- Nov 17, 2022
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His return from the Moonstone is an event swept away by the breeze. Ravensong does not often speak to others about what happened there and he is often too tired to even think about giving any warrior a debrief. However, his aching paws lead him straight to the leader's den. His heart squeezes and beats faster—a primordial reminder that his species is both prey and predator. For this moment, he feels like prey.
"Cicadastar, I need to speak with you." He says as he sits at the entrance to the den, casting a lanky, long-eared shadow over the mouth of the leader's nest. He waits for a confirmation, and then an invitation, and only then do his paws press further. He blinks—fortunate that Smokethroat is here as well. Eventually the deputy would need to hear this as well.
"Forgive my promptness, but this is serious." He knew it was the moment the SkyClan medicine cat began acting uncharacteristically. Something was coming and he did not think he was prepared for it. "There is a cat in SkyClan with a sickness that Dawnglare cannot cure. From what we were told of it, it resembles greencough and puts its victim into delirium." He pauses and lets the news fall onto their ears like hail. It is not good news, and Ravensong struggles to find anything to soothe it.
"If it is a condition kin to greencough, I expect it to be just as contagious. I will reorient my searches toward gathering herbs for fever and cough." He had been gathering marigold, counting down the days until they would be torn apart again by WindClan and ThunderClan but there appeared a sixth foe. Ravensong fell quiet and waited for either of the two to speak.
@Smokethroat ; @CICADASTAR
"Cicadastar, I need to speak with you." He says as he sits at the entrance to the den, casting a lanky, long-eared shadow over the mouth of the leader's nest. He waits for a confirmation, and then an invitation, and only then do his paws press further. He blinks—fortunate that Smokethroat is here as well. Eventually the deputy would need to hear this as well.
"Forgive my promptness, but this is serious." He knew it was the moment the SkyClan medicine cat began acting uncharacteristically. Something was coming and he did not think he was prepared for it. "There is a cat in SkyClan with a sickness that Dawnglare cannot cure. From what we were told of it, it resembles greencough and puts its victim into delirium." He pauses and lets the news fall onto their ears like hail. It is not good news, and Ravensong struggles to find anything to soothe it.
"If it is a condition kin to greencough, I expect it to be just as contagious. I will reorient my searches toward gathering herbs for fever and cough." He had been gathering marigold, counting down the days until they would be torn apart again by WindClan and ThunderClan but there appeared a sixth foe. Ravensong fell quiet and waited for either of the two to speak.
@Smokethroat ; @CICADASTAR
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— 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"