private TOOTH AND NAIL 𓆩♡𓆪 MEDICINE CAT GATHERING

[DAWNGLARE]

A disturbing dream had plagued him the night before, visions of constricted lungs, of rotting teeth; sharpened points that tumbled from his pink gums as if nothing had ever been holding them there at all for these past few moons. A little nick was all it had taken. Really, he wasn't sure, too stunned in the moment to process the events leading up to his unfortunate gumlessness. Even once he'd awoken, his teeth had still pricked with phantom pains from an injury no longer sustained. Unsettling, unnerving, but he would not panic. He knew a sign when he saw one, and a sign is what he would take this as.

It's why as he brings himself to mother's mouth, his jaws are working at an ashy piece of bark. He knows not where he'd gotten this from, and at the moment, he did not care. A quiet rumble of warning had struck the coord of remembrance before his departure, and in a hurry, he had stuffed his mouth full of something random, recalling days as a kitten where he would work to whittle away any number of wooden twoleg contraptions. It was one kittish habit he could source an origin for; the incessant need to chew. It could ease the pain in your teeth. Now, perhaps the source of that pain could be evil in nature. It would depend on who your mother is, he thinks.

" Hello, " he drawls, eyes half - lidded and instinctively drawn to the earth's glowing core. His nerves were not particularly amiable today. Neither were they particularly aflame. He refrains from meeting the gaze's of ones he so disdains (well, mostly it was the WindClanner. Not paying mind to their guards was the only thing that kept him from leaving burying his still - warm corpse). The sounds of his chewing are hardly proper, but why should he bother to be something none of the others bothered to be?

( ooc: he is smacking on alder bark very obnoxiously. B) @Fireflypaw @STARLINGHEART . @BEESONG @RAVENPAW. @VULTUREMASK @BERRYHEART )​

 

[Fireflyglow]

The obnoxious smacking of lips and teeth crunching together irritates Fireflypaw, who follows close behind his mentor into mothermouth. His eyes are wide, scarred eyelids fluttering as ghostly blue eyes stare sightlessly in front of him. His ear twitches as bark is bitten, the soft crack sending waves of discomfort down his spine. Why must he do this now? Fireflypaw thinks to himself incredulously. Dawnglare had always been odd in his behaviors, but lately they had been growing more frenzied. He works his way around the glowing source, and though he cannot see it, he knows it's there. Harsh winds outside aside, it was much more comfortable inside of the mother's mouth.

"Hello, everyone." Fireflypaw greets them all politely as they arrive, massive form pushing his way past stone to seat himself comfortably beside his mentor. His voice echoed on the walls of the sacred place, the chill in the air sending a shiver down his spine. "Does anyone have any news?" He asks, patient. Curious. He wishes eagerly to learn more, but he respects his mentor's willingness to wait. ​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 10 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[BERRYHEART]

That scraping crunch, an ashy, resistant sound; he would have to have been deaf to miss it. He greeted every cat silently as they walked in, but a certain pair captured his attention for a little longer. Dull eyes that narrowed a little with confusion studied the manner of the Skyclan medicine cat, greeting his nephew fleetingly but warmly as he trailed in afterward. Sootypaws asked for any news, as though they were leaders sat upon the rock announcing it- and to that, Berryheart could indeed offer an answer. The stars had smiled upon him, granting him many a discovery this moon; many an opportunity, and luckily not at the long-term expense of any of his Clanmates.

"Blackberry leaves for bee-stings." It had been an accidental uncovering, one borne entirely serendipitously, but he was glad for it nonetheless. Gladder to share it. Still, it was difficult to simply leave it there... for Peepers still snacked upon something unseen, and the more indulgent parts of Berryheart were unendingly curious about what food could be so delicious that the dawn-painted tom would bring it somewhere sacred.

