- Jun 21, 2023
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Ever since Ravensong had gotten sick with yellowcough, Ratpaw was on edge. Before, she could pretend that things were fine, that the illness didn't exist, and so long as she stayed away from those that were sick it had been working. But now their medicine cat was sick and those that had been pushing it away had to actually come to terms with the fact that it was real and it was effecting them. The lack of able-bodied cats had already been concerning and had already been noticed by the amount of hungry cats there were running around trying to catch food, but now with the one who knew how to heal needing healing himself she couldn't help but let that worry bubble up and over, and the white-furred apprentice was about to explode. She needed to do something - anything - to help, so she had turned to her mother and after speaking with her, Ratpaw finally had an idea and that little urge to explode was pushed down and replaced with restless paws and running around camp.
Every warrior she could find, Ratpaw was going to them and asking the same question, and if the answer was no she would quickly run to the next warrior and the next until finally at last she had reached Lichentail, and quietly the apprentice walked over to her, trying to make sure the lead warrior wasn't busy before speaking at last. "Lichentail..." She began, trying her best to not sound rushed despite her want - no, need - to do this as quickly as possible ""Do you have any peonies that you don't want anymore?" She knew they wouldn't be in the prettiest condition, petals dried and color drained from moons of sitting in a nest, but she needed them, and she was sure them being dried and dead wouldn't be an issue.
Every warrior she could find, Ratpaw was going to them and asking the same question, and if the answer was no she would quickly run to the next warrior and the next until finally at last she had reached Lichentail, and quietly the apprentice walked over to her, trying to make sure the lead warrior wasn't busy before speaking at last. "Lichentail..." She began, trying her best to not sound rushed despite her want - no, need - to do this as quickly as possible ""Do you have any peonies that you don't want anymore?" She knew they wouldn't be in the prettiest condition, petals dried and color drained from moons of sitting in a nest, but she needed them, and she was sure them being dried and dead wouldn't be an issue.
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ratkit- ratpaw -rat???
⋆ female - she/her - 5 moons
⋆ homosexual - too young for relationship
⋆ apprentice of riverclan
⋆ attack - speech - thought
⋆ penned by tikki