camp POCKETFUL OF SUNSHINE — intro

[HAILNOSE]

A soft purr would escape Hailnose's jaws as she stretched out onto her side, enjoying the warmth of the sun. With the weather cooperating just enough that morning, she decided to take full advantage of the opportunity to sunbathe. Closing her eyes, she would listen to the sounds of the kits playing across the sandy hollow and the hustle and bustle of some of the clan's warriors. One eye would open as paw steps increased in volume, evidence of an approaching clanmate. A soft grin fell upon her muzzle as she greeted them with a wave of her tail. "Good Morning! Did you sleep well?" A pause would follow to allow for her clanmate to respond before she mused a response. "Sit! There's room for you to relax with me too!" Patting the ground beside her with her tail, she would gaze at her clanmate expectantly, in hopes they would take her offer. Regardless of the clanmate that had approached her, she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

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OOC NOTES . ♡ . CHARACTER INFO

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  - moor runner of windclan
  - afab ; feminine pronouns
  - 36 moons / ages realistically on the 1st
  - lh blue tabby w/amber eyes
  - peaceful/healing powerplay allowed ; attack in underline
  

  
  

 

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── With so many patients in the medicine den –and others confined to their own nests– relaxing is quite possibly the furthest thing from his mind. He flicks an ear, his one-eyed gaze sliding down to the empty space Hailnose gestures at before lifting to watch the nearby repair of the gorse wall. "Room, yes. But the time? I am afraid I have none." he says finally, though not unkindly. He did not answer her other question; Wolfsong is not incapable of idle conversation, but he finds that the weariness of days past have chipped away at his patience. He is, in fact, poor company, and would not force Hailnose to suffer it, however willing she may appear.

"If you happen to see Sunstride, please tell him he needs to stop by the medicine den. I would track him down myself if I had fewer injuries to clean." He manages a small, grateful smile –regardless of her acquiescence– and stretches out his limbs before making the trek back to work. It is good to see some of his clanmates are in higher spirits, even if his own have not yet recovered.
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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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[rivewhisper]

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Rivepaw was quiet as the warrior spoke to her ðir, padding up to press her flank to his legs. Ice blues, matching to her parent's, glanced up to meet with his eyes if she was given the chance. Rivepaw supposed she owed her life two times around to her ðir- once, for her initial, and second, for when Wolfsong did what he could to mend her stomach. The scar still stretched painfully from time to time, but she was going to have to learn to work around it.

Ears twitched gently. "I can let him know, too." Rivepaw responded, watching Wolfsong pad off to continue his word. A frown touched her face at how tired he seemed- all of them seemed like that, these days. Her ears twitched, as if aware she wasn't alone suddenly, scarred visage shifting towards Hailnose. She offered a tiny smile. "I'll sit. Forgive him, he's a busy cat." Rivepaw said. Though her tone betrayed amusement, the guilt she felt internally wouldn't end. She knew that Wolfsong would be stuck with a busy life for a while yet.

Rivepaw sat next to the warrior, her vision shifting back towards camp's repairs. Without Snakehiss around, she didn't have anyone to give her orders- not yet, anyways. "I slept okay." You're lying again. "Yourself?"

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Things had gotten quite loud there for a moment, but now they were quiet again - quiet and warm - so Frightkit figured it was time to stretch her little wings! The kitten would stumble around camp, hopping from sunbeam to sunbeam - or cloud shadow to cloud shadow depending on which was less frequent. In her thoughtlessly amused travels, she'd quickly find herself stumbling upon the small group of cats, all of whom she'd never seen before until now. She'd have remembered pelts so brightly colored in the spare moments she peeked out of the nursery. That was another new observation for the little lady - it'd gotten loud, then quiet and warm, and also so many guests decided to visit! Trilling excitedly, Frightkit figured now was better than never to say hello!