He blinked, ears angled inquisitively. "What are you eating?" There was no disdain in his tone- simply the ever-present curiosity that thrived within him, lying in wait for the moment that it could rear its head. ​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​

 

[RAVENSONG]

He is more used to the eerie glow and gloom of the cave now, even though a StarClan-fearing tremble snaked down his spine as he struggled with the reality presented in front of him. This was one of the hardest parts of being a medicine cat in training, he decided, feeling his whiskers brush against the cavern walls. The other medicine cats are strange (was that part of the application?)—especially the SkyClan ones from what he has seen and heard before. He hoped Starlingheart would be there.

Keeping close to his mentor like before, Ravenpaw takes his seat. He keeps quiet, only nodding stiffly for a polite acknowledgement of Dawnglare's greeting. Then his eyes drift to Fireflypaw, the apprentice of the bark-chewing cat. He's been an apprentice longer than Ravenpaw, but he can't help but feel surprised at how he was boldly attempting to start conversation. Ravenpaw had been a rebellious youth but constantly had his ear cuffed for insolence and disrespect over warriors and older cats. He knew when to hold his tongue, and being the newest and apprentice-statused, he was going to keep silent unless spoken to.

News.

He thinks of all the wounded cats that have filled RiverClan's den. Petalnose, Wolfglade... that is not something he thinks is good to share. He looked up, waiting for Beesong's guidance.

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[Starlingheart]

Making her way to the moonstone every half-moon was an arduous task. Not only was it a far trek, but it was also a lonely one. She fluffs up her fur as she crosses the moors, though the green-leaf breeze is a gust of warm air. There are other things to worry about though, other threats lurking in the shadows and out here in the open fields she feels more exposed than anywhere else. It is a relief when she finally makes it to the cave where the medicine cats convene, but that relief is short lived when she hears that incurable smacking noise. Stars above was he going to do this the whole time? Her eyes shift to look at him only once, but no other cat says anything so she doesn't either, just winces slightly at one particularly loud smack before turning her attention to the others, smiling slightly, a gentle tug at the corners of her mouth and a slight dip of her head in greeting. "Blackberry- blackberry for bee st-stings" she echoes, making a mental note to store than info away for later. She had yet to treat anyone with a bee sting but she appreciates the advanced information. "D-do you treat for infection for uh-for those?" she asks, genuinely curious.

Finally someone snaps, and asks the strange SkyClanner what he is eating. Her eyes slide to look at the medicine cat in question, awaiting the answer that she too had been awaiting for since she arrived.
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[DAWNGLARE]

Blackberry leaves for bee stings.

Dawnglare's expression would shift to him with a look of apathy– not too dissimilar from the tortoiseshell's own. Perhaps he would file this away for later. Or perhaps he would not. Teeth idly gnaw at bark, still, as eyes trail to the rest of those present. Honeybee's puny apprentice does nothing but quiver his whiskers. ShadowClan's medicine cat ( he gleans more from the stench than he does from face or name ) is not too dissimilar. Dawnglare cannot hear his own chewing over their talk, and so he chews louder, tonged laving over the thin tree - skin.

What are you eating? Dawnglare perks at the question. To be quite honest, he was not quite sure. Teeth had demanded the rub of something, and so he'd given them something to break. Something he did not use often, if at all, is what he recalls at the least. Still, Dawnglare would spit out chewed pulp to the floor, in need of a reminder. Dawnglare eyes the pile of chewed bark and spittle. " Ah... alder bark, that's right. " he recalls with a hum, lapping it back into his mouth. He would move it side to side in his mouth, musing to himself. " I have so much of it, you see. Stripping bark is good for the claws. " ( This fact is unverified, but he knows it, just the same. ) " And... "

He swallows, and pauses with a slight grimace, pondering if he should have tone that. Swiping excess muck from his teeth, suddenly, he is so keenly aware of the lack of any aches. It takes a few swipes to come fully to term with this, but once he does, he is pleased. " –And similarly, my teeth are at ease. " Medicine, or strange, perceived thing? It's something he'd continue to live by, regardless; this bit of knowledge filing away into his mind.​