camp Waiting in the shadows ☾ Short Post RTA

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ It is as though Frightpaw has blinked and suddenly finds herself in the waking world again.

Beneath her paws, the grass feels stiffer than usual. It tickles against her ankles, set upon to dance by a lax breeze swirling with moorland perfume. She breathes it in, flaring her nostrils and opening her mouth to catch every familiar and long-traveled smell she's offered and sets to putting a name to some of the homier scents. Some flora she can name now that she's traveled over Windclan's healing land, others have names, like the cats milling about camp as morning shines gold above their heads. She wonders, then, about the cats she can't smell. Wherever her remaining parent is, the friend she met at her first gathering, those who have died and those who have gone missing...

The camp entrance will never cease it's rustling with all those who continuously come and go, life's consistent tune.

"I want to visit the graves " Frightpaw thinks aloud. She hasn't ever visited the gravesite before, perhaps her mother would care for the company?

*+:｡.｡ Updated 9/21/24

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[rivewhisper]

Rivewhisper is between one moment and the next when she hears Frightpaw speak- ears twitch briefly, and owl-sharp blue eyes switch to the apprentice. Her ears perked, and she is thrown into a thought- when was it that she visited Bearflight's grave last? Guilt bit at her gently before she stands up straight from where she had been checking the fresh-kill pile to make sure none had turned bad.

"I can take you." Rivewhisper offers, stepping closer with a curious look in her eye. "'s long as your mentor doesn't mind."

‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, fourteen moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ 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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[CELANDINEPAW]

"I'll come with you guys, too. I've been meaning to tend to the graves." Came Celandinepaw's sunshot intonation, though her voice mottled in the strain upon her twine-woven back, as though she could hardly hide the mount of responsibilities that lie heavily along the careens of her shoulder blades. Her xanthic pelt shimmered upon the moorland's hands of wind, as though her coat were of the dewretted wheats and sallow sawgrasses, borne of the home that she had claimed, not fated herself to. It seemed as though yore had long-past and decayed since she had visited the gravestones. She couldn't help but associate the plague with that resting place, and perhaps the dogged miasma of days past would never truly let its bones fade into the earth too. Still, it was necessary for her to acquaint herself with the ugliness of her destiny. What else was she to do?

𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘈, 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘌 ₊˚❀ ༉ ‧₊ ˚. ☘︎ 𝘐 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘋

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  ❁ — MEDICINAL EXPERTISE: Celandinepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. Although she is quite new to her position, she also has much expertise with treatment regarding infectious diseases and basic remedies. As for anything more complex... you're better off asking a more experienced medicine cat. WOUNDS — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES — ★☆☆☆☆ INFECTIONS — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES — ★☆☆☆☆ CONTAGIOUS ILLNESSES — ★★★★☆ CHRONIC ILLNESSES — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS — ★☆☆☆☆ KITTING — ★☆☆☆☆ TRAVELING — ★★★☆☆​

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  CELANDINEPAW & TRANS WOMAN & 12 MOONS
  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong & Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak her mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw had taken to quietly observing camp most days. The respiratory sickness that ravaged the clan made him wary of approaching anyone, for fear of his demise. It had left him lonely. He overheard Frightpaw. His... sister. Yeah, she was still his sister. Even if not by blood. The fawn tabby rose stiffly, having sat in the same position for too long. "Can-" he started, clearing his throat, "can I come too?"

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  GRASSPAW — HE/HIM ･ 8 MOONS ･ TUNNELER APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[SHEEPPAW]

"I want to go visit the... graves too." A sleep - riddled voice speaks, murmuring the last part. As the moor - runner apprentice approaches the group, his dark tail flicked to the ground. He wants to visit Lilypaw's grave, he hasn't approached it since the other apprentice died. The breeze brushed through his coat in a small wave, letting blue eyes slide to Frightpaw. She hasn't spoken to the other apprentice in a while. Nevermind that. Her tail twitched at the ground. She honestly can't help but refer to the Graveyard as a place of sickness and the stench of death cradling it. But... he wants to visit Lilypaw and tell her how he was sick and stuck in the awful Badger sett.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 10 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig avoids the graves. She avoids Quietcrow, the one dead due to her diverting path. She avoids Weaselclaw, who no doubt sees her and laughs. She avoids Icebreath, who exists in StarClan but can no longer favor her. The graveyard is full of ancestors - friends and family - who she can no longer see despite the virtue of her rank. And yet... as she passes by, she cannot help but think Rivewhisper may have her paws full with this one.

