MUTATION \ p-p-practicing

[FEATHERSPINE]

Though Featherpaw hadn't wasted a single moment in honing her warrior abilities, to be a worthy daughter of Sunstar and Wolfsong both- to earn the blood she was lucky enough to bear- there were certain things she had not practiced. Now her sparring was fierce and defensive, her hunting was most-of-the-time successful (and she had time to push herself further), and her tracking was impeccable, there was one last aspect of herself that needed to be chipped at.

His voice. It snagged and caught, you'd be stupid not to notice it. And he had worked out the pattern- that was the first step to stomping it out. To be a perfect warrior, to be a Windclanner fire-forged and faultless, she would have to smooth out everything. Abrasiveness and coldness, the mean he had always been called, that was necessary, for who knew who might be a traitor in their midst- but this, Featherpaw could fix, and would not lose anything from it.

He met his own gaze in the water of the sun-warmed pool. "P-P-Pinkpaw." he spoke his friend's name first, quietly. It always happened then. "Pinkpaw," and he spat it a little bit harshly, but it had come out fully-formed.

"B-buh..." A small growl. "Bluepool." Spat, again... but perfect, otherwise.

"Bees. P-p-puh- p-p-p-puh... ugh!" A harsh, dissatisfied growl burst from him. Perfection could precede, but then something utterly awful followed. Clearly it wasn't a consistent incline of ability. "P-Poppies." Embarrassing.​

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[dimmingsun]

Today, Dimmingsun decides to more or less stir a hornet's nest. Featherpaw's chocolate pelt is all but a warning — the tones are muted, laying in wait, but bright enough to classify as a symbol of danger. She never misses the opportunity for a sharp retort, always paired with a glare that could send the more shy types running in the opposite direction.

Dimmingsun is not the shy type.

"You're doing good." His voice comes first from behind Featherpaw, and then he settled beside him, calm and unbothered. He already knows the very simple thing he said will not be accepted, and maybe the early mentioned gaze will shred Dimmingsun into bits before storming off to glare daggers into someone else. But, Dimmingsun is not about to pass by such an earnest attempt at bettering oneself.

For what it's worth, he doesn't even notice Featherpaw's stutter anymore. He's heard it so many times. But it doesn't take a lot of genius to figure out that the sharp-witted apprentice would rather choke than stumble over another word.

Dimmingsun folds his front paws underneath him, staring up at Featherpaw with kind eyes. "Does it taste that bad?" His maw moves, like he is rolling his tongue around in his mouth, passing it over pearly whites and looking for the aforementioned taste. "Just 'cause you spit those words out like it's venom. Is it easier that way?" He knows he's treading a delicate line here; his voice is mellow and soft, not betraying a hint of menace but rather curiosity- whether Featherpaw will take it as such instead of an insult is up to debate.

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INTO THE NIGHT ✦ I DRINK AND DRIVE

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• DIMMINGSUN ✦ WINDCLAN WARRIOR
  ────── HE/HIM ✦ PENNED BY KARMEN ✦ 04/15
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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── They each have their unique challenges, his and Sunstar's children. Weaknesses, some might say, though Wolfsong challenges them to do as much in earshot. It is not that they have obstacles which concerns Wolfsong, but how his children move forward with them, and though he knows her speech is a source of great frustration for her, it is not so for Wolfsong. He is training well as a warrior. He has survived battle and the wounds which followed; if she must take more time to speak, so be it— he deserves to be heard.

Perhaps it is...unruly of Wolfsong, but it does amuse him that Featherpaw finds speaking harshly much easier than gently. Ever his rough Bird's Wing.

"I doubt it is the taste of the word," he says, a muscle above his eyes twitching. "I would wager it is more a fierce tugging. Force, like freeing a stubborn burr— would you agree, Featherpaw?" Wolfsong dips a paw into the pool.
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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.

