wc rebels NEON TIGER, THERES A LOT ON YOUR MIND ⁀➷ pafp !

[FOXGLARE]

⁀➷ Leafbare grows colder still, and there remains a frozen pit of something lodged in Foxglares chest. But, the dawn continues to arrive following every blackened night, and the clan will need to be fed.

Nosing along the perimeter of the barn, he sniffs for signs of burrowing rodents or bird tracks. A glimmer of something catches his eye, and while he likes to think of himself as being not the easily distractible sort, he was not immune to the stirrings of curiosity.

Foxglare pads over and moves a bit of dried grass and rubble to reveal an odd, spherical, color-striped rock. He sniffs it warily, detecting some distant touching of twoleg-scent on it — but just about everything around this place smelled a little like twoleg, so he didn't find himself alarmed by it. Further investigation (poking it with one paw to watch it roll a whisker-length or so) proved that it did indeed seem to just be a unique rock. Ears twitched at the sound of a patrolmate, Gravelsnap, walking along nearby and he stood up straight, making a decision.

Gravelsnap liked rocks, right? He felt like he'd heard others talk about that ... sometime or another. Maybe they would have some insight into the oddity he found. Foxglare approached the other warrior quietly, lingering behind them awkwardly for a long moment as he thought up a proper greeting.

"Hey. Ya wanna see this rock I found?" he said finally, tail swishing to indicate toward the site of his discovery.

HOW COULD YOU THINK, DARLIN', ⁀➷☾⁺₊ I'D SCARE SO EASILY?

• OOC: he found a marble! please wait for @GRAVELSNAP
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  — sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
  — he/him. 14mo moor-runner of windclan
  — a large, scarred white and golden tabby tom with grey eyes
  — smells like wet oak and dewy sedge
  — sounds like leon kennedy, with a vague texan drawl.
  — the straight-faced and taciturn adopted son of houndthistle, lived as a twolegplace loner until 7 moons old, now a moor-runner of windclan. resilient, but not invincible. the continued stresses of war and a significant loss have led him to hold fast to his strict internal moral compass for fear of faltering.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — hs by ava, fullbody by antiigone
  — penned by eezy

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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ Leaving WindClan was probably for the best. Houndthistle is here, Slatetooth is here, and Periwinklebreeze is here. But they’ve left behind so much more, haven’t they? Not only their beloved collection of rocks, but their friend, their apprentice. They can’t help but feel like they have a paw on each side of this conflict—if they face Bluefrost or Thriftfeather in battle, could they bear to fight either of them? They hate to think of hurting either of their former clanmates.

Deep in thought, Gravelsnap has stopped paying attention to their surroundings. They are only snapped out of it by a sudden voice that comes from somewhere behind them. "Oh," they say as they turn around, clearly caught off guard. It’s just Foxglare, though, and their tensed muscles relax after a moment. He’s found a rock—Gravelsnap’s expression flickers with interest. "Yes."

Following the direction that Foxglare gestures in, hazel eyes settle on the rock in question. They extend a black-patched paw to bump against the rock—it’s smooth and brightly colored, unlike any rock already in their collection. "I’ve never seen a rock like this one," they say after a moment, eyes brightening. "Where do you think it could have come from?" The smoothest rocks they’ve found so far have been washed up on the riverbank, or at the bottom of the sun-warmed pool. Did this one also come from the water somewhere? Or perhaps it’s a special horseplace rock; wherever it comes from, Gravelsnap doesn’t care. They await Foxglare’s response with a flicker of their dark tail, eager to see what the tom thinks.​

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Not a day passes that Wolfsong isn't frustrated by the dismal access to herbs at the Horseplace, especially as the threat of confronting their former clanmates looms ever closer. He is woefully unprepared for serious injuries, though he supposes, in the end, it will resolve itself. Should they defeat Sootstar, they will once again have access to his medicine den and the stores there. Should they lose— well. Perhaps Wolfsong will not need to worry about such things should the stars take him.

Such thoughts do not serve anyone, however, so despite his grievances, Wolfsong carries on with his hunting of herbs growing closest to the Horseplace. He isn't surprised to cross paths with a patrol, though he is glad that Gravelsnap is accompanied by Foxglare rather than Gale and Yewberry, whose encounter saw fit to eat away the last of his patience. This has the makings of a far more bearable conversation. Wolfsong's interest is piqued, and his curiosity is certainly one way of distracting himself.

"Good! You have found my misplaced eye," the golden feline announces with warm humor, chuckling lowly before padding closer to peer at the odd sphere. "How does it fare under pressure? Have you attempted to crush it under paw?"
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 41 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 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]

If there was one thing only that Rattleheart knew about Gravelsnap - though he hoped at this point that he knew more than just that - it was how much his fellow warrior liked rocks. To some it may have seemed like an odd fascination, an odd habit of collecting that deserved to be shunned due to how useless it seemed. The tunneler had never really been of that mindset, though. Everyone needed things to keep them going through the day, and if Gravelsnap's rock collection helped them with that, then Rattleheart saw no reason to shame them. If anything, he just regretted that the younger warrior had been forced to abandon what remained of their collection when all of them had been forced to leave. It made sense that there hadn't been a chance to gather the collection up, but that didn't make the loss sting any less.

This new and strange little rounded rock, though... perhaps it could represent the start of a new collection? Or an addition to the old one once they retook Windclan's camp. Either way, Rattleheart's interest was piqued when he heard Foxglare's slightly awkward greeting. He padded over not long after Wolfsong, his own suggestions about where the stone may have come from dying in his throat when he heard the medicine cat's words. Immediate laughter bubbled up from his chest, falling freely from his muzzle as he shook his head and looked towards the colorful rock. "I didn't realize your eyes were quite so colorful, Wolfsong... but I suppose I haven't spent as much time staring into them as Sunstride has." There was a teasing edge to his voice, though it was all clearly good-natured. He thought the relationship between their leader and medicine cat was sweet, and certainly made the true Windclan's higher positions feel like a united front.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​