REWRITE ✧ cure announcement

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe leads his small patrol swiftly through their territory. When they reach Sunningrocks, the tabby sits neatly at the riverbank, his chin lifted high and proud. ThunderClan will save the rest of them, thanks to his brother… and he hopes they remember that the next time they curl their lips. His mother is a different sort of leader, but part of him thinks these other Clans owe them for saving their lives. The tabby would cash in on that at some point, were he Howlingstar… but alas, he is not. He will keep it in mind, though, the next time the river-dwelling cats want to snicker and taunt.

He blinks the sun from his eyes as it glints off the water. He can scent a patrol coming, and he rises to his paws. “RiverClan.” There is no warmth or friendliness in his tone, but he dips his head regardless. “We bring good news. Berryheart has found the cure for the sickness.” He flicks his tail, beckoning Moonwhisper and Wildheart forward. “We need to tell your medicine cat.”

✧ INFO.

• RIVERCLAN: @CICADASTAR @RAVENSONG
  THUNDERCLAN: @Moonwhisper @WILDHEART
  no need to wait!
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  — raccoon . raccoonstripe
  — he/him ; lead warrior of thunderclan
  — heteroflexible ; single
  — long-haired black tabby with white and dark brown eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Rai

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[salmonshade]

Another day, another patrol with Ratpaw. It’s not anything out of the ordinary at this point and Salmon is glad to find routine in something, as long as they didn’t assign her and her apprentice to the Windclan side of the border. She could be cordial with Thunderclan, but Stars forbid if Windclan tried anything with Ratpaw… She flexes her claws as they walk, knowing that ears would be shredded.

Theres another call to Riverclan, just as Blazestar had done. She looks over, flicking her ear as she stares as they talk. Apparently they found a cure. She resists the urge to roll her eyes, knowing how greedy they can get. What do they want in return? More of their land? Her head slightly jerks in a tilting motion, curious. She stands there with an even expression just as she had before she had been called to, irritation burning her ear tips as she stares. Until she jerks into motion, taking a deep breath in and letting a heavy sigh out. It’s fine. You’ve done this before, nothing to get frustrated about. “Okay. That is good news. I’m glad.” she matches the striped warriors tone, cool but cordial, glad that they could both agree that there was no real reason to be overly fake-friendly to each other. At least Lichentail had… a fighting chance, now. She briefly remembers Blazestar saying the sickness would kill every cat it touches- and Lichen fits the symptoms, right? Her teeth gnaw for her… not friend, she’s not sure what she could call her, but worry floods the pit of her stomach nonetheless. “We will go grab him.” she shifts her gaze from the three warriors that sit near Sunningrocks, the thought of them makes her blood boil, to her apprentice. She flicks her tail, a silent gesture to get moving, and they’re off again. Seems like she could never get a break for being the first one on scene.

₊˚.༄ info

• @Ratpaw ,, grabbing @RAVENSONG w her apprentice
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  -> salmon ,, salmonshade
  -> cis female ,, she/her ,, 30 months
  -> warrior of riverclan ,, former marsh grouper
  -> fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with low white and blue eyes
  -> “speech, ff91a4” ,, thoughts
  -> lesbian ,, single
  -> smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  -> image by @wrendoings [ disc ]
  

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[Moonbeam]

The ThunderClan border was the one that Ratpaw liked the most, not for the ThunderClanners but for the idea of the Sunning Rocks. She had promised her mentor day one that when she was a warrior they were going to get the rocks back, and Ratpaw was going to make sure they were RiverClan's to keep. She quickly followed behind the other as they neared, nose turned up as she sniffed the air, the scent of the forest-dwelling clan stronger than it was the last time they had been by here, and soon she understood why. It was because there were ThunderClanners there, waiting at the border - on RiverClan's rocks, and a small frown began to form on the white feline's face, brows furrowed slightly as they neared closer yet, only to pause slightly behind Salmonshade.

She stays silent, as she's taught, listening to the words that were shared. They had a cure and they wanted to speak with Ravensong. Why couldn't they just speak of the cure now, let the cats that find them on the border to share the information with their own medicine cat? Small huff left Ratpaw at the idea of the dark-furred feline having to pause his helping of those that were sick and injured to come to the border to speak to these cats, but when Salmonshade flicked her tail in a motion for the apprentice to follow, she did so quickly. Despite her thoughts and annoyance with the cats across the river, she couldn't help but put a sense of urgency and excitement in her step - there was a cure, which meant no more cats would get sick.

