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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Truthfully she has meant to come visit sooner than this. But she needed to make sure that her emotions were sound and that her mind was clear. After seeing them like that she feels her anger morphing into something dangerous. That something she feels belongs to her was harmed at all and by such a ridiculous decison makes the rage boil in her gut. Seething inside like a dangerous beast. But she knows better and she can contain herself because that is what she is supposed to do. A warrior thinks before acting and learns from the past. Right? She hopes she can keep such lessons in her mind. Within her jaws she carries with her a large and plump squirrel meant for the both of them to share. For a moment she pauses before taking steps into the medicine cat den, lumionous viper eyes narrowing just slightly before landing on the one dear to her. The frown that pulls at her muzzle then tells a lot about what she thinks but she placed the squirrel before them with ease. "I brought us something to share." The woman begins before she casually settles down near them.

Her tail drapes over their back in comfort before she pushes the squirrel towards them. "How are you feeling? I hope you don't plan on listening to Eveningpaw again. Or giving her the time of day after that." They could have been killed, snapped apart by a fox and the anxious feeling of the idea makes the fur along her back stand on end.

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[Magpiepaᴡ]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Only a few more days and they can leave the den hopefully, and though duties might be pushed off for a little bit yet- it was a start. It had been finding that duties sounded more and more tedious than before. Suppose the time in the den let them reflect and they felt they weren’t worthy of apprenticeship if they couldnt defend their clan against a mere fox. Granted a terrified one and young, but nonetheless a threat to their home.

Magpiepaw had felt a sense of emptiness since waking up in the medicine den, like something was unfulfilled in their heart and they couldnt quite place it. Maybe it was insecurity? Surely it had to be, and that’s what the chalked it up to. The usually rather annoyed apprentice, with tongue of barb wire, had a faraway look to blue hues as it stared at the far wall of the medicine den. A thing they’ve caught themselves doing a lot recently. Pondering, trying to think of false scenarios were they would be seen in a good light as they maybe havent been for a while.

Then there was movement out of the corner of their eye that made them tear their gaze away from the reed-covered wall; it was Midnightash. They perk their ears as they haven’t spoken since its friend became a warrior and they wondered what brought her to them now. She carries a squirrel in her jaws, plump and ripe, and Magpiepaw couldnt help the slight smirk tugging at their maw. The only person to really make them smiles was usually Midnightash, she understood them better than anyone else, “Share? I wasn’t aware you knew the meaning,” It teases back, some of the old personality peaking through before the black and white cat flicked its ear slightly.

Midnightash settles beside them and drapes her tail over their back, which they dont object to and lean into instead with a soft sigh. It was nice to have a warm face nearby, it swore that Moonbeam was sick of them in her den at this point in time. Midnightash then asks how it is, and that she hopes it wouldn’t give Eveningpaw the time of day again. They- they didnt know if they would. She couldnt have predicted a fox attack- right?

“I probably wont say anything to her for a moon or two- but in any case i feel-,” They ponder their words a little as if debating on being truthful with their friend or just saying they felt fine, sore in the shoulder and migraines were new but otherwise alive, “I feel a little lost I suppose? The whole thing sorta- rattled my ideal of if im good enough for warriorhood? Hell, i couldnt even fight the fox- it threw me like a toy,” Magpiepaw settled on truth and their blue gaze furrowed onto the mossy nest beneath their white paws.

“Howre you? How is being a warrior?” They asked the elder instead as they shake their head to dismiss the words they just spoke. As if they never said anything to begin with.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I will not break ⋅❁⋅ I will shut the world away ──┐‎

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  MAGPIEPAW ✩ they/it, Apprentice of Riverclan, 11 moons.
  ⭃ a long haired black and white cat with blue eyes and a lithe build, long legs and narrow muzzle.
  ⭃ Sibling to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw // Friend to Mothpaw, Midnightash and Turtlepaw // Mentored by Hawkcloud
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by wolf ↛ @wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[shellpaw]

she doesn’t mean to eavesdrop. she is only in the medicine den for a quick stop ; a hitch in her breath, a lick of honey that coats her throat and eases the roughness from an ever - present drip in her throat. she means to be in and out, giving a little wave of plush tail at their medicine cat before she skips from the den again and teeters after lichenstar for instruction. it’s early in the day, and if she can just get her breathing right, she can get back out in no time. she picks up into a trot and suddenly, from the corner of the den — i hope you don’t plan on listening to eveningpaw again,

she overhears, not eavesdrops, because of the way she wished she hadn’t heard it.

she can’t help but slow, her paws steadying down from the dutiful stride of reed bones. midnightash is settled aside magpiepaw ; the dual - toned apprentice is healing, laden in gold and green flora where swathes of cobweb do not patch them closed. she shouldn’t say anything. she knows this, because of the way her belly twists and flickers to an irritated flame. shellpaw swallows because, well, it was eveningpaw’s fault, and she couldn’t fight midnightash if she wanted to . . but that was her little sister. her sister had been there for her, when shellaw had done dumb things. eveningpaw had always stuck up for her.

