- Feb 9, 2023
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The medicine cats of the other Clans do not often care for WindClan. The reasons that be do not matter, all that does matter is that Cottonsprig must forge her own path through her troublesome situation with little to no guidance to be seen. She cannot ask Wolfsong nor Sunstar for help - Scorchstreak would sooner turn her loose to the loner lands, and the rest of the Clan is in varying amounts of the same notion. She has a few cats that she may be able to enlist... and Moonbeam is unknowingly one of them.
She stands near the bridge, all on her lonesome. Anxiety makes her stomach roil but she does not release it onto the budding green grass. She waits for rounded white ears to peak over the crest of the hill before calling out - "Moonbeam!" They had helped one another before. RiverClan killed Bluepool, but that wasn't Moonbeam's doing. And hunting on RiverClan land was not Cottonsprig's call. Please, Moonbeam. Please have what I need.
"Hey, I'm sorry for calling on you like that," she does not approach their border any closer. Her ear twitches, "I've come to ask a favor," she has a story, practiced, careful, "We have a queen who's lost her kittens. I know it's a long shot, but... do you have anything for that? I can give her chamomile to help with the sadness, but her milk... it's not drying up. Wolfsong doesn't know if there's anything we can do for her, but I think... I think it's cruel to try and wait it out, you know?"
She lies. Under StarClan's sunlit sky, she lies, and she holds her composure well while doing it.
@Moonbeam
She stands near the bridge, all on her lonesome. Anxiety makes her stomach roil but she does not release it onto the budding green grass. She waits for rounded white ears to peak over the crest of the hill before calling out - "Moonbeam!" They had helped one another before. RiverClan killed Bluepool, but that wasn't Moonbeam's doing. And hunting on RiverClan land was not Cottonsprig's call. Please, Moonbeam. Please have what I need.
"Hey, I'm sorry for calling on you like that," she does not approach their border any closer. Her ear twitches, "I've come to ask a favor," she has a story, practiced, careful, "We have a queen who's lost her kittens. I know it's a long shot, but... do you have anything for that? I can give her chamomile to help with the sadness, but her milk... it's not drying up. Wolfsong doesn't know if there's anything we can do for her, but I think... I think it's cruel to try and wait it out, you know?"
She lies. Under StarClan's sunlit sky, she lies, and she holds her composure well while doing it.
@Moonbeam