camp STAY A THOUSAND YEARS — recovery + decorating med den

[RAVENSONG]

He never would have thought it possible to be on his feet, to breathe without pain, in so long. The aches in his body had subsided to a gentle thrum and Ravensong's head had cleared. When he drew himself out of his den this morning, he felt almost like a new cat. He breathed out, watching his breath puff visibly in the air. It was not too cold, but chilled enough to feel something and the dark black coat that hung over his scrawny frame felt thinner than ever.

Now he could feel the full weight of the loss RiverClan had suffered. It whirred past him in a haze. Yellowcough's shadow over him was weaker now, but it lingered at his paws still as it died. And then he remembered, others had been far less lucky than him. Even now, Cicadastar's uncertain fate hung over him like a vulture.

Ravensong had slipped out of camp and returned carrying several small pebbles he had freshly fished from the water. They were equal in size and he began to place them tightly beside each other at the entrance of the medicine den. Ravensong's paw passed over them and he mumbled the count over his breath. One, two, three...

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN
  — 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"

 

[Moonbeam]

It wasn't uncommon for Moonpaw to keep an eye out on the medicine cat den, curiosity getting the better of her as she thought of the different things that could be going on in there - especially over the last few weeks. She tried to give Ravensong his space making sure to not visit him enough to make him tired of seeing her, but she had worried over her friend and the clan as a whole while he was sick, not wanting to see him go as many others had. She hadn't seen him slip out of camp, busy fishing for moss on the riverbed and trying to make sure it was dried out to finish up the rest of the nests, but she had noticed him with the rocks, carefully placing them down and moving a paw over them. She tilted her head slightly as she watched for a moment before grabbing onto her damp moss pile and moving it away from the water so it didn't get wet once more before carefully making her way over to the shadow-pelted feline.

"What are you doing with the rocks?" She knew each cat had their own thing with rocks whether or not they liked them, but usually they lined the nests or were given to those cats cared about and Ravensong was the first she had seen do something else with them that wasn't a kit. She couldn't help but wonder for a moment if he was feeling alright before she shoved the thought aside, he didn't smell sick like he had before and he wasn't speaking of cats as big as horses or any of his other dreams, so he must have been feeling better, and it brought a little smile to her face to think that he was.

☾₊ ⊹ give me a ghost of a smile

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  ⋆ ratkit - ratpaw - moonpaw - moon???
  ⋆ female - she/her - 6 moons
  ⋆ homosexual - not looking
  ⋆ apprentice of riverclan
  ⋆ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ⋆ attack - "speech" - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[Catfishleap]

'cause my girl's made of peaches♡—————————————————
It had been stressful to say the least. The past few moons had thrown everything they could at the clans and all the clans could do was take each hit after the other, a tasking choice, but one that had to be made. There were still those that didn't make it past the illness or the rogues, and for awhile Catfishleap hadn't been quite sure if Ravensong would make it through the hits. It had felt bad but she had left him alone, she knew that he probably wouldn't want to deal with her... abundance of energy... and it would only stress him out more if he was worried about her getting sick from him. So begrudgingly she left the tom to wither away. But, then the cats had come back. They brought the cure back and the rogues were gone and it was finally not seeming so bleak for the cats, including Ravensong.

She was a master decorator, this was a fact. Even now she had a few orange and red leaves carefully tucked in her tail. So when a scrawny medicine cat made his way into camp with pretty rocks she was all but enamored with the prospects of make the medicine den a little nicer. She really hates that place, it's dark, dreary and stale. Honestly, some days being stuck inside that place had been worse than her broken bone. If she had been able to during her stay in it she would have put flowers in every nest and filled the walls with something, anything! Now though it actually was happening and she wasn't even the one to start it.

She approached Moonpaw and Ravensong with a smile and watched the tom fiddle with the pebbles, Moonpaw asked what he was doing with them and that caused her to stop and think about what the black cat was doing with them. Then it occurred to her that Ravensong didn't have the same design sensibilities as she did, and now she was a little worried about why he all of a sudden cared about the appearance of his den... she hadn't counted the pebbles but she was now hoping they didn't match the number of cats lost during the last couple moons. Her smile faded as she hoped the answer wasn't as solemn as she was now thinking it might be.
and soft grass in the moonlight♡—————————♡penned by WriteAboutRadish
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[FERNGILL]

Ravensong, alongside Sablemist, had been one of the cats Fernpaw had missed the most. Over time he'd grown to consider the medicine cat a good friend, someone who had been there for him in the darkest times. Their talk after Fernpaw had lost the use of his eye lingered often in his memory- you're not average, he'd said. It had been subtle but intelligent encouragement, the type he'd learned to like from Ravensong. Seeing that the medicine cat was at last out and about, the ginger tabby wasted no time in trotting over.

To Catfishleap and Moonpaw he offered a smile of greeting, but soon to Ravensong did his attention solely fall, and his face softened a little. Steepsnout's loss stung in his chest, an iron grip on his breathing- and what he remembered as he looked at this familiar den was that she hadn't even gotten to die here. Her body lay under ShadowClan's dirt- he would never be able to sit over her grave and speak to her soul at its resting place.

Not wanting to interrupt Ravensong's counting, he stayed silent- but a flame-hued paw gestured to the line of stones, a subtle way of re-asking Moonpaw's question. ​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[BUMBLENOSE]

Today was a quiet one for the apprentice. After the recent events with Nettlepaw, her spirits weren't nearly as elevated as they usually were. Ears dropping and yellow gaze hazy with defeat, she curled up in a ball on the ground, nose protruding out, and tail waving across the floor.

