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Ebonylight.

Ebonylight.

A light in the dark
Oct 17, 2023
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*+:｡.｡ TW for mentions of death, avoid paragraph w/ [*] and sickness, second [*] paragraph

Ebonylight never expected to live past adolescence.
{*} They'd watched cats pass away to sickness, starvation, and murder throughout their adolescence. Many, they'd just watched...give up. Just one day decided they weren't going to get up anymore and slowly, slowly, give up their fur, their muscles, their very bones to the uncomfortable grey rock of an unnaturally stone forest. Ebony wasn't the poetic type who'd look upon that kind of tragedy and vow to never give up - they'd learned quite quickly that it was rarely just a matter of choice or a test of strength. It was just a matter of time. You can train all you want, hunt all you want, and make as many connections as you'd like, but one day? One day the crows come for us all, and there'll be nothing of you left behind.

The only thing they could control in this awful story of theirs was how much fun they could have in the meantime. And fun they'd certainly had! Watching Gods fall, watching strong holds demolish, watching cats scream and bicker and lust for blood yet restrain themselves of their primal urges because of some invisible code dictated by sparkly, nonexistent cats. How lucky was Ebony to get to witness every part of this wonderful story!

They'd have liked to have a bigger role in it, granted, but just watching from the sidelines had been fun. Had been.

Ebonylight wheezed, blinking in surprise to find the contents of their stomach steaming lightly into the dewy air. Huh. Ebonylight had never gone out of their way to be particularly careful, so they would tell you with all the confidence in their soul that the only reason they hadn't died of sickness was pure luck. And that luck must've been strong, because throughout their moons they'd never actually felt the throws of illness, not once. Perhaps that luck had run out.

[*] Sitting up, Ebonylight rubbed at their maw, coming away to find nothing but bile. The smell alone made something in their gut wrench, and suddenly they were gagging again, lightheadedness and nausea making their eyes water. The moment passes, but the ache in their stomach doesn't subside. It's not as painful as they'd imagine the beginnings of illness to be, but the idea of the pain getting worse before leading to death was not an enjoyable one. Now was not the time to be getting sick, when the world was in chaos and the cats of Windclan weren't exactly their biggest fans right now. Their eyes wander to the medicine den, deciding a quick visit wouldn't hurt, just to confirm or not if this is a wander-into-the-night-and-disappear illness or just something that can be treated, like those yellow-cough cats.

But just as they make their way over, their eyes instead trail to the fresh-kill pile. Their stomach lurches again unpleasantly, despite their mouth-watering desperately in contrast. Huh.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 11/22/23




  • GENERAL:
    ☆ Ebonylight
    ☆ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
    ☆ 16 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    ☆ Mentored by X
    ☆ Windclan — Moor-runner




    COMBAT:
    ☆ Physically hard | mentally hard
    ☆ Attack in bold black
    injuries: None currently
​
 
──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── As he emerges from the medicine den to search the moors for more herbs, his one-eyed gaze falls upon Ebonylight— and hangs there, caught by the warrior's expression. Wolfsong frowns, altering his path to instead approach the darker feline, searching their silhouette for any injuries. He finds none, but when he nears Ebonylight, he can smell the acrid remnants of bile, and his nose wrinkles slightly. Has another sickness found WindClan, or has Ebonylight simply run afoul of a sligbtly spoiled meal? Perhaps they waited too long between eating, leaving their stomach acid to grow tumultuous without something to settle it.

"Ebonylight," he greets slowly, still scrutinizing their features. "You do not look well. What all troubles you? Is it solely an upset belly?"​
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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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Nightmareface watches as her clanmate wretches, vomiting up their breakfast which now sits stinking in the sand. Her snout wrinkles in distaste, a paw lifting as if it's about to cover her nose. "Couldn't have bothered to clean up that mess?" She mutters to whoever is nearby, already turning on her heels to walk away. Why should she afford Ebonylight any empathy? He's never done anything for her. Her mismatched eyes trail after him as he approaches the medicine den, where Wolfsong is quick to intercept him. She snorts. Good riddance. Get that stomach bug taken care of before you stink up the whole camp! With that thought, she wanders off, tail swinging at her heels. An ear is still trained on the den, however, for she is a curious cat and is eager to know what caused the show. Should they be worried about another illness sweeping through them?​
 
