camp MARCHING ONE BY ONE ◈ ants

[Bearflight]

The freshkill pile does not often draw his interest, his food is brought to him when its time to eat so he rarely bothers snooping about it; trusting instead in both parents to provide meals and bring him delicious things. But today his blue eyes are wide and intent upon it, watching the moving black specks like many stains rippling along over a small sparrow and trailing outward from it across the ground in a long winding line. Bearkit leans down and sniffs hesitantly, his breath blowing over the minute dots and scattering a few as he huffs; realizing his folly he leans back to avoid disturbing them further and settles down in a crouch to watch. The tiny insects march forward without pause, those leaving the pile with bits of prey in tightly locked jaws that resemble curved thorns and those approaching swarming the side of the bird's limp wing in droves. They were taking their prey, tiny piece by tiny piece. He had heard of the rogues that were becoming prevalent in their land recently, also stealing their prey and causing a ruckus. His father was recently sent on a patrol to find them and punish them. Were these perhaps rogues as well? It was no wonder they needed a full patrol to seek them out to deliver justice for there were so many of them he expected a cat might be overwhelmed. The rosette tabby was large for his age but even he was unsure of what to do in face of such great numbers, but a true warrior would not allow this theft to simply happen.
After a moment Bearkit rose to stand and stomped forward, heavy paws trampling the line of thieves and to his dismay they retaliated. The kitten felt them swarming his fur, moving like fleas through his pelt and suddenly countless little pricks of stabbing pain registered as he gave a loud wail of alarm and turned to go rushing back to the safety of the medicine cat den.
"ðir! The rogues! They're killing me!"
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[Ooc]
Crying for @WOLFSONG
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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── To say that Bearkit's cry alarms Wolfsong is a severe understatement. He's moving for the entrance before his mind has even fully registered his son's cry, claws unsheathed and prepared to sink into whatever creature has dared harm his kit. But there are no rogues in sight, the breeze empty of their acrid stench, and Bearkit is alone— save for the small ants squirming over his paws. Relief nearly knocks Wolfsong off balance, replaced by another protective determination, and he snatches both moss and cobwebs to snare as many of the insects from Bearkit's fur as he can.

Some of them manage to migrate to Wolfsong, but he swallows them up before they can deliver their sting. "What happened, my heartling? Did you step into an ant pile?" Perhaps blackberry leaves can relieve his pain as it would for bee stings. "Cottonpaw, would you mind bringing me more moss and cobwebs?"

//forgot to @cottonpaw bc im a fool ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (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, 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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[FEATHERSPINE]

It was no secret that Featherkit was grouchy. Even Pink-kit had managed to pick up on it, and though everyone had acted like it was the most unkind thing she could have possibly said, he found that he didn't disagree with her. The tom was in no hurry to waltz around and proclaim himself a frowny-face, but how could he disagree when he looked at very minor things like this- like insects, sprawling across his brother's form- and feel a fire of annoyance intertwined with the concern that came with his crying?

"Don't sit next to me anytime soon," Featherkit said with a wrinkle of her nose. It was undoubtedly an insensitive thing to say, though her voice wasn't as frosty as if might be with a more unfamiliar kit. Maybe if Wolfsong were elsewhere, she would fret more. Most of her concern now lay with not being a victim to the same infestation. If it was anything like a rogue attack, as Bearkit keened about, she would be keeping her distance. Especially when the ailment was insect-related...​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[FINCHPAW! ☆]

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Wolfsong isn't the only one startled by Bearkit's sudden cry - though it's not meant for her ears, Finchkit glances up, brows furrowing as she tries to catch a glimpse of these ever-elusive but ever-present rogues. There doesn't seem to be anything, though, just Bearkit leaping away from the fresh-kill pile, and so, of course, she trots over as well, not crowding over her fellow kit but inspecting him with curiosity even as Wolfsong begins to gently dab at his pelt. "Where're they? I don't see - oh!" Her realization is punctuated with a break in her question, spotting the tiny black forms that still linger around Bearkit and appear to lead a trail right back to the fresh-kill pile where he'd been only moments before. "I didn't know they were this small - how come we're having so much trouble with them stealin' our stuff?" As if to prove a point, she edges a little closer, bringing a paw down to bat at one that had fallen away from Bearkit.

The deed is done, the insect crushed beneath her paw, and she feels powerful, that is, until a sudden stinging sensation flares up in her paw, one of the creatures having noticed her presence and apparently deciding to kill her, too. "AH!" she yelps, pulling back, and suddenly Bearkit's and the rest of WindClan's troubles didn't seem so trivial. "They bit me, too!" Her curious, flippant expression is quickly swapped for one of grim determination, staring down these pesky rogues that dare to attack them in their own camp. Featherkit is no help, just watching on as if she didn't care at all, but Finchkit certainly cares. "Don't worry, Bearkit, I'll help get 'em too!" she announces, focusing on the ones that were still near her fellow kit (the ones over by the fresh-kill pile can wait for later, when Bearkit isn't getting eaten alive before their very eyes). As she begins to thwap her paws against the ground, taking out rogues one by one, it's a silly sight to see from afar, as each time one manages to get a blow in before its demise, she hops to a different paw, shaking out the offending limb before continuing on her noble quest of saving Bearkit and also all of WindClan from this evil scourge.​

i want to spin something out of nothing - (☀︎) - lead to gold, spring from winter

• OOC: --​
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  - Finch Finchkit
  - She/her (AFAB)
  - 3 moons
  - Loner Kit of WindClan
  - Hearty & scruffy chocolate lynx point with splashes of white and bright blue eyes
  - Art by Jay & base by googaoo respectively! <33
  - Minor powerplay allowed!
  - Penned by Hijinks​