camp THE SKY OPENS UP — fireflies

[cygnetstare]

♱—— it's the beginning of evening, when on a better day she might be out ranging the moor-grass for once, luxuriating in the dusty prairie scent and making her way to a tunnel under the stars. not tonight, still penned up in the medicine den with a jagged wound woven across her neck, bored and sore of sitting. mostly she's bored; she dislikes this inaction, this lack of movement, but knows it's necessary. that doesn't mean she has to like it though; there's so little to do in here, and her one attempt at entertaining herself had resulted in a sudden score of judgemental eyes.

she's surprised when something begins to trickle into the den, strange little spots like falling stars. they pulse like little beating hearts, glowing a dingy yellow light that doesn't sting her flesh, and perhaps it's her still form or the rottingly sweet sick-scent hovering about her from her long stay here, but they actually begin to touch her. they settle on her face, her tattered ears, her healing neck. cygnetstare squints pensively, unsure, but they don't hurt or sting or anything. she's slightly puzzled, but not opposed to this.

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• ooc: tl;dr a bunch of fireflies made it into the medicine den and landed on her
  

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• ♱ cygnetstare — for their downy kitten-fur and perceptiveness (or uncanny gaze) she/they ; afab gender apathetic — windclan — tunneler — 16 ☾s —— cygnetstare is a corpselike chimera, split between long albino fur and a short black smoke pelt; their eyes are an unsettling pink. her creepy demeanour distracts from a strange fascination with death and an obsessive loyalty to windclan. —— smells like grave-dirt and blood ; sounds like vc tbd ; speech in #BF959C, thoughts in #000000 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; will start fights ; won't flee unless ordered ; won't show mercy ; will kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, single, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, long-term romance, plotting ; not open to unplanned battles, flings penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

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[LUCKYPAW]

Evenings are nice, Luckykit thinks - cats are starting to settle down for the night, returning from whatever duties they'd spent the better part of the day on, and there's a tired sort of bustle about camp. One day soon, he'll join them, heavy paws guiding him to a nest all his own, but for tonight he finds himself unburdened and light, watching casually as a few stragglers trickle into camp. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a flash of color, which is odd in and of itself - the sun's already going down, right? The light had disappeared as soon as he'd noticed, too; the sun didn't do that. A beat, and the light returns for an instance, met with green eyes wide with astonishment. What was that? It hadn't even appeared in the same spot, he's pretty sure - it had moved, drifted across camp. Almost like a star, but stars didn't come this close to the earth - did they? A third flash, joined by another, and Luckykit's on his paws, following at a safe distance. Like little stars...was this some sort of sign from StarClan? They don't seem like anything bad sent from Thorn Claws, at the very least. Effectively mesmerized, he continues the chase up to Wolfsong's den, where he's left blinking as some of the lights seem to enter.

It's become familiar enough that he doesn't quite fear entering, and so cautiously he slips in, intent on discovering what these...invaders are after. Almost immediately, he's met with Cygnetstare, still recovering from the skirmish with SkyClan. When her wounds had still been fresh, it had terrified Luckykit, especially since he still hadn't seen that Scorchstreak was okay yet, and even now it's hard not to stare at the patches that had once been soaked with blood. What makes it even more difficult is that the strange lights have settled onto her, blinking methodically and almost rhythmically. She doesn't look any more understanding than him, but still he asks, "What are those? They...look like little, moving stars." Inching ever so slightly closer, he peers at the closest one, not wanting to get too close in case they decide to suddenly spring to life (and, he has to admit, Cygnetstare herself is rather unnerving, too). The dim light makes it hard to see, and yet... "Um...they kinda look like bugs, actually. Do bugs shine like the stars?" There's still distaste for the creatures, sure, but by now he's already begun to accept his fate of having to deal with them at every turn for, well, ever.
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[Badgermoon]

Badgermoon was familiar with fireflies: he thought they were charming, so long as they didn't pester him too much or try to fly into his ears. Like his son, they reminded him of the stars, and he could not help but feel as if it was a fond gesture from StarClan whenever he happened upon a gently pulsing field of them, soft-glowing eyes fluttering against the velvety dusk. Therefore, as they descended upon camp, he lifted his head appreciatively, flecks of shell on his muzzle as he paused in his thrush-egg dinner. He watched them for a time, and was about to return to the important slurping-and-crunching process when he spotted Luckykit, evidently following the fireflies into the medicine den. Fondness overwhelmed him as he watched the boy - his boy, his child - cautiously enter Wolfsong's den.

