camp it's mine don't touch it // open

[Robinfang]

Robinfang had always been one to keep himself and his nest in order, and today was no different. He was known for being a clean freak, no twigs or soft moss out of place nor a pebble or decorative feather flying astray. He was also one to keep these thoughts to himself, just as he did with his disbelief in Starclan. Robin kept his nest spick and span and.. well, he was missing some things. A colorful pawful of stones was missing from his nest and he really, really, could not keep himself in a good mood after discovering it. Whoever took his damned stones was in for a very pissed off moorrunner if they decided to speak up. He didn't take kindly to his things being messed with.

Once he had finished his search of the warriors den-- not disturbing others' personal belongings, of course, lest his own distress be passed onto someone else-- he moved onto the rest of the surrounding area. The tom couldn't believe he didn't find it anywhere, and when he sat defeatedly in front of the fresh-kill pile, ears down and to the sides and his tail tucked close to his body to create a small bubble of tepid grief. It would seem stupid to anyone watching his behavior from outside. A respectable warrior, padding frantically around camp in search of something practically unfindable... it would seem crazy. Hairbrained, even.
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walk "talk." thought​

penned by helly​

 

[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── For the second time in recent memory, it seems a WindClanner has lost something. Taking in the fresh air after a momentary break from the medicine den, Wolfsong watches Robinfang with his sole eye. The warrior paces camp, weaving about with his gaze tucked low to the ground and a mounting frustration clear on his shoulders— alongside disappointment. Wolfsong thinks of the old butterfly wing gifted to him by Sunflowerpaw, so aged it is frighteningly delicate and already chipped in places. If he were to find it missing, he would react very similarly. No, if he has misplaced such an item, I cannot begrudge him his worried searching.

After a pause, Wolfsong approaches Robinfang by the freshkill pile, head cocked. "Were you searching for something? I may be able to lend a paw. Four of them."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 36 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

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• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge. — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know— he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel." — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you. — ☆☆☆☆☆ KITTING: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you. — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[Bluepool]

Like Wolfsong, Bluepool was intrigued by Robinfangs desperate search. She had watched the warrior dart about camp, checking under rocks and nests. It was amusing, really. Bluepool herself holds nothing sentimental in her own nest, has no objects that are near and dear to her heart and this right in front of her reminded her why she did not do such a thing as collect feathers or rocks. It was simply another way of guarding her heart, preemptively taking precautions so as not to get hurt if said thing were to go missing. Even if she did happen to ever hold on to something it was still only a thing to her. So maybe that is why the blue-toned moor-runner is unsympathetic to the toms plight. "You're running around like a chicken with it's head cut off" she observes, her tone neutral but uncaring Didn't Robinfang have other things to do? Patrols to go on? Surely anything was more productive then whatever this desperate search was for.
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[Robinfang]

Robinfang knew it was uncharacteristic for him to be behaving this way. He knew it would raise some brows and create some issues... so, while he was intent on finding out what had happened to his collection, he would not throw away his place in the clan as a respectable warrior just because of some insanity that crossed his mind every once in a while. He straightened his shoulders at Wolfsong's query, shaking his head ever so slightly. "If I were to continue my search it would show me as weak and incapable because I cannot find what I have lost. I will cease my search, Wolfsong, do not worry about me..." He paused, "I will miss it, but it is replaceable. I will find others to cherish."

He turned his head towards Bluepool's astute observation with ever so minutely narrowed eyes. "Yes, I have been." He gave her a dirty look that, if one wasn't given the look directly, they wouldn't see it.
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walk "talk." thought​

penned by helly​

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

The tunneler’s patience is already wearing thin, hanging on by hardly a strand of rabbit’s hair. Her wounds have reached the stage of healing in which they itch, all the time. The urge to scratch at them is going to drive her over the gorge if it doesn’t stop soon. As it is, she watches Robinfang’s searching with narrowed golden eyes, one hind leg lifted as though she’s in the middle of scratching at her neck. When Wolfsong comes into view, though, she lowers her paw back to the ground—she won’t undo the new healer’s efforts. But she will stride over to join Bluepool were the other lead warrior stands nearby Robinfang.

The warrior declines Wolfsong’s offer of aid, and shoots Bluepool a narrow-eyed gaze, so Scorchstreak huffs out an annoyed breath. "You’re certain you don’t want help searching for whatever you’re missing?" The question is asked with a lifting of her scarred brow, her expression turning questioning and judgmental all in one simple movement. If something has him this agitated, then what is the point of not solving it, especially if it is obviously going to keep bothering Robinfang? The calico warrior’s tail lashes. Foolish.​

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