camp THOUGHT WE HAD IT ALL [not eating]

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ It is not often that the fiery deputy is still in her nest by the time the sun is fully risen. But here she lies, unmoving except for her paws. Dappled toes knead sluggishly at dried wool and brittle flower petals; the nest’s soft bedding needs to be replaced by now. But what’s the point? There is no one to share it with, no one to appreciate it with. No matter what is in the nest, it will be cold. It will be… empty. There is no reason to fix it. There is no reason to do… anything. It is as though the sun has failed to rise, leaving the world choked in darkness. Normally, she would force herself to stand tall and powerful in the face of such a loss. Normally, she would pick herself up with ease, refusing to shed her carefully crafted exterior of stone. Normally… normally, she would look into her mate’s eyes and feel at home. Her heart clenches, sending a fresh rush of sorrow through her frame.

There is no end to it. To the pain, to the haunting. There will never be an end to it until the day that she herself joins the stars and reunites with her love. Deep down inside, the calico cannot wait for it. She half-wishes that some force could take her now, rip her from her nest and send her soul to the sky above. Death does not seem such a punishment now that her mate is waiting for her in the stars.

She lies in her nest, staring, drifting, until the sound of movement nearby rouses her. A certainly well-meaning clanmate approaches, and the calico watches silently as a hare is deposited before her. Her stomach growls and cramps, hunger roiling through her, but the idea of taking a meal without Bluepool is too painful to bear. "Not hungry," she says simply, but dulled golden eyes don’t raise to meet the other cat’s gaze.

☽♰☾ IT WAS WAR, IT WASN’T FAIR

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  SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to pinkpaw
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── It is his place as medicine cat to care for the well-being of his clanmates. Though he was chosen by Sootstar instead of StarClan, that has not changed his responsibility, and he knows he has failed them all since the fire tore through their moors. But if he does nothing in the aftermath, he will have failed them again, and though he still mourns his son, his gentle Bearflight and the agonized death that found him, he cannot prioritize his sorrow over WindClan's. He did agree to Starlingheart's proposal, after all, though he doesn't know if she foresaw children interfering with medicinal duties in this way.

"Your stomach growls louder than any monster on the Thunderpath," he says, nudging the hare closer. It is a rangy creature, even for its kind, and especially compared to rabbits; a sign of desperation, really, that a warrior should risk its might for a meal. A bit much for one cat, but Scorchstreak must recover her strength, lest RiverClan take two cats from them. "WindClan needs its deputy; children need their mother, their aunt, and a queen his sister. StarClan does not. The night shines enough that we needn't deprive the day of sunshine to brighten it with another star."
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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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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — To even begin to imagine the suffering that Scorchstreak was going through was impossible, though Rattleheart certainly tried. He thought of the state he would be in if he ever lost Venomstrike, the lone mental image of his mate tumbling over the edge of the gorge enough to leave him on the verge of tears. He carried such love in his heart for the moor runner, his seemingly ever-present companion and the father of his kits - and he knew Scorchstreak had felt the same way about Bluepool. Yet, fate had torn them apart in such a terrible way. Yanked from his sister her true love only moons after they had finally admitted their feelings.

Her agony was palpable, and he couldn't blame her for it for a second. Though at the same time, he could understand the truth in Wolfsong's words. If Scorchstreak let herself be swallowed up by her grief, would there be anything left of her when she emerged from the other side? Would Bluepool's death take not only her, but the deputy - and his sister - that they so desperatrly needed right now? Rattleheart couldn't bear the thought of watching her waste away in her sorrow, knowing that eventually even he would hit a breaking point. They were all just lucky that Wolfsong had the nerve to step forward before things got that far.

His voice was a tired echo after Wolfsong's words, chest clenching painfully as he took in the dulled gaze of his sister. "He's right, you know. We can't lose you too... I can't lose you. And the kits need to meet you properly, you know?" The chuckle he let out was forced, strained by the weight upon both of their shoulders. The weight that the stars had forced down onto Scorchstreak against her will. "...Please. Just a few bites?" Rattleheart's hoarse words took on an air of desperation, knowing it wouldn't be long until he had to return to the nursery to be with his litter once more. He just wanted to see her eat at least a bit before he had to, so he could at least know she was caring for herself somewhat.