Badgermoon snapped up the last few bites of egg and, still chewing noisily, trotted in pursuit of the tiny mottled figure. Ducking into Wolfsong's den, he beheld a strange scene: Cygnetstare bedecked with a collar of fireflies, with more scattered across her face and ears. Luckykit stood hesitantly before her, inquiring about the fireflies. Do bugs shine like stars? "These ones do." hummed the tomcat in a soft voice.​

 

[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── Wolfsong has his back to the entrance at first, and so does not immediately notice the arrival of the flashing insects. He is aware of Cygnetstare's restlessness; most who stay in the medicine den for longer than a day or two are quickly given to varying degrees of boredom. It is a good sign, in his mind. WindClanners are not the sort to enjoy stagnancy, necessary as it may be. It is a fond observation as he's come to know his clanmates not as a fellow warrior, but as their wound-keeper.

He turns at Luckykit's voice and blinks at the sight of a small cloud of lightning descending on Cygnetstare. They do resemble stars, as the kit says. He remembers seeing such lights in his and Sunstride's journey here, though he cannot recall seeing them in the mountains of his birth. "Perhaps it is a sign," he says as Badgermoon enters after his son. "It may be StarClan acknowledging your efforts, Cygnetstare." Even so, he draws closer to glance over her wounds surreptitiously. It does not seem they intend to draw my attention to infection, at least.
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 36 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (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: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ 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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[cygnetstare]

♱—— satisfyingly, it seems her clanmates are as puzzled by the glowing creatures as their unwitting victim is. a kit wanders in, perhaps drawn by the fluttering stars, and cygnetstare is merely pleased to have a visitor. luckykit, one of scorchstreak's, creeps closer, peering at the pulsating lights. she doesn't hold a distaste for insects—really, with how much time she spent in the tunnels, it simply wasn't an option. worms and beetles were a fact of life, only an issue if (stars forbid) they got into her tattered ears, but somehow she's never seen bugs that glitter and glow like silverpelt above as these do. in reply to his question she offers a slight shrug, their voice a raspy return, "no idea. i guess so."

they nod agreeably to badgermoon as he joins the little tableau, a couple of the star-bugs fluttering from her flesh at the motion before settling back down. he's a moor-runner; perhaps he's encountered these strange star-bugs before, these odd things, more than she's likely to. she almost wishes they inhabited the tunnels, offering the soothing glow of the stars even deep under the ground. wolfsong notices, obviously; he has become all too familiar with her strange habits and bored gaze as she languishes in his den with a neck slowly knitting together. the golden tom offers his own opinion as he draws closer, and milkweed eyes widen in the comfort of the dim den. starclan acknowledging her efforts in their own way? the idea intrigues her and she mews, "starclan works in strange ways, then, but i'll defer to the expert here."

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• ooc: a bit late oops
  

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• ♱ cygnetstare — for their downy kitten-fur and perceptiveness (or uncanny gaze) she/they ; afab gender apathetic — windclan — tunneler — 17 ☾s —— cygnetstare is a corpselike chimera, split between long albino fur and a short black smoke pelt; their eyes are an unsettling pink. her creepy demeanour distracts from a strange fascination with death and an obsessive loyalty to windclan. —— smells like grave-dirt and blood ; sounds like vc tbd ; speech in #BF959C, thoughts in #000000 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; will start fights ; won't flee unless ordered ; won't show mercy ; will kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, single, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, long-term romance, plotting ; not open to unplanned battles, flings penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

• battle stuff goes here for fights

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