responds with something proud, something certain, and if she had been younger, she’d have thought he jinxed them. some sort of curse, some superstition glimmering fear in her eyes ; windclan did not have the same morals as they had, not in the slightest. windclan will not lie a paw on highstones, he says, and they already had — she thinks of smokestar and only bites her lip, sends a silent hope to the stars that he was, by some miracle, correct. they couldn’t lose anyone else.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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• 𖦹 . LESBIAN. SINGLE, CRUSHES EASILY. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. SIXTEEN MOONS. NAMED A WARRIOR 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORED UNDER WOLFWIND, PENNED BY ANTLERS !!!
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a thick, broad - shouldered figure.
  
  unspecified maine coon heritage born of sunfreckle's kittypet background shows itself in large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers, all while bearing a wide, bright - eyed grin.
  
  ——— ˙⋆ — prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.
  
  

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