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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: 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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[Firefang]

It’s real funny watching the hotheaded apprentice struggle and tumble over her own words. It’s a sight to behold and she languishes in the misery of such an embarrassing flaw, she can even feel a purr rumbling in her chest as she wanders over to the sunwarmed pool and lays herself in it. Her muscles had ached horribly and the need to relax them had overpowered her want to stay dry - least she had entertainment. She was almost certain her presence is unwanted but she doesn’t care, Featherpaw didn’t own the Sun-Warmed pool anymore then she did. His heritage had saved him from the worst of her teasing and temper but wouldn’t save him today from being the butt of a few jokes. Even Wolfsong’s presence that’d normally send her packing in the opposite direction doesn’t stir her. She was comfortable! Though she does find it annoying how daddy-dearest would always come to his children’s beck and call to protect them from any word she meowed regardless if it had barbs or not.

"Hardly p-puh-perfect" she says with a smirk, mockery had always gotten a rise out of Periwinklebreeze, it’s likely to get a rise out of him. She’d bet Periwinklebreeze would’ve never been a lead warrior without learning to grow a backbone from moons of jeers of the ilk. He should thank her really! "Take deeper breaths, don’t focus so much on the pronunciations just spit em out. The other clans will tear into you worse then I can hearin’ you struggle if you even think about talkin’ smack to them" her words are almost always double sided, there is some helpful advice there some motivation to spurn her and any other detractor but also she’s talking for her amusement as well.

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 22 moons
  ⭃ Black tabby she-cat with amber eyes. former-loyalist of Sootstar, Moorunner.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherpaw was very aware that this was not a private place, though- perhaps stupidly- he had hoped to remain uninterrupted. Annoyance sparked in her chest at the sight of Dimmingsun, and he narrowed his eyes at the warrior as he spoke, unsure what to gain from his words. So too was he unsure what to provide. Would truthfulness be turned against him? Would admitting ignorance mean betraying some sort of... immaturity? Featherpaw swallowed, his throat drying a little, as she wandered toward the answer slower than she would have liked.

Even in her moons of life and training, Featherpaw could not fathom reaching the level of wisdom that Wolfsong exhibited. Sharp eyes softened slightly upon his approach, and at last his mind settled on something. She nodded, slow and thoughtful. "Yes... like trying to rip something in t-two." The tugging of a burr, or a matted bit of fur, either way... "It'd be easier if it just tasted b-buh.... d-didn't taste good. I could get over that."

Distantly, Featherpaw realised he was letting some softness seep out- if it was not Firefang who next interjected, perhaps she would have stayed that way. But as soon as the dark tabby spoke up, Featherpaw regained every ounce of poise that had wilted a little- he was as proper and impenetrable as ever. "That's what I was doing," she spat- bold of Firefang to offer advice when she'd apparently not been listening to her spit the words out only moments ago. "If other Clan cats spend half as much t-time as you do getting a rise out of me, I mourn their empty fresh-kill p-p-piles." There wasn't enough time in the day to tear into him more than Firefang did. he wondered how she got any work done.​

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[dimmingsun]

Dimmingsun sees Wolfsong first before hearing him, golden tabby stripes inching ever closer to them. Idly, he wonders if the medicine cat would take not-so-kindly to Dimmingsun interrupting one of his offspring's moments. At least he hasn't said anything out of line.

Much unlike Firefang.

He focuses first on Featherpaw, her agreeing with Wolfsong's description, opening up just a tiny bit before closing back up. It's as good as it'd get for now. Dimmingsun cannot overlook the fact that the stingy apprentice put aside his weapons despite the vulnerable state he had found her in. "Makes sense." He nods, face serious. Curious. He's never had the displeasure of working through anything relating his speech; he always found it easy to say what's on his mind without tumbling over the words, and yet he often finds himself sympathizing with the stutters or the anxieties some of his Clanmates have.

It's only after he acknowledged Featherpaw that he finally addresses Firefang. Still loafing about, only tipping his head back over his shoulder to see that darker pelt beside him. "I'm sure imitating Featherpaw's troubles will serve as motivation for him. It's just what he needs." Sarcasm drips from his voice, eyes displeased for once.

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INTO THE NIGHT ✦ I DRINK AND DRIVE

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• DIMMINGSUN ✦ WINDCLAN WARRIOR
  ────── HE/HIM ✦ PENNED BY KARMEN ✦ 04/15
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