camp TELL ME YOUR WEAKNESS - rta

[Mouseflight]

Dirt. Nose to toes he was covered in dirt mixed with ash and soot from checking out whatever tunnels he could find that weren't completely collapsed or unsafe. There were few and they were far between and it was annoying but he'd found one tunnel so far, one small little glimmer of hope.

A rabbit had found that same hope, had crawled into tunnel since burrow was likely destroyed in the hope that it would be safe from the fires, safe from the cats, and though the former had become true for the creature the latter had been a hope that lasted not long enough. As Mouseflight had entered the tunnel, eyes wide and whiskers moving as he made sure it was packed well and strong enough to not collapse over him he'd found the rabbit and whether it was weak from not eating or had been injured he didn't know but instead of fighting or trying to run it had seemed to accepted it's fate.

So now he walk into camp, ash and soot coated with flecks of dirt clinging to ears too large for his head as a dead rabbit, thin and weak hang from jaws before it landed with a soft thud where prey was kept and quietly he'd move to sit and clean the mess from paws that would soon be dirt-covered once more.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 16 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── There is much to be done for WindClan's recovery, and quite a bit relies heavily on what only the passage of time can provide. Wolfsong cannot command the skies to open and nourish their scorched moors, nor can he beseech the grass to rise from ash and watch it heed his words. What he can provide is rejected by the person whose side needs him most, and Wolfsong does not have the strength —or clean conscience— to fight against Sunstar's cold shoulder.

So he searches for new herb growths and tends the coughing warriors, peers over their burns with a flat eye, and seeks to wear his body down so he might sleep quickly and dreamlessly. It rarely works, but Wolfsong tries anyway.

The swell of grief when he sees Mouseflight is unexpected and unwelcome. His name alone is enough to invoke his son's charred departure for the stars, and he swallows and swallows until his throat is clear enough to speak. His eye is misty, and he sets it stubbornly elsewhere, even as he speaks to the sooty tunneler. "A fortunate catch," he rasps. "Though I imagine the tunnels are more restrictive than ever. I hope you are taking breaks often to breathe cleaner air."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[dimmingsun]

There's always been a distinction between tunneler and moor-runner, a certain division, a line drawn in the sand. Dimmingsun turns his nose up at the notion of words laced with ill-intent thrown towards someone of another rank - too childish and immature -, but he does understand the differences are too big to ignore sometimes.

Truthfully, he hadn't even considered what the remains of smoke within the underground walls could feel like- surely constricting and suffocating. Recognizing that sort of danger is second nature to a tunneler. Where he has the open moor and the benefit of uplifting breeze carrying clean air, cats like Mouseflight only have what little the tunnels offer; and on top, they have to consider when it's smarter to turn back rather than keep pushing forward.

Dimmingsun's own stubborn nature wouldn't have allowed himself to turn back. He probably would have fallen down in a tunnel as a fresh warrior, too eager to prove himself and too foolish to think twice.

He pretends not to notice Wolfsong's moment of weakness, gives him the dignity of not commenting on thinly-veiled display of grief - instead he looks to add to the approval, glancing at Mouseflight's dirty fur and exhausted limbs. "Need some help?" He hopes his inclined head towards dirt stuck between the tunneler's paws is enough to say what he means. The peace of sharing tongues and looking after one another is one that has been finally earned, but Dimmingsun doesn't wish to encroach on anyone's space when they just want solitary rest.
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[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
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periwinklebreeze ❀ 21 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Mouseflight is ever a warrior that Periwinklebreeze will be fond of - the tom one of the few windclanners he could bring himself to truly trust, even if that trust was a fragile thing. When he see's the tunneler return to camp, he can only offer a gentle smile - eyes glittering with warmth as he nods his head in agreement. " It is, " he says - because, really any prey they can find in this time would be, but the younger tom had managed to bring back a rabbit. At least a few bellies wouldn't be going hungry even if it wasn't the most plump of prey. " Not th-that it's much better up h-here, " the tom grumbles, though it's lighthearted despite everything - still, the lingering ash and soot that seems to coat the landscape and be carried along by the wind leaves pelt streaked and lungs aching and eyes watering. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to it - and he certainly hopes he wont have to.

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — The tunnels, how they missed them. Rattleheart was sure such a yearning would seem foreign and strange to any Windclanner more familiar with life atop the moors than underneath them, but they couldn't deny how even seeing Mouseflight fatigued and soot-covered made them wish they could venture down once more. Go and see what tunnels were actually still intact so that they could hopefully bring prey back for the clan, or get to work on repairing what had inevitably been lost during the slow, flaming destruction of their homeland. Instead though, they were restricted to camp for the moment - both out of tradition, and out of necessity. There was no way they'd be able to fit down into the tunnels in their current state, nor were they willing to risk inhaling even more ash than they already had with their kits still growing.

They could only hope there wasn't too much envy gleaming in their eyes as they ambled over, drawn from their resting spot near the nursery by the smell of rabbit. The lead's voice was a warm purr when they spoke up, an echo of Wolfsong's own thoughts. "Wolfsong's right, that's an incredible catch Mouseflight. Especially for right now." They tried to hold back their curious questioning, but the words burned on the tip of their tongue, forcing their maw open against their will. "How many of the tunnels are still intact, do you think? I can't imagine we got away with most of them..." They would've asked Scorchstreak, considering the two of them still stood together as the heads of the tunnels, but they were both just so busy. Rattleheart with their time in the nursery, and their sister with her new deputy position.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 51 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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