pafp SCREAM AND SHOUT / med den visit

[Hawkcloud]

When the sun begins its gentle rise into the branch-crossed sky, casting dawn shadows across the slowly-waking camp, Hawkcloud makes her way towards the medicine den. Her steps are unusually heavy, a strange weight settling its way into the she-cat's heart over the course of the past few days — sinking like a stone into the river. It was the burden of guilt, of worry, a gnawing emotion foreign to the lighthearted, ever-cheerful Hawkcloud. By the time she was made aware of the fox that attacked Magpiepaw and Eveningpaw, her apprentice had already been taken to the medicine den, wounds scouring their sides. And Hawkcloud hadn't been there. And while the warrior gets the sense that the apprentice wouldn't have wanted her there anyways, if their poisonous glares and angry growls are any indication of their feelings towards her, a hatred Hawkcloud still doesn't understand — she still wishes she was there.

As she nears the entrance to the medicine cat's den, the she-cat hesitates, drawing a steadying breath. The scent of bitter herbs reaches her tongue, one that had grown all too familiar during Hawkcloud's own apprenticeship — during her own injury which left her tail cropped short and her warrior ceremony delayed. Again, and again, Hawkcloud wishes she could have prevented Magpiepaw from enduring a similar experience, but surely her apprentice wouldn't be trapped in there for long. They would be alright, and become a warrior alongside herself before they knew it, right? Hawkcloud pokes her head past the moss and sedge, peering into the den. "Magpiepaw?" she calls, and her voice betrays a hint of the unease she rarely allows herself to feel. It feels strange, even to Hawkcloud's own ears — and yet the emotion seems to be growing more and more familiar to her.

/ @Magpiepaᴡ​

 

[Magpiepaᴡ]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Resting in the medicine den was rather- welcomed. Gave it time to think, to reassess things they wanted out of their life. Magpiepaw was to be a warrior soon and they felt so far from it but yet so close, like one mistake and then it’d all blow up. This felt like its blow up moment with open wounds and now chronic migraines they couldnt seem to get rid of anymore. Sure some poppy seeds help every now and then but lately it seems to be an every throbbing ache behind their eye. Hopefully it’d do away soon.

Still, they laid in their nest quietly staring at the wall thinking over false scenarios in their head, of what they wanted to do when they got out of here. They would make a change, they had to make a change as things were so short. Even if it had moons ahead of it that night could’ve been their last if they weren’t careful, and that meant having to adjust. Even if their brain wanted to lash and hiss, to thrash and claw- they had to change.

Then blue hues looked up when a voice called from the den entrance, peering down at them and they had to suppress a huff of exasperation. They didnt hate Hawkcloud, she was perfectly find and probably a wonderful mentor- they just had never given her the chance to be. They look down at their paws quietly and then responded back to the other, “Hey Hawkcloud” Their tone is monotoned but at least not entirely angry or harsh, “Thanks for coming to see me,”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I will not break ⋅❁⋅ I will shut the world away ──┐‎

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  MAGPIEPAW ✩ they/it, Apprentice of Riverclan, 11 moons.
  ⭃ a long haired black and white cat with blue eyes and a lithe build, long legs and narrow muzzle.
  ⭃ Sibling to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw // Friend to Mothpaw, Midnightash and Turtlepaw // Mentored by Hawkcloud
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ @wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Hawkcloud]

A gentle smile tugs its way onto Hawkcloud's maw as Magpiepaw's response meets her ears, relief steadying her pattering heart. Her apprentice's voice isn't exactly brimming with excitement to see her, of course — but it's absent of its usual sharp edge, which is far more than the she-cat had come to expect. The sight of Magpiepaw's blue gaze meeting hers without the burning anger ever-present before, even for just a moment, is enough to ease the knot in Hawkcloud's chest. She steps further into the medicine den without waiting for an invitation from her apprentice or Moonbeam, but her focus is on the injured Magpiepaw curled in their nest, not on formalities. "Of course!" she replies, her cheerful energy nearly returning full-force — but it falters when she approaches closer.

"I'm sorry this happened, Magpiepaw," Hawkcloud goes on, wincing as her gaze passes over the wounds digging into her apprentice's side, layered in cobwebs like a dusting of evening snow. Despite all the danger that their Clan has encountered for what has felt like endless moons, incessant waves of uncertainty and fear — Hawkcloud has never come face-to-face with a fox in combat, and she can only imagine the terror of their snapping, deadly jaws. She wordlessly thanks StarClan that Magpiepaw is only as injured as they are, and that the battle hadn't turned out much, much worse — but they certainly can't return to their apprenticeship until they're completely healed, even after they leave this den. "We'll get back to your training as soon as you're better, so make sure you get plenty of rest," Hawkcloud tells them with another soft smile.​