private SOLAR WALTZ - petalnose

[Moonbeam]

Moonpaw had found that sleep no longer came easily, her first time making a mistake like this one and watching it effect not only herself but those that had been around her was not something she enjoyed thinking about yet in her time healing she'd not been able to do much else. Instead of sleeping she found herself thinking of what she could have done to not be stuck unable to help those around her and though usually she'd try to think on the brighter side - in this case that she would be able to help her clanmates more after healing, understanding what did and didn't hurt as well as taking the time officially stuck within camp to train more and understand more - she couldn't help but think of Otterpaw, of Claypaw, of Beepaw, the worried looks they'd shared and the fact that they had to fight to begin with.

Claws dug into her nest before Moonpaw carefully got up and moved to the entrance of the medicine den, not wanting to leave the den entirely just in case - that gnawed on her mind now, the words "just in case" - but simply peeked her head out to get fresh air, tail lightly thumping behind her as she tried to think of other things. Fish, newleaf that was about to come - a season she had been born to, too young to remember it - her friends safe and in their own nests instead of being buried with those that had died already. She didn't like the morbid thoughts, and it showed clear upon her face as it curled up and she looked down at her paws, urging them to go away, unaware of any approaching clanmates.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• @Petalnose
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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Petalnose]

Rouges, they were a raging problem now that let her claws cling to the medicine nest in impatience. In this situation, she believed she should've been let out later. Moonpaw was injured after her permission to freedom, but still, she was held back to camp in assumption of her fragility of skin and bone. Fighting, she'd still do it with a wicked smile on her face in the name of vengence. Even if it so seemed the only thing that clinged to her skeleton was pelt and the fiery energy she ever possessed. Petalnose wouldn't give up. Stars knew she wouldn't give up on her clan. It was hard to wish to still be within the idle confines of the medicine den. But what was she if she was still preferred within camp? Useless, useless.

A water shrew clung within her jaws as she plucked from the pile. Purpose. A job. It felt like it was slowly going back to normal for her.

A muffled mew came from her jaws in warning before pushing past the lichen. Her gaze settled upon the familiar white fur, battered, once bloody. It had filled her with anger, her brows furrowing deeply as she drowned within confined emotion. The scars that stretched into wings, it clung to her. Innocence, it seemed to resemble while also telling how easily that could be scarred.

Petalnose placed the shrew at the paws of her young friend while delicately taking a seat. "For you." she hummed as her expression softened into her usual frown. "How are you fairing, kid? Looks like you got quite a strike." The lead understood the pain as it once stretched across her face, settling into a scar of reminder. A scar of personal lesson. A fight couldn't always be won by lack of fear.

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[Moonbeam]

Fur rose on end for just a moment in alarm as the warning of approach came from Petalnose and Moonpaw found her eyes widening slightly in alarm at first before posture calmed at the sight of a clanmate instead of a threat coming within the walls of the medicine den. Shrew is placed in front of Moonpaw and at first all she could do was look at it, disliking the feeling of being doted on, of being useless as she sat within her nest forced to rest until wounds were healed. She understood the importance of it, had understood it long before she had gotten injured herself, so she had listened well and had tried her best to be the best patient Ravensong would have to deal with, listening to every word he said and sat there without complaint as wounds were dressed and redressed despite the absolute hatred for it all. "Thank you." A quiet murmur came from her, an instinctual politeness despite not wanting to eat at the moment, despite wishing that she could get her own food instead of having her clanmates worry about her and be tasked with bringing her food.

Petalnose asks her how she's fairing and for a moment more Moonpaw stares at her paws before looking to the other, brows furrowed as she thought of the right words to say. Surely whatever was said many of the warriors could relate, knowing what it was like to have wounds scabbed and healed over and despite there being no pain there was still something there but missing at the same time. "It's... weird." Was the best she could make of it at first, ears twitching for a moment as thought came to her, as brain began to swirl of things other than regret as question caused her to think. "Do you think it'll look cool at least?" A small attempt at a joke, at something more lighthearted than thinking about how she hadn't been able to protect herself and had to have three others do it for her.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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