JUST TO HEAR THE ANSWERPHONE ✧ . collecting, prompt

[LEMONTONGUE]

✧ . It’s a task similar to one he remembers enjoying as a kit. Though, his memory serves himself as a shadow to his mother, rather than off on his own now — collecting leaves and roots and petals he’ll never quite be able to tell apart from one another, rather than the flowers he gathers now.

It’s soft yellows and blues he seeks now from the moors plethora of petals. A careful rummage through flowered meadows, a small pile forming beside the cinnamon tom reminiscent of a gaze he’ll only see in starlight some day far from now.

He’s seen others do similar — with all that they’ve lost in raging war, he is not the only one to mourn, to seek a gift to bestow upon the fallen. But his walk to do so will be different than theirs, he knows. Longer.

Beyond the border’s edge, his mother lies. WindClan’s first medicine cat doesn’t even get the honor of residing in its graveyard, a thought that leaves his heart sinking in mixed feelings. Relief, he'd once held, for her paws would never need to touch Sootstar’s moors again. Sorrow, that she doesn’t get to know Sunstar’s moors instead.

He exhales, scooping up one last bundle of blue and setting it in his pile. “ There, “ he mumbles to himself, rising to his paws to assess all he’s collected. Was this enough? His mother deserves the same amount of flowers as other fallen clanmates, after all — more, even. ​

✦ ABOUT

• // PROMPT : Even the dead still need some love! Your character decides to gather up some wildflowers to decorate the graves of those who have passed.
  
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  LEMONTONGUE ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Moor Runner of WindClan.
  ✧ . A cinnamon tabby and white tom with yellow eyes.
  ✧ . Honeytwist x Lionsnarl
  ✧ . Mentored by Flaxenjump
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── WindClan's line of medicine cats has a troubled, complicated history, and Wolfsong's assumption of the mantle after Vulturemask's death meant Sootstar regarded him with some suspicion even before her descent into madness. He knows little of those who came before Vulturemask, save for their reputations. Wolfsong had a brief acquaintance with Dandelionwish, of course, but at least the former WindClanner is still alive. That is no small feat considering Sootstar's hatred for him.

He thinks about Vulturemask today as he searches the moors. Had the rogues never killed him, how would he find Sunstar's reign? StarClan may be a more peaceable place free of hunger and pain, but life among the meadows has much to offer for those who walk them.

Flowers included.

Wolfsong finds Lemontongue with an impressive assortment of brightly colored petals, though they seem to be entirely blue and yellow. "A beautiful collection. For what are you gathering them?"
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ 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: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ 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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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Though the both of them had lived alongside each other for quite a few moons now, Rattleheart found that she didn't actually know much about Lemontongue. Partially because of her own formerly antisocial nature, but also a fair bit because of his heritage, and all the baggage that unfortunately came with it. Once upon a time, she had been content to merely keep her mouth shut so that she wouldn't risk being thrown from the home that she and Scorchstreak had been offered - which meant turning a blind eye to quite a few injustices. Including those that had been enacted against the clan's medicine cats, a seemingly cursed position for ages until Wolfsong had come along. The tunneler could only hope that he would be the one to continue to break that curse, and hopefully end up retiring peacefully rather than finding a home in the stars before then.

Regardless of what may have kept her from Lemontongue's side before, she liked to think that she had turned over a new leaf. One that allowed her to be more outspoken, and not shun anyone in the clan because of their heritage. Even Sootstar's own kin, as difficult as that could be on occasion. That was why Rattleheart wore a soft smile as she came up beside Wolfsong, dipping her head to the medicine cat before turning all her attention to the younger moor runner. "Wolfsong's right, they are beautiful. Do you need any more? I know we've been rather blessed as of late, but I might have a variety that you haven't gathered tucked away in my nest." It would be a shame to lose even a fraction of the gorgeous blooms that decorated her and Venomstrike's nest, but she could part with a few of them if necessary. Especially if Lemontongue was gathering flowers for the important task of mourning, like many of their clanmates had already done before.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 50 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[SUNNVAR]

He walks in quiet stride with Wolfsong, a pace that they had grown accustomed to many moons and many miles from this place. He does not think of Vulturemask often in these times. What had been put behind him would remain there– for the most part, at least. Sootstar would still find her way within the maze of his thoughts. A haunting shadow with venom-green eyes at the edges of his vision. Sometimes he wonders if Vulturemask would have joined her there if he had known him for longer. Something about the dark-furred tom had always put him on edge. So too had Dandelionwish, it would seem. But before that. . . even as he tries to learn all he can of WindClan's past in preparation for its future, he knew little of who stood in these lines before. How many cats had Sootstar's reign discarded? How many more could none of them mourn or remember?

That is not what he thinks this to be, at first. His eyes flit to Rattleheart, nodding his quiet greeting and appreciation both, and returns to study where Lemontongue now stood in observation. It pushes the edges of their territory, perhaps even surpasses it some, adorned with a collection of petals that seem almost as if they were themed of the sky. field of blue with the yellow edges of sunshine, or distant stars. "You're mourning?" Sunstar finally guesses, a blunt guess that he hopes will not shatter the peace the warrior has found here.

⋆°•☁︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ╱╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝗕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 〚 02.11.2024 〛 𖤓

• OOC. —
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  SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN.   ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES

• "speech"

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[LEMONTONGUE]

✧ . The moor runner hadn’t expected his silent project to garner an audience, let alone the trio that takes part in it. Wolfsong’s voice startles the ruddy-furred warrior, round eyes shooting upward to look at the cat that stands in his mother’s place. Who finds safety, security, where she hadn’t. The first, perhaps, of many who’d followed her in rank to do so.

For what he’s foraging flowers for, Lemontongue opens his mouth to share an answer to, but Sunstar’s voice fills in where his stalls in uncertainty. Mourning, he offers a guess towards him. Slowly, the tom nods — for Sunstar is different than Sootstar, for Sunstar won’t chase him out for mourning a mother who never got to see him grow up.

“ Y-Yes, “ Lemontongue wavers out, as if trying to find his voice between it’s natural tone and the shield he’d held over it for so long, for safety, security. “ My mother. She… She rests outside of WindClan. She would’ve liked to see this, I think. “ A snow-tipped tail gestures towards the moors’ flowers in a sweeping motion, and for a moment, silence falls on him once more, before he looks to the pair before him.

“ She was… before your time. A healer, the first of the moor’s kind — Dandelionwish’s mentor. “ His gaze falls, focusing on blue and yellow petals at his paws. “ You’ll never guess what happened to her. “ Disdain fills his voice, a resting frown growing as he remembers a situation he’ll never fully understand, as his shoulders stiffen at what he’s endured since. It’s a history lesson, if anything: Sunstar wouldn’t strip him of his home for speaking of her, right?

And its Rattleheart’s voice that pulls him out of his thoughts, a grimacing face lifting at her question. It softens in contemplation, and a marigold gaze darts back down to his collection before moving to look at the lead warrior. “ If you wish, “ the warrior replies to her offer, a dip of his head in gratitude, “ But, you don’t have to — really, it’s… It’s okay. “​

✦ ABOUT

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  LEMONTONGUE ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Moor Runner of WindClan.
  ✧ . A cinnamon tabby and white tom with yellow eyes.
  ✧ . Honeytwist x Lionsnarl
  ✧ . Mentored by Flaxenjump
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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