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• [ooc]
• ratpaw is a four moon old apprentice of RiverClan. Her mentor is Salmonshade. She is an all white cat with rounded ears and orange eyes. She is currently a weak swimmer, weak hunter, and a weak fighter. She is loyal to RiverClan, is bisexual and is currently NOT looking for a relationship. She is OPEN to plots and private threads, but CLOSED for injuries. PEACEFUL POWERPLAY IS ALLOWED.
• a reference image should go here (I do not have one teehee)

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[RAVENSONG]

Drawn out by Salmonshade and her apprentice, Ravensong sits on RiverClan's side of what used to be their territory. His eyes are half-lidded and stern. Oblivious to Berryheart's own sickness, Ravensong wonders why the news could not have come from the medicine cat alone. The knowledge is life-saving, it is best to not waste time waiting for the medicine cat gathering, but because it is being paraded by warriors, Ravensong feels less inclined to be so ready to trust.

Those rocks were RiverClan's—and Ravensong sees the presence of the fire-bestowing patrol as something intimidating. Stealing our lands and telling us how to save ourselves... how pathetic we are!

The knowledge that the ThunderClan warrior carries is sacred and the meaning of life and death for cats. Far greater, he sneers, than what this brown tabby is worth—if his cool voice is any evidence of pride. He can almost hear Dovethroat's chiding over Ravensong's arrogance and ego, but remains convinced that his heart is in the right place. There should be no trade-off for medicine. There never has been with the medicine cat gatherings as far as Ravensong knows. So that is why he speaks up, hackles raised uncomfortably.

"Is there a reason Berryheart cannot tell me himself?"

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN
  — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them"
  — openly suffers from chronic migraines
  — single, but "it's complicated"

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[Mosspool]

The caution of the rest of the patrol was shared by Mosspaw. If it was genuine, the offer to share a cure so readily was a generous one, but a patrol of Thunderclan warriors at the border was never a welcome sight. Part of her was certain there had to be some catch to this. Would the clan that their fight with the dogs be replayed with Riverclan's land really share their secrets so freely?

At least the leader of the Thunderclan patrol had the dignity not to pretend to be friendly. That earned him some small morsel of respect in her mind.

The sound of pawsteps behind her, and she glanced back to see Ravensong's arrival. He gave voice to her own suspicions, and she affixed her gaze back on the Thunderclanners, keen to see how they would address them.​

 

[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
Riverclan.
The cool-toned call from across the river is an unwelcome one, but from the way the Thunderclanners looked settled as they were brought into view gave Lakemoon the sense they had been there waiting.
So it was important.
The silver shadow says nothing, instead silently motioning for her apprentice to come to her side, eyes flickering between each of the other patrols faces.
Raccoonstripe, an estranged cousin, and another warrior who’s name was on the tip of her tongue.
The scarred warrior would opt to wait with the rest of the patrol while Salmonshade made the trip back to camp. Luckily, she is quick, and soon she is back with their midnight-furred healer.
When Ravensong prompts the question of Berryheart’s non-existent presence, the crinkle of concern in Lakemoons features is evident.
Where was her brindled kin? Was he well?

// apprentice tag @Flutterpaw
"speech"

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[CICADASTAR]

his warriors meet them suspiciously, verges cold — colder still as he arrives behind ravenpaw, head tipped down and frigid eyes flitting, searching like a starved hummingbird about the steely tabby lead’s face. unlike his clanmates, his tail flips with impatience ; he does not sit and fret, worry over thunderclan’s choices. they’d always been soft - hearted fools, so ever set on doing right they would throw themselves to the foxes if it fluffed their fur in death. but sickness is rampant now ; the gathering had plagued them all, doused them in misfortune. cicadastar can feel it in his bones, exhaustion seeping far into his lithe form and leaving him winded.

a cure, they say, and his orbital ear cranes aside in interest. he’d be scrambling for it if thunderclan didn’t settle know, high and proud on the shore of his river. sleeplessness, he was sure — just as the pounding in his temples was only a headache, only, only, only. ravensong asks the only question burning in his mind and as he does, chilled eyes fix unwavering on the patrol as if to say well? " lets hear it, then. " give it. give it, so he can stumble his way home and rest ; starclan knew he needed it.

COLD & CRUEL LIKE WINDS ON THE SEA  ╱ INFORMATION ✟

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• ★ ⋆ CICADASTAR −−−− FOUNDING LEADER OF RIVERCLAN. HOMOSEXUAL, MATED TO SMOKETHROAT. FIFTY MOONS, FATHER TO STARLIGHTKIT, CICADAKIT && BEEKIT. PENNED BY ANTLERS −−−−− ⁺₊✧
  
  
  he / him. tall, elegantly curled smoke tortoiseshell chimera with intense salt blue eyes. his structure sings a feral sort of hymnal, presenting an almost dangerous sort of beauty veiling what monstrosities lie beneath the ivory of his skull. jutting jawline and a squared chin, sunken cheeks drawing a shadow beneath high, sharp cheekbones with tall, angular ears settling high atop the flatter slope of his cranium. he is beautiful ; lucifer in the eyes of an envious god. for all his looks, his expression is lax, void — corpse - eyed and hollow until spoken to, sparking the undead to life. he is tall, lean, cut - glass pretty ; he smiles with too - many teeth, blackened frostbite pulling back his maw to bear canines setn beneath curling whiskers, pantomime skeletal. a predatory gracefulness from the lines that press the image of exhaustion beneath ice water hues to the slow, sure gait in which he walks, nameless strength poorly concealed within the hard lines of his physique. descending from a heritage of overtyped oriental shorthairs, cicadastar stands unnaturally tall amongst his peers, always holding himself with a tragic sort of grace ; poised, prim, and uncannily aware of how he appears.
  
  ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── smells like wet moss and meadowland thunderstorms.
  ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── notoriously paranoid and closed off, cicadastar will tend to lie, assume, and jump to conclusions whenever it suits him. any 'suspicious' ic actions he witnesses or hears about will have a strong effect, and will have ic consequences! if you're unsure of an interactions outcome, please feel free to send a dm!
  
  no character opinions represent my own.​
  
  
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[Petalnose]

Here Thunderclan was to save the day again.

She wondered if the clan would want another piece of their territory in exchange once more. She took a protective stance after she followed behind her leader. Her mix-matched gaze glued upon the thunderclan tabby coldly and as she did remembrance flowed over her. This was the same creature whom purposefully bothered her during the gathering, flirting with intentions she couldn't quite determine except for his own entertainment. Her tail lighted flicked behind her but she decided not to throw remarks as she normally would, questions arose of this so called cure. She was just as curious as them and curious if this clan would demand a requite from them. How suprised she would be if they wouldn't live to these expectations, though she was sure they would let that add to their ego and claims to have saved their clan.

Why did Starclan have to bless their enemies with these opportunities? Were they really the villains?

A huff of impatience flowed through her lungs, glare unmoving from the Thunderclanner.

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

The first she-cat to appear was pale brown; she was accompanied by a sharp-eyed apprentice. He did not immediately recognize them—and then, unbidden, the memory of marshy ground underpaw flashed before him, of hunting until the ache in his belly had nearly driven him mad. Salmonshade, like him, had served under Briar before the Great Battle. He dips his head to her, some of the frost melted from his gaze. “I appreciate that.”

When Ravensong did finally appear, accompanied by spectre-like Cicadastar and scowling Petalnose, Raccoonstripe notes sourly the young medicine cat did not seem grateful. “Do you want the cure, or do you want me to waste time running back to camp to get my brother? We need word to travel swiftly. He cannot run to four borders in one day. You may not have noticed, but he’s missing a paw.”

He flicked his eyes boldly to the RiverClan leader, mouth open and some silly remark unfurling on his tongue… when he noticed Lakemoon’s silvery pelt through the reeds. Her expression remained unreadably cool, but some of his spark extinguished under the watery pools of her eyes. Raccoonstripe looked upon her with regret, but he could not muster anything to say to her. To Cicadastar and to haughty young Ravensong, Raccoonstripe said, “Lungwort. It’s lungwort. Spotted leaves, blue flowers.”

The tabby rose back to his paws, which now itched terribly to get away from RiverClan. “ThunderClan is happy to have provided a cure so the forest can remain safe for us all.” Something flashed in his dark brown eyes, but what it was, no one could have said. He waved his tail in a half-hearted goodbye and nudged his former protégés to join him on the trek back home.

✧ INFO.

•  
• 
  — raccoon . raccoonstripe
  — he/him ; lead warrior of thunderclan
  — heteroflexible ; single
  — long-haired black tabby with white and dark brown eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Rai

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[RAVENSONG]

The sarcasm that bit back at him was expected for a ThunderClan cat—all they knew was their own greatness. This was only the second plague they claimed to deliver RiverClan from—first it was the dogs on Sunningrocks and then it was yellowcough. A long, slender ear twitched as he lifted his chin higher, unamused with the reaction he was given.

"And would you dare withhold it because of an honest question?" He muses across the river, eyeing the warrior carefully. The response he is given only solidifies his conjecture that there is something hidden, something that will rear its head eventually. Perhaps Cicadastar's paranoia is rubbing off on him. Ravensong shakes his pelt. The image of lungwort comes immediately to mind and his ears prick, betraying the state of things in his medicine den. They were safe—they had enough lungwort for the amount of sick cats already.

Of course, his suspicions are only heightened further with the tabby's farewell and he remembers how he fought alongside SkyClan back when he was a warrior apprentice as WindClan invaded them for catmint.

"This is the sort of thing cats can die for." He whispers to Cicadastar, although he knows his leader is well-aware, but Cicadastar is not on guard like the rest of them—what puts him so much at ease, Ravensong wonders. Does his leader notice that strange, unknown flash in the territory-stealer's eyes? He wants to make it clear to his leader that there is no cost to medicine—not how he understands how his mystic position and gatherings work. "But I know what that is." He continues, if only to let the leader know what is happening within his own Clan. "And we are safe, for now."

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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• 
  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN
  — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them"
  — openly suffers from chronic migraines
  — single, but "it's complicated"

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