- Sep 6, 2023
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// tw for some sensitive topics surrounding grief, loss, and family loss!
There is a group of apprentices behind her, and the medicine cat apprentice. Rivewhisper steps on solid paws, having collected what little wildflower was left near camp before leaf-fall took the rest of the flowers for itself. The moors were growing, yes, but they were about to go through a period of regrowth- the coldest moons of their lives before newleaf came. She wonders, briefly, on their short trek if it would burst and bustle like it had before, if the bees would be plenty, if the food would be like leafbare thaw.
Rivewhisper doesn't attempt to say anything on her lead to the graves, but she grows to a slower pace, then a stop as they arrive. She lowers her head down, wildflowers tangled together, but enough stems for each apprentice to grab one or two and place it on a grave of their choice. Perhaps she attempts to channel Starclan's wisdom, like she had done when she was young and dreamt of being Wolfsong's apprentice, where she still played in the medicine den. She swallows gently before she speaks. "Here lay the bones of those past." Her tone is soft, and she pulls free two wildflowers. Lead by appearances, right?
She slowly steps into the neat rows, to where she knows Bearflight rests, his body long without his soul, but she imagines that he's watching her now. "Here, their spirits are closest with us, when they are not with Wolfsong or Sunstar." She speaks, loud enough for the apprentices to hear- but maybe she's saying it for herself? Rivewhisper is not sure. "We care for their graves, to keep them clean of debris and to place offerings to them." She continues, leaning down to place a wildflower on Bearflight's grave. Her nose shifts, brushing at the dark stone that one of their family made the run to fetch from the Moonstone.
She stays there for a long moment, then sinks down to her haunches before her brother's grave. Blue eyes, the softest they've been in a moon, are half-lidded as she looks on. Are you there, brother bear? Are you watching us, our family, our friends? She thinks, and she thinks loudly, hoping that Bearflight hears her. There is still a second wildflower, one she will move to place soon- but for now, she is settled by Bearflight solidly.
There is a group of apprentices behind her, and the medicine cat apprentice. Rivewhisper steps on solid paws, having collected what little wildflower was left near camp before leaf-fall took the rest of the flowers for itself. The moors were growing, yes, but they were about to go through a period of regrowth- the coldest moons of their lives before newleaf came. She wonders, briefly, on their short trek if it would burst and bustle like it had before, if the bees would be plenty, if the food would be like leafbare thaw.
Rivewhisper doesn't attempt to say anything on her lead to the graves, but she grows to a slower pace, then a stop as they arrive. She lowers her head down, wildflowers tangled together, but enough stems for each apprentice to grab one or two and place it on a grave of their choice. Perhaps she attempts to channel Starclan's wisdom, like she had done when she was young and dreamt of being Wolfsong's apprentice, where she still played in the medicine den. She swallows gently before she speaks. "Here lay the bones of those past." Her tone is soft, and she pulls free two wildflowers. Lead by appearances, right?
She slowly steps into the neat rows, to where she knows Bearflight rests, his body long without his soul, but she imagines that he's watching her now. "Here, their spirits are closest with us, when they are not with Wolfsong or Sunstar." She speaks, loud enough for the apprentices to hear- but maybe she's saying it for herself? Rivewhisper is not sure. "We care for their graves, to keep them clean of debris and to place offerings to them." She continues, leaning down to place a wildflower on Bearflight's grave. Her nose shifts, brushing at the dark stone that one of their family made the run to fetch from the Moonstone.
She stays there for a long moment, then sinks down to her haunches before her brother's grave. Blue eyes, the softest they've been in a moon, are half-lidded as she looks on. Are you there, brother bear? Are you watching us, our family, our friends? She thinks, and she thinks loudly, hoping that Bearflight hears her. There is still a second wildflower, one she will move to place soon- but for now, she is settled by Bearflight solidly.
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"speech"
// no need to wait, but it was targeted for these apprentices that she brought from this thread!
// @Frightpaw @CELANDINEPAW @Grasspaw @SHEEPPAW @cottonsprig @MIDNIGHTPAW
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RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, fourteen moons.
⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
⭃mentored by snakehiss / sunstar/ / mentoring no one
⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ;bearflight; singedpaw
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.