"Hiii!" the kitten chirps in a sing-song voice, bouncing over to the chatting cats. She glances with a giggle at the one-eyed golden tabby, commenting, "bye busy! What a funny name! Plopping down, Frightkit would begin pawing at her tail, fidgeting as she doesn't quite know yet to comply with the social cues that come with 'relaxing time'. "I had a bird today! Like you" she announces helpfully, the fact the most interesting thing at the time as she recalls the scarlet feathers of its breast - a rare robin that looked very similar to Rivepaw in one part of its coloration at least.

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  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit and Witherkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[RATTLEHEART]

Much like Wolfsong, Rattleheart found herself doubting whether or not she could actually even contemplate rest as a serious prospect. An ironic issue for the older tunneler to be having, considering it was the medicine cat himself that had last told her to do so. Actually pausing to take that advice felt almost borderline impossible though, as she agonized over making sure that the smaller duties in Windclan were taken care of. Trusting Sunstride and his council was the easy part, but with each of them having so many duties to attend to, it felt vital for warriors like herself to fill in the gaps. Though, when she really thought about it, she knew not taking care of her health would only make any help harder to provide in the long run.

That was why she allowed herself to pause when she heard Hailnose nearby, already accompanied by the steadily healing form of Rivepaw and the more excitable young Frightkit. Though she didn't take a place at Hailnose or Rivepaw's sides, she did sit down nearby, long tail curling neatly over surprisingly pure white paws - it had been some time since she had been down in the tunnels, per Wolfsong's orders. "Hopefully Wolfsong will take advantage of some more simple moments of rest once the majority of the clan's injuries are healed up. Right now I'm sure he's just worried about the stock of herbs that we have." An understandable worry, considering they weren't yet graced by the coming warmth of newleaf. Dipping her head in a silent greeting to both Hailnose and Rivepaw, she looked towards Frightkit with a faint grin. The kit's fidgeting reminded her of herself when she was younger. "Was it a good piece of prey, little one?"
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[slateheart]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Slatetooth is always grateful to be able to relax lately. On his own accord, of course. Especially on days like this, with the sun warming the cold earth. Though, he isn't as grateful when it's practically forced on him: on bed rest for several days, and permitted only small activity for several more. His paws itched to run.

Today, however, seeing a small gathering of resting cats - he couldn't help but voluntarily join in. Ever since their return from Horseplace (and even within the barn itself), Slatetooth had been trying harder to connect with the Clanmates he'd felt ostracized from for moons. It felt awkward at times, and natural some others, but he knew it would do him some good. As long as he could give himself the push.

Wolfsong had excused himself from the scene, rejecting Hailnose's offer for sunbathing, and the black-furred warrior didn't really blame him. If he had his own tasks to tend to, he'd probably do the same. He passed the golden warrior on his way towards Hailnose with a small dip of his head. "I'll sit too," Slatetooth offered, settling down on the opposite side of Hailnose from Rivepaw and young Frightkit. Soon, they were joined by Rattleheart as well, and the tom offered the older warrior a friendly smile.

With his paws tucked underneath him, Slatetooth allowed his muscles to relax. The sting of his wounds had waned away for the most part, allowing him to actually enjoy the sun on his dark fur. "Birds are a rare treat out here," he commented, giving Frightkit some acknowledgement. Such an unfitting name for such the lighthearted kitten, but his expression wouldn't betray this thought. Instead, he held the same small, friendly smile. "I hope you enjoyed it."

After the small talk with Frightkit, his green eyes travelled across each Clanmate gathered here. Slatetooth pondered what he would say next, if anything at all. Be friendly. Be welcoming. Inclusive. Cats like friendly, welcoming and inclusive cats. Right? "How are.. you all faring lately?" he finally asked. Though his words were unsteady and his tone odd and nervous, he meant the question well; he knew things were tough on everyone lately, and it would do him proud to hear if they were well. "I, for one, am itching to get out onto the moors again. It's like I've got ants in my paws." With these words, he flexes his white toes against the ground, imagining them gliding across the soft grass. Er.. snow, he supposes.

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• SLATETOOTH ✩ he/him, moor-runner of windclan, 19 moons.
  ⭃ a short-furred black tom with low white markings and green eyes.
  ⭃ son of LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE // brother to GRAVELSNAP, ASHPAW
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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