- Jan 9, 2023
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There are clusters of new faces filling the medicine cat den as of late, with Chilledstar apparently having allowed the other clans to take refuge in ShadowClan territory until they could figure out how to tackle the rogue problem. Roosterstrut hadn't much of an issue opening his home to cats in need; what was bad for everybody else was ultimately bad for the marshlands as well. What if the brutes came knocking on their door next? Only time will tell.
Pale green hues drift wearily around the many bodies resting — or possibly tossing and turning — in the unfamiliar environment. They eventually linger on a solid black she-cat, which prompts his brain into rummaging around for distant memories. It struggles, more sluggish than usual, so Roosterstrut resorts to asking her directly, "Hey..." A faint moorland scent fills his senses; a WindClanner, surely. "Were you-" He turns his head away to cough. It seemed that some cats showcased more prominent symptoms than others, and Roosterstrut just so happened to be stuck with a bothersome irritation in his throat. "Were you a part of the Marsh Colony? You look familiar."
It is only moments later when the red tabby tom realizes that he has forgotten basic manners. He cleared his throat and shook his head before meowing, "'m Roosterstrut, by the way." Yes, of course, an introduction was probably in order wasn't it? He probably should have led with that in the first place, but then again, this sickness was making his brain all sorts of jumbled up.
Pale green hues drift wearily around the many bodies resting — or possibly tossing and turning — in the unfamiliar environment. They eventually linger on a solid black she-cat, which prompts his brain into rummaging around for distant memories. It struggles, more sluggish than usual, so Roosterstrut resorts to asking her directly, "Hey..." A faint moorland scent fills his senses; a WindClanner, surely. "Were you-" He turns his head away to cough. It seemed that some cats showcased more prominent symptoms than others, and Roosterstrut just so happened to be stuck with a bothersome irritation in his throat. "Were you a part of the Marsh Colony? You look familiar."
It is only moments later when the red tabby tom realizes that he has forgotten basic manners. He cleared his throat and shook his head before meowing, "'m Roosterstrut, by the way." Yes, of course, an introduction was probably in order wasn't it? He probably should have led with that in the first place, but then again, this sickness was making his brain all sorts of jumbled up.