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
  ❥ 52 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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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Just as expected, her rejection of the meal is rejected in turn by Wolfsong. The tom looks down at her with his sole eye, and he sees through her façade—right down to the broken, bruised heart that lies underneath. He comments on the growling of her stomach, and her ear flicks but she does not respond. Not until the tom continues on, stating her responsibilities back to her as though he wishes to add more weight to her slight frame. WindClan does need its deputy… but is she its deputy? Is she anything, in the face of it all? Can she be what her clan needs her to be? What her family needs her to be? Wolfsong’s words draw a sigh from her, and she tips her head to look up at him. "Recall that I am not your patient," she quips, her voice dry, but there is no anger to her statement. It is Wolfsong’s stars-given duty to watch out for every WindClanner, and that includes her.

Her sibling follows soon after the medicine cat, and her own voice is tired, dulled from the Rattleheart that she recognizes. Part of it is her fault, she concludes: her emotional outbursts in response to Bluepool’s death have surely affected more cats than she expected. The kits need to meet you properly, Rattleheart says, and it sounds like someone speaking at the deputy’s vigil. "You both treat me as though I’m dying," she comments, a touch of indignance coloring her words. But she does not rise to anger, not against Wolfsong—not against Rattleheart. They are… they are trying to help. "You are far from losing me, I assure you." She may see no point in living, but she has her duties. Responsibilities to her clan. Nothing truly matters anymore, but she will be damned if she meets her end in such a pathetic way.

"Fine, fine. I’ll eat, if you’ll quit treating me like a kit." The prey tastes like ash on her tongue, but still she powers through and takes a full bite. Chewing slowly, gingerly, the calico eventually manages to choke down the chunk of food. It goes down her throat like a rock into a well—like a body into the gorge. It plummets like Dappledsun. Like Bluepool. She shoves the prey away with a curt nod. "Thank you, Wolfsong. But this is nearly as large as I am. There’s not a chance I’ll eat it all on my own." Her stomach growls once again, hardly satisfied with what it’s been offered. It rumbles, shouts for her to take another bite, and finally she obliges. It is absolutely awful, eating this thing, but it gradually settles the discomfort in her abdomen.

☽♰☾ IT WAS WAR, IT WASN’T FAIR

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  SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to pinkpaw
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[brokenpaw ♠]

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The abandoned setts and burrows were not meant for kittens. It was meant to shelter their strongest, their most quickest and clever of the Clan. Brokenkit found those that shared their slumber under the stars much more noble than those that hid from them. It also meant he could watch from his hiding places, tracking the one's that slept heavier and the cats that could hear a rabbit kick from the hills.

The tunnelers were the oddest bunch, he decided. They often slept like corpses draped over moss and he wondered if Wolfsong ever mistakenly dressed them for a burial before. He does approach their deputy, though, a rabbit in tow.

His aunt was dead, her body to be buried with the ashes of their moors. Her life forfeited over the very thing Scorchstreak refused and something within Brokenkit felt hot over it. If Scorchstreak wanted to wither and join his aunt so desperately, he would not be as kind as Wolfsong, and instead let her go. What joy was there in wasteful efforts teaching a warrior that things just happen. Him and his kin knew it well.

INTERFACING - SUCCESS

Creeping silently as a vine the kitten had tactfully waited for the chance. Scorchstreak clearly did not want it, hardly able to pretend to enjoy it even. He and Honeysucklekit would properly appreciate the life of this prey. Scorchstreak pushed the rabbit outward, and in the same second Brokenkit latched prickly claws into the dense coat and drag it closer to himself.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - FAILURE

Alas, his untrained muscles were no match for a creature matching his own weight. Brokenkit's teeth tugged to hurried pull it back to the nursery but the ache in his jaw protested enough for him to give up after a final pull. Slowly his gaze lifted from the rabbit and back to the warriors, still keeping his front paws latched on.

"Mine instead." It was only fair after the molly threw away her chance.

♠ i swear to god, i did what i could ———— ♠ i practically begged you

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  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ kit of windclan | 4 months
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

PLAY US LIKE PAWNS AND RELENTLESSLY CONFINE
INTO LIVING UP TO GENDER ROLES AND HAVING ABSENT MINDS ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 23 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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" She'd w-worry t-too you- you know. Th-that you're not eating, " his words are likely unwelcome - unwanted. But they are needed - if not for scorchstreaks sake, then for his own slowly slipping sanity. Eyes stare blankly at the prey laying at her paws, memories rolling under the surface. Because she would, wouldn't she- just as she'd once fretted over him for doing just that, to the point he'd collapsed like and idiot. Its a moment he is not proud of - even if truthfully it'd seemed like the end of the world at the time, a reasonable reaction to his grief. He'd worried bluepool - worried all of them, with his actions. And now, his clanmates worry over Scorchstreak just the same. He worries over her.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?​

Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?​

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