probably won’t talk to her for a moon or two, magpiepaw says, and shellpaw is already opening her maw to blurt, ” shes really sorry! “ she’d not spoken about it to her yet, but she could only imagine. she couldn’t imagine if someone had been wounded in her escape as a kitten, couldn’t imagine if she’d pulled someone else into danger . . but eveningpaw was atoning for her mistakes. surely! her ears lower, letting out a sigh that smells of honeycomb, ” for, for what it’s worth, i do think you’re warrior material. you save, saved my sister even though you were scared . . and i can’t, um. thank you enough. for that. “ even if she did get them into the situation, shellpaw winces inwardly, ” that’s what being a good warrior is. “

being brave, saving your clanmates . . and not interrupting conversations that didn’t involve you. shellpaw’s ears burn.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. TEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[eveningpaw]

"I am sorry."

The muffled confession comes from somewhere behind the trio; Eveningpaw stands by the medicine cat den, a place she had usually visited with contentment and excitement. Seeing Shellkit bundled up amongst moss and her fur sticky with honey in places it should not have gone to was, in a way, a sad sight... but Eveningpaw had liked to believe that her frequent visits had kept her sister's spirits up.

Now, she comes here with fear and shame lighting her skin ablaze. It is about time she faces Magpiepaw... and in the same vein, faces her mistakes. It is what her mothers would want. It is the right thing to do.

With Midnightash's scorching distaste towards Eveningpaw made clear and Magpiepaw resigning to much the same belief, she feels compelled to turn tail. It would surely be the easy way out — but then, she would simply be running from her problems again, instead of going against them despite every fiber of her being disagreeing with such an idea.

At least Shellpaw is here. Eveningpaw blinks at her appreciatively, slinking past her and into the throes of battle... that is how this all feels, anyway.

"But I know that, uh... that sorry doesn't help heal you. I thought I'd bring you this." She drops a large fish before Magpiepaw; noses it towards him, as if that would make it more appetizing. The tips of her ears feel hot still... she is certain her unwilling victim feels it radiate off her in sickly waves. It feels silly to bring something as non-consequential as prey after he nearly lost his life. She had caught it herself — painstakingly endured her own lack of patience in hopes of bringing back something decent. Is that worth anything?

Eveningpaw stays, shifting in place as she grapples with her discomfort. Her eyes scout Midnightash first, fearing she would drive her out, but Magpiepaw is most important right now. He ought to receive her full attention. "I guess I get it if you don't ever wanna speak to me again. I just wanted to say that you... were really brave. And, and- thank you. For saving my life."
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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ A soft amuse fulled purr fills her chest then at her friend's words and she chuckles softly. Her ears pull back a little and her gaze travels down to the squirrel that she wishes to share with it. It's a good one she thinks and her smile is gentle. "I can be a little generous when the mood strikes me." Her muzzle dips low and she rests them on her paws, eyes flicking up to look at Magpiepaw casually. Her tail twitches a little but doesn't move from her friend's back as she listens, happy to know they will keep their distance from Eveningpaw. But the more it speaks the more her muzzle dips into a frown. "Don't say that. You did what you could and even full grown seasoned warriors jabe a hard time with foxes. Starclan was looking out for you. You will make a fine warrior." Her nose gently brushes against their tail for comfort but then they are interrupted by Shellpaw. Her heated amber orbs lock onto the other and sure enough she has come in defense of the recklessness of her sister. Talking about being scared and saving her sister's life. A scoff leaves her muzzle and she shakes her head. "Sorry means nothing in the face of all the pain and worry." The warrior begins before she actually arrives.

Here she is with more unnecessary and bleak apologizes that matter little to the grand scheme of things. And for once at least she knows her saying sorry doesn't fix the issues. The fish is dropped them and when it is pushed toward Magpiepaw the woman casually shoves it back to Eveningpaw. "I already got us something to eat. But thanks so much for the consideration that you didn't have when you decided to take Magpiepaw out of camp at night." Her distaste is clear on her tongue and honestly she wonders what Gladefrost is teaching Eveningpaw. Her muzzle twitches a little before she glances to Maggie and then toward Evening once more she narrows her eyes. "I think it best not to include them on your little schemes as you're liable to get someone killed."​

 

[Magpiepaᴡ]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- It can feel anxieties rise up its spine, making ebony fur stand up slightly as Shellpaw comes forward. She says Eveningpaw is really sorry and they advert their gaze away from the apprentice with ears flicking back. OF course they knew that Eveningpaw was sorry, but it just- it was complicated. They felt they should be more enraged than they are as they can feel the boil of bile in its throat, but nothing comes forward. They should tell Shellpaw off and say that they would forgive in their own time, that Eveningpaw wasnt going to easily get away with her decisions.

