private TO THINK IN A SCARY WAY, [ moonbeam ]

[claythorn]

While her head didn't hurt as bad, light still bothered her. Inactivity bothered her too, but considering how she swayed the last time she tried to escape, that wasn't in the cars. Eyes were half-lidded as she stared away from the entrance of the medicine den, somewhere near Robinheart. Ears twitching quietly as she briefly thought upon Otterbite, and a long sigh left him. The argument hadn't gone well- and it's one that dwelled deeply upon her shoulders.

Her life. Risked. The dogs, twice now, and now enemy clanners. He was fearful of her losing her life, and could she really blame him? Whilst it was her job, she now had to... she had to stick around for another. She couldn't be throwing her life to the dogs, metaphorically and literally. Head shifted to lay down, ears lowering with them. The look on her face was morose as she considered her options, trying to figure out how to appease Otterbite best now.

She didn't notice Moonbeam in the den- either returning or noticing Claythorn's state. Mismatched and unfocused golden eyes stared at the moss near her head.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

• "speech"
  @Moonbeam
  

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, fourteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after otterbite / / only child
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Moonbeam]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. She hadn't been there when the argument had happened between Claythorn and Otterbite, out trying her best to collect herbs and enough nesting materials for the many new residents within the den. If she had been then he would have been chased out, the medicine cat wanting nothing but quiet and rest for Claythorn so that she could heal the best that she could without worry of noise or stress causing the healing time to be longer. Upon noticing the state in which the older warrior lie a soft frown creased on the moggie's face, ears pinning back for a moment before soft word of "Claythorn?" spilled from maw, head tilting in concern before she'd move to lie down near the other so that head wouldn't have to move as much, so that words could be spoken softer to avoid more headaches.

"You want something to eat?" Had the cats within the medicine den been offered food from the apprentices yet? She wasn't sure, but hopefully with food in her belly it would help to perk up the warrior back to her usual self even just a little bit, and then maybe they could talk if Claythorn wanted.

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 13 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[claythorn]

Moonbeam's words caused her head to move to lift. The medicine cat was perceptive and settled herself down quickly before she needed to, and a soft noise left her. It was very unlike her. Ears twitched gently as Moonbeam offered food, and in interest of not having to rattle her head, she spoke- "I'm alright. Not that hungry." Claythorn murmured. She was, perhaps, one of the only few cats in camp she considered her friend.

Her eyebrows knotted together, and with a lowered voice she spoke again. Now, Claythorn wasn't known for speaking upon personal issues, so she couldn't be surprised if Moonbeam herself was surprised. "Am I making a mistake? Otterbite?" Claythorn asked quietly. "Is risking my life... wrong? When I'm... involved with him?" Mismatched eyes lifted finally to pin towards Moonbeam's own, hesitantly lost. Perhaps she really had been solidly domed and she's losing her mind, or was this a valid fear she kept hidden?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, fourteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after otterbite / / only child
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Moonbeam]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Head would nod slightly at the response before alabaster maw would open to speak quietly once more, ""If you get hungry let me know." She knew Claythorn would eat once stomach would begin to rumble but she was sure the injury to the other's head did not make it easy to be hungry, pain and nausea causing focus to be elsewhere. She assumed this would be all, the warrior usually the more quiet type and keeping to herself so when she continued to speak, a metaphorical eyebrow would raise but still she listened, mulling over the words that had been said, the questions asked.

"Risking your life is part of being a warrior, part of being a clan. Living where we do - where any of the clans do - is a risk that everyone agrees to when they become an apprentice, when they become a warrior." Claythorn had said "I do" when asked if she was willing to do so, willing to be a warrior of RiverClan, and it was expected to either die for the clan or get out, whether it be dying of old age within the elder's den, illness within Moonbeam's own den, or out in the territory defending it from intruders the risk was there and it wasn't something that was kept from those that trained within camp's walls. "Potential recklessness is the issue. A stupid cat will rush into battle without thinking and call it brave, but a truly brave cat will assess and think before going in, making sure to weigh the options. Even if both die in the end one will be remembered a fool but the other a hero."

She'd think for a moment, head shaking in response to the last of the question. "Risking your life isn't foolish, it's part of being in the clan. Just make sure it's being risked after knowing that's the only option left, the only option to do right by the clan." She didn't know much about the life that Claythorn or the other warriors led, any battles that happened Moonbeam spent tucked away within camp or on the sidelines to help heal any that would come home injured, didn't truly know the heat of battle past the way she'd pushed a rogue under the water and towards others to watch them drown when taking back the island. ""He cares about you," It had to be true if he'd come to her to speak to her like this, to make sure that she didn't risk her life anymore, even if it was an odd way of caring in the medicine cat's eyes, "If you care for him too then you're not making a mistake." She had no reason to believe otherwise.

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

• --
• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 13 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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