"I'll tag along," she says, though her stomach churns with the offer. "A large troop of apprentices like this needs a few more mindful paws about..." Cottonsprig means nothing against the warrior of course - and she tries to show as much with a simple smile.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Perhaps it was his duty as leader that led him to the graves many more nights than most. He memorized their names, their stories. Even the ones that came before his time did not deserve to be forgotten. But. . . he cannot be wrong to think there are many more that he knows than those he does not. His leadership has been shaped by disaster. So many of his warriors had ended up dead. Those that he considered friends, or more. Bearflight — well, he has passed his guilt to Rivewhisper, it seems. But he cannot pretend that he alone mourns. So many of those that ask to tag along have their own reasons for grief. And with a soft, aching sigh, Sunstar realizes that he cannot deny them.

"Your mentors will understand. It is important to care for our lost, and to mourn where it is safe to do so." To his daughter, he dips his head. "Go ahead. You will lead."

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 ️️️ ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈? ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞09.15⌝

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  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives,
  
  
  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has much to prove — and very little energy left to do so, after a long list of betrayals on his council.

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[MIDNIGHTPAW]

Midnightpaw wasn't sure whether or not she had forgiven her sister yet. The eclipse of feelings that plagued her was strange and hard to name, but none felt like forgiveness. And deep down, she thought that maybe it wasn't Frightpaw's fault at all. Ebonylight was the one who dealt the killing blow, but he was gone and there was no one else to blame for Nightingalecry's death. All she really knew was that she felt more alone than ever, and in her short existence, she had lost more than most did in a whole lifetime. She had decided long ago that emotions were a hindrance, yet she couldn't always manage to turn them off.

Seeing her sister out and about now was bittersweet. Part of her was happy to see that Frighty was feeling better. Part of her despairingly thought that she could stand to be sad a little longer, much to her internal discomfit. The ebony apprentice wanted badly to shake this ill-fated grudge, but she could see the reflection of vermillion vitriol splashed across warm grey fur when she looked into her sister's pale ocean eyes. She longed to feel that forgotten sense of kinship once again and knew in the back of her mind that the path had to start with her.

The windswept child of the moors quietly approached the growing group, all eager to escort them to their mother's grave sight. Midnightpaw admittedly spent more time there than was healthy, but she usually looked up at the stars, wondering if Nightingalecry was looking back at her. Now she locked eyes with her sibling, not bothering to acknowledge the rest, apart from brushing her tail along Grasspaw's flank. A wistful look flashed across cornflower blue irises, and her features softened as much as she could manage. "I'll join you."

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• MIDNIGHTPAW ✦ she / her, apprentice of windclan, 8 moons
  ⭃ short-hair black tabby with low-white, vitiligo and blue eyes. petite and frail
  ⭃ hollowcreek x harbingermoon // littermate to whitepaw and grasspaw
  ⭃ adopted by nightingalecry // adopted sister to frightpaw, witherpaw and deathpaw
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // currently mentored by redheart
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[rivewhisper]

As soon as she offers, it feels like, there is a crowd of apprentices. Her ears heat, and Rivewhisper's folly is quick to make it obvious that she was going to be overextended. A sharp inhale followed as she mentally counts the amount of apprentices that were going to attend- but Cottonsprig is approaching. Rivewhisper has.. mixed feelings there, but at the least, she feels a sharp bite of you left my ðir to deal with yellowcough on his own, and that's enough to flatten her ears.

Her sun-touched father arrives next, with a grief filled sigh. Owl-sharp blues turn towards him- they rest there a moment, and when she comes to a resolution she swallows her hesitation and dips her head. "Alright. Run and let your mentors know, then we can head out." Rivewhisper says softly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

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  // gonna make another thread for the actual visitation! pings incoming
  

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, fourteen moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ 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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