Commotion from her right made the small she-cat perk up. If her nose and ears didn't deceive her, it seemed cats were gathering toward the Medicine den. Curious and dying for a distraction, she chose to investigate. In no time at all, Bumblepaw padded into the aforementioned den.

Eyes flicking between the neatly arranged pebbles laid out by Ravensong and the other cats gathered. Immediately, she was enamored by the dim lighting. Which cast an ethereal glow off the stones, making her face light with wonder. She tilted her head, cheeks flowing as the scene puzzled her.

The presence of Moonpaw, Catfishleap, and Fernpaw in the den added to the air of intrigue. Moonpaw's eyes seemed to also sparkle with curiosity, while Catfishleap and Fernpaw remained quietly observant, their expressions betraying nothing. The den itself exuded the comforting scent of herbs, mingling with the earthy aroma of the pebbles and the occasional rustle of Ravensong's paws.

Rather than disrupt the aura, she eased into it, weaving around and beside Fernpaw's familiar pelt as she sat. Paws settled nearly in front of her, and patiently Bumblepaw observed, eager to hear the Medicine cat's answer to the question they were all wanting to hear.

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[BITEFLOWER]

bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. bitekit, preoccupied with trying to keep himself occupied, drifts around camp. when he sees what the medicine cat is doing he steers his wandering approaches towards. he thinks he recognizes the gesture, reminiscing on the days when he had belongings. he nods at moonpaw's question, similarly curious, settling by the growing group. "i had rocks around my nest." he shares with a sigh, has carefully arranged in a circle of the things he likes, but it's with bitterness he reflects on it. too closely associated with the rogue attacks for him to not induce a forlorn frustration. he's sparing himself a lecture from his mother he's not travelling far, ensuring he's staying a little bit back. his eyes flit around the gathering, moonpaw, catfishleap, fernpaw and bumblepaw.

spurred by the desperate desire to keep his paws busy, he blurts: "help, do you need it?" curious green eyes are turned back to ravensong.
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[DAWNSTORM]

die with memories , not dreams .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The newly named warrior blinked languidly, helm tilted while watching the gathering cats with hidden curiosity, dual-toned optics zeroing in on the delicate pebbles displayed outside the den. What was he doing? His brows creased in confusion, directing his attention away to stare across the camp. Was that to keep the ghost cats out? He wondered, searching for someone he was familiar with to ask, but Cedar or Frond might not even know.

Oh. Perhaps it was something that every Medicine Cat did, not before he remembered the soft mumble the other let out. Dead? He blinked. How many died? Did they all do that? "Help?" He echoed, turning to Bitekit—A weirder name than when he was known as Kaede. It wasn't a question for Ravensong, but an inquire. What did he need help with? It didn't look like the other needed help. More pebbles? Kae—Dawnstorm couldn't swim. ​

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thought speech​

 

[valesight ➶]

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆

Valekit lingered at the nursery's entrance like a stain of mud and sand... Swirls of dark murky stripes that would normally serve to hide him instead stick out like a sore thumb on the backdrop of icy blue waters. The medicine cat is a strange anomaly he cannot decipher... it was this feathery-furred tom that had swept Rookfang away, practically stepping over him in an effort to avoid him entirely. Was there something wrong with him... ? Or was it the pitch-void feline that had an issue with him?

He walked in now holding stones and moving them to count, completely purposeless in his understood intention. What was he counting for.. and why did it have to be rocks? The answers eluded him even as he continued to act out his ritual and while Bitekit sought to blindly help, the chimera did not want to intrude where he had already been shunned once.

But Rookfang was in there... right? He needed this guy to take care of his knight, not sit around playing with wet stones. Squinting his eyes in a judgmental glower, slowly the plumy-furred kit crept towards the gathering crowd, eager to hear what his explanation for such foolery might be.​

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[Redpath]

When she sees all these cats gathering around the medicine den, she gets a sinking feeling on instinct now. Who died? But she knows that likely it is no one now that they have the lungwort. Too late for so many, but just in time to save those left. She almost felt repulsed by the sight of the den, but she knew that wasnt fair. Nothing is fair of course, but the medicine den was important and being adverse to being near it would only hurt her.

She wanders over to observe Ravensong squishing pebbles into the ground. She's not sure what to think....Why's he doing that? Is he bored? She understands this. She decides to offer her rock squishing services.

"Do you need help squishing rocks?" She asks. "My paws are big, I could squish so many rocks."

She supposes the pebbles look nice, how Ravensong has arranged them so close together. Almost like the riverbed, sort of. Such ARTISTRY. She hopes Ravensong lets her help. She too wishes to become a rock squishing artist.​

 

[bubbleburst]

"GOT A LITTLE CASH NOW SO THAT SKIRT IS DIOR"​

Bubblepaw glances around at all the gathered RiverClan cats who just seem to be standing and watching as Ravensong counts river stones. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she turns to the medicine cat to ask: "What do you use them for?" The question might seem obvious to others, but Bubblepaw is only familiar with the use of scales and feathers to decorate her nest and fur. And though her parents had surely been mates, she had only heard tales of mating stones... She hadn't really ever seen one.

She feels a bit sheepish as she realizes that the others have already asked plenty of questions of Ravensong, but her curiosity has gotten the better of her. She doesn't back off, but rather looks expectantly at the medicine cat. If he needs help, surely he will find it amongst the gathered kits and apprentices.

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