*+:｡.｡ Darkly clad ears twitch drowsily as they hear the approach of paws. Glancing up, they smile wanly, deicing there was no harm in showing a bit of vulnerability - may be exaggerating just a bit as they'd long since learned if you're going to show any make sure it ends with any potential opponent underestimating you at least. But it quickly stops being an over-exaggeration when another seemingly random wave of nausea has them doubling over with a small hiss. "I ah, I suppose so" they finally say, blinking hard as they try to refocus on the medicine cat. They study the feline closely, though they maintain their friendly smile, caution keeping their lips sealed for a moment longer before blinking their eyes shut with a sigh. "Low energy, too, and a bit of dizziness" They allow themselves to sit down, placing a paw gingerly on their stomach. For having recently expelled their breakfast, their stomach feels oddly bloated beneath their touch. Ugh. There's no game this time, and it's irking Ebonylight how weak they feel beneath this almost stranger's gaze. "I don't suppose you have any more of that yellow-cough medicine left?" they ask with an amused twinkle in their eyes, eager to strike some levity into the situation. But the thought of eating anything again makes their stomach churn uncomfortably.

Ebonylight shoots Nightmareface a pleasant smile, even as she's making her leave. "Apologies, ill get right to it" they call after the older woman. They don't see the harm in cleaning up after themselves, it'll earn them some points with their clanmates but otherwise kicking some sand over it isn't too much of an inconvenience.
*+:｡.｡ Updated 11/22/23




  • GENERAL:
    ☆ Ebonylight
    ☆ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
    ☆ 16 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    ☆ Mentored by X
    ☆ Windclan — Moor-runner




    COMBAT:
    ☆ Physically hard | mentally hard
    ☆ Attack in bold black
    injuries: None currently
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Sootstar watches from the Tallrock, grimacing as Ebonylight spills out contents from their recent meal onto the ground. Nightmareface is quick to complain about the mess, the irony flees her in the moment considering she’d never label the white and orange feline to be a cleanly cat.

As she lashes her tail and trots off Wolfsong inquires if a bellyache was all that bothered them. As Ebonylight speaks with the medicine cat Sootstar’s eyes narrow around their belly, her eyes glinting in realization. ”Wolfsong.” She calls down to the rosette tom, pointing her nose at Ebonylight. ”Their belly, it begins to swell.” She says, all too knowingly with the expirence of a two-time mother.
☾ INFO BATTLE
  • >> hope its okay she noticed, if not i can edit :)
  • » Soot ․ Sootstar
    » WindClan Leader
    » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
    » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
    » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  • » A high-stamina foe who can be difficult to hit.
    » Excels in quick, short moves.
    » Fights to kill and maim
    » Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
    » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing
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☾ Off to his own sat the ebony tom splattered in white, highlighting his rounded tufts of fur. Idly, he'd been eavesdropping with no intent on moving about. Having gotten tangled with the damned Riverclanners left the warrior licking his wounds near the medicine den. Minding any inkling of infection and the globs plastered on them by Wolfsong. Their rounded ears twiddled at Sootstar's remark. Kits were never a consideration in the Tunneler's life, but the mention of it made him ponder.

Something even he could admit would bring forth the wrath within from any crying or neediness. He preferred space, quiet, and satisfying his own desires. The thought of sacrificing his comfort alone made his maw grimace with disinterest. I wouldn't be caught dead running around with the little parasites. Harbingermoon could hardly stand Apprentices and their endless questions, let alone a living, breathing embodiment of himself. Shaking away the disturbing thoughts, he continued to lean in. Listening for the reaction of all involved. ☽

☾ OOC ☽
not currently interacting, just being nosy​
 
*+:｡.｡ Sootstar, his queen, speaks from atop the heavens and bestows upon him her righteous knowledge...
And suddenly there's a chink in Ebonylight's perma-grin.
Their belly...why is she pointing out their belly?
He follows her gaze to his guts and stares at it with increasingly dilating pupils.
But that...it couldn't...it's not like...Ebb wasn't...No.

"I think I'm going to be sick again" He laughs nervously, but if a cat could turn green, his head would be a block of emerald.
*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/6/23



  • GENERAL:
    ☆ Ebonylight
    ☆ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
    ☆ 16 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    ☆ Mentored by X
    ☆ Windclan — Moor-runner (Loyalist)





    COMBAT:
    ☆ Physically hard | mentally hard
    ☆ Attack in bold black

    injuries: None currently
    ☆ Currently 1 moon pregnant!
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