Then the cat herself is approaching, begging that she was indeed sorry and that she knew it wasnt going to heal all wounds. Magpiepaw glances at her out of the corner of their blue gaze for a moment then look at Midnightash as if the dark furred molly held an answer. Maybe some sort of comfort? It wasnt sure what it was searching for in looking to the warrior but then Eveningpaw speaks again, this time it does turn attention to the pale furred apprentice. Guilt stabs at their chest, cold and harsh like icy cold water- never speak again. Now it wasnt sure about all of that.

Magpiepaw finds words hard to formulate as the anger they feel and yet the sense they hadnt done enough heavy on lithe shoulders. Eveningpaw thanks it for saving her life and it makes them start a little with a blink of surprise. A white paw curls into the moss under them, Midnightash had voiced similiar notions. That it had been lucky for surviving and that Starclan was looking out for them, and it makes them wince slightly. Was it luck or was it their parents hopefully watching out for them? They didnt know, but none of them knew of what happened truly. How it had been tossed and only managed to crawl under a root, hide out while the fox tied itself out or ran off to continue its path.

The fish that Eveningpaw brought to it sits besides what Midnightash had brought them, and it sighs softly as it tries to find the right words for what they wished to convey. A task they were never, ever, good at it, "Eveningpaw-," They start evenly and try to not let the harsh tone that threatened loose, "I do know you are sorry, and maybe not today or tomorrow will forgiveness be given- this- this is a good step but i will need time and i do hope you have learned from this experience," Magpiepaw wanted to be fair, they where upset and werent happy with Eveningpaw- but they werent going to hate her forever. Time will heal and in due time will they forgive, just now right then.

"You have a lot to learn, so mistakes are not unavoidable," It continues with a more icy tone and shrug slightly, before looking at Midnightash once more and back to Eveningpaw with a small, slight jab, "Next time i say we go out in daylight to train properly,"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I will not break ⋅❁⋅ I will shut the world away ──┐‎

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  MAGPIEPAW ✩ they/it, Apprentice of Riverclan, 11 moons.
  ⭃ a long haired black and white cat with blue eyes and a lithe build, long legs and narrow muzzle.
  ⭃ Sibling to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw // Friend to Mothpaw, Midnightash and Turtlepaw // Mentored by Hawkcloud
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by wolf ↛ @wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[eveningpaw]

It takes every bit of power within Eveningpaw to force the fur along her spine to lay flat, and for her mouth to just stay shut. On any other day, and in the not-so-distant past, she would have allowed a scorching remark to fly Midnightash's way... to remind the prickly warrior that Eveningpaw was not speaking to her.

Faded shoulders shift as Eveningpaw takes in a hopefully calming breath. Picking a fight here would do her little good — and Midnightash's snake-like eyes always sort of terrified her. Plus, meeting her with smart remarks would bring the focus away from Eveningpaw's mistakes; for once, she is hell-bent on only thinking about that, so it would be self-sabotage to bring such a swift end to that.

And isn't Midnightash technically right? Eveningpaw imagines she would be even more aggressive, if Graypaw was in Magpiepaw's stead.

Her eyes find the squirrel then. How had she not noticed it before? Additional shame brings further heat into the skin underneath her sleek fur, but Eveningpaw does not back down. "That's fine. Magpiepaw can have seconds later," she assures, smoothly pushing the fish back into its original place. "I shouldn't have convinced them to sneak out with me, but-"

Magpiepaw speaks. Eveningpaw's words dry up and she finds herself as stiff as a log. Would they reprimand her? It has every right to, and yet, selfishly, she hopes for the opposite still. At least she has it in her not to say that part aloud.

"I, I did," she stammers. Magpiepaw is taking it a lot better than she had anticipated — or maybe it's just because she had been thinking of how she would react. "I... shouldn't have put you in danger just so I could learn a lesson. It's not fair to you, or Gladefrost, or anyone..."

At least you're alive, she finds herself adding. It is a definite positive... Eveningpaw would never forgive herself if her dumb endeavor had cost someone their life.

Her tail moves in whip-like fashion at Magpiepaw's little joke- or tease, or whatever you want to call it. They could have chosen to utter it with disgust; a wrinkled muzzle, a valley of furrowed brows, a jeer that makes its point clear... but no, Magpiepaw offers something in exchange. "Training during the day sounds perfect." Eveningpaw couldn't be happier, but she wills a too-joyful grin not to plaster itself over her face.. "I'll, uh... leave you alone now. I hope Moonbeam will be able to heal you fast."

If anyone notices an extra bounce to her step, she would not deny it. Eveningpaw feels so much lighter as she exits the den.

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