pafp relentless // plane sighting

[cottonsprig]

Returning to camp was the only easy part of this catastrophe. Everyone fights their own demons, be it a nasty cough they can't be rid of, or a companion lost to the fire. She picks and chooses which ones of her own will right themselves - and for the better part of the afternoon and into the night, she's chosen to check and double check every leaf, stem, and petal in their stores. It seems that what they had was largely untouched by the fire, although so much of it had been dusted with soot and ash. She counts her blessings and takes a break, just outside of the medicine den.

Her gaze naturally carries upwards; the rainclouds have moved on, gifting them clear skies for the night. She watches with narrowed eyes for a moment, as if she'll decipher a sign just from the way they twinkle - however before long she notices something... different. Blue and red blinking lights, slowly traveling across the sky. Her ears twitch backwards with confusion, "What in the..." She's not sure how to decipher something like that, if at all. She's seen weird things in the skies and dismissed them as too-high birds, but... birds don't blink like that. Right?

[ pls wait for one of the following to post! @Firefang @Addervenom @DIMMINGSUN ]​

 

[dimmingsun]

Dimmingsun had thought accompanying Cottonpaw would be good enough exercise. His legs have felt restless ever since he very start of the fire, but pushing himself past new bounds would only hinder his recovery, so sticking to the medicine cat apprentice made sense. She wasn't in a hurry, would not hiss at him for being slow. Seeing if they could find any surviving plants was a pleasant way to spend the time.

His tail finally doesn't drag behind him in the dust. There's no defeat on his face and heart; even if most of the herbs are now coated in black, they're alive, and what more could a warrior ask for to boost his spirits?

As if on cue, there's something overhead that catches Cottonpaw's attention. Dimmingsun pushes his muzzle up, like something heavy is sitting on his forehead and is trying to push it down, eyes narrowing against the brightness of the sky.

"Not a new sign, right?" His voice is thick as he acknowledges the very possibility of said sign. "We've had enough of those to last us for a while."
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[SNOWGLARE]

જ➶ To be able to sleep underneath a clear sky not filled with smog and ash is something that he will call a blessing. And surely the rain was one from Starclan. Gifting them some kind of mercy and he is glad for it. Even though he has seen things go well all of this and more seem to be tied in with those cats in the sky. His paws are quiet as he treads a path after the rest of them. Gaze resting on the ground, the dark soot that stains his paws. At least camp survived and from there he believes things will get better. It will just take time. He is about to press on when he hears Cottonpaw and he glances to her before picking up the strange rumbling noise in the air. Pulling his ears back he lifts his head up to view what the other is seeing, Dimmingsun doing the same. His eyes flick across the starry sky and he too sees the strange blinking but he has seen this before. Yet even so he still doesn't know what it could be.

"That sometimes happens...but I don't know what it is. It's moving pretty fast though. And Starclan knows we don't need another sign." Unless it is a telling of easier times ahead then most certainly not.​

 

[Bluepool]

Her family is in shambles. Bluepool knows. Sootstar is dead and her other sister had been making herself scarcer and scarcer recently, all she really has left of her flesh and blood are the children her kin had left behind. She does not hover, she would never dream of encroaching upon their lives now when for so long she had stayed realtively out of them, but there are a lot of moments she finds herself asking if they wanted to go hunting together, if there was anything she could do to help around the medicine cats den. A walk across the territory just to speak to one another anything. Bluepool just longed to be in the presence of others who understood her so desperately. Others who had loved Sootstar but understood the necessity of cutting her out like an infected wound.

This is why she finds herself here right now, alongside Dimmingsun and Snowglare, helping to sort through the ash and soot that had infiltrated every crack and crevasse of their home. Upon Cottonpaw's observation, she tilts her head upwards so that she may also look at the sky. The two blinking lights remind her of her and Scorchstreak if only because they are red and blue, like them. If it was a sign, she selfishly finds herself hoping it is about them, that it is a good one telling of the long lives that they would have together. "If it's a sign I hope it is something good this time. Star's know we need something good" she says, putting her thoughts to speech as she looks first from Dimmingsun to Snowglare when they both declare that they did not need another sign right now. She agrees though, the last thing her clan needed right now was more strife.

( ➸ ) test my worth in blood

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  BLUEPOOL WINDCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO SOOTSTAR & MINTSHADE
  

  A small framed moor runner with a blue toned pelt and black stripes. Her tail is cropped and her eyes are golden in color. On her chest, she sports a large 'X' shaped scar.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + isn’t above using dirty tricks in order to win
  

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[Addervenom]

Like those before him, he too lifts his head skyward, deep amber eyes squinted against the bicolored flickering of an object above them. A bitter scoff is expelled from his nares, pausing to regard his clanmates' input. Windclan had received enough signs to last him several lifetimes. He hoped that if they truly cared for this clan, another dire situation would not follow so soon after the one they were recovering from. However, he was no medic. So, his attention drifts to his younger littermate who has dutifully followed Wolfsong's teachings. "Well," He drawls expectantly, assuming she has an answer to the oddity hovering above by now. "What does it mean? If it means anything." He rumbled, taking a seat on the ground. ​

»»———- windclan warrior / sixteen moons old / he/him ———-««​