private WARM FUR COATS AND LEATHER THRONES — MC MEETING

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── It has been too long since Wolfsong has gazed upon the Moonstone. During the trek here with Cottonpaw –Cottonfang, she still calls herself– he hadn't actually considered what it would be like to finally stand here once again. He almost expects StarClan to strike him down with a great, shuddering bolt, but if they had not done so to Sootstar, he does not think they would cast such a burning judgment onto him. The same cannot be said for the other medicine cats, of course; Wolfsong remembers well their reactions during the last Gathering that WindClan attended, and the hostility his mate shouldered.

They are a forest burned and uprooted, and it is only natural their neighbors would complain of the smoke.

He curls his long tail around himself and, for once, does not immediately speak. There is so much to be said he wouldn't know where to begin, so he does not begin at all.

//@DAWNGLARE @Fireflypaw @RAVENSONG @Moonpaw @HAILSTORM. @STARLINGHEART @Magpiepaw @cottonfang
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 41 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (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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[RAVENSONG]

The moons without their monthly meeting had uneased Ravensong only for the reason of not being able to converse and learn with the other medicine cats. The severed connection to StarClan, to his surprise, had been of less importance, though perhaps in his prolonged absence he had become comfortable with staying out of their reach. After facing several deaths, and one disappearance being that of the one cat he loved, Ravensong could feel a heaviness unlike no other as he traveled to the Moonstone for the first time with his apprentice Moonpaw.

He had been silent the entire time, lapsed into his own brain. Sootstar's presence had been dealt with, so they had heard, but the scent of WindClan still raised his hackles in wary anticipation. He sat opposite of Wolfsong and his apprentice. "This is my apprentice, Moonpaw." He introduced the pale white cat beside him. "We have been training for a couple moons, but this is our first visit together." His eyes narrowed.

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[Moonbeam]

Even if Ravensong hadn't been silent through the trip to the Highstones Moonpaw would have been, a mix of nerves and excitement twisting through her stomach as they made the trek out. She'd never been here before but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about what it would be like, and her mentor knew this - their first conversation had been about the moonstone after all. Eyes widened as they neared the entrance to the cave that the moonstone was homed within, fur rising on end for just a moment as the scent of another clan reached her senses only to fall once more as she realized where she was - there would be plenty of clan scents here tonight.

Quietly the apprentice found herself looking over to the other medicine cats, ones that she had seen at the gatherings she'd been to though she hadn't seen Wolfsong or Cottonpaw - fang, now - in quite some time, and had never had a proper conversation with any of them. When Ravensong introduced her to the others the RiverClanner couldn't help the way her chest puffed out in slight pride, an attempt at a good impression on those that she would be conversing with on a moonly basis from here on out. "Hello." She would offer in her usual quiet tone, a smile resting upon her face as she looked over the others and waited for the rest to arrive.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Magpiepaw]

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WindClan is met with only the faintest glance their way, a cold indifference to the presence of the moorland cats who once sought to claim their ancestoral stones for their own, who spilled blood upon moonlit pathways and dared claim their glow more ethereal than the stars themselves. The dark-furred and white throated apprentice settles himself down to sit next to ThunderClan's healer and only faintly lets his attention drift around the circle of gathered cats before landing on the moonstone itself that shone the same blue tinted lavender that his own eyes did.

"Starlingheart is unwell, I came alone." He begins, not entirely true but it was none of their businesses what happened to his mentor and if she wished to share it then she would herself when she was ready and no sooner. The curse of heartache, love torn asunder, was not his to speak of and certainly not to the wretches of the rolling hills. His nose lifts, he turns dismissively from where he sat close to Hailstorm both for comfort of familiarity and also the warmth he exuded on this still achingly cold night. The RiverClan medicine cat speaks of a new apprentice and finally his attention his drawn to the pale figure alongside the darker one - he was her elongated shadow, or she was the moon cast across darkened skies; her name was suiting in a way he found appealing. "It's nice to meet you, Moonpaw. I'm Magpiepaw." It was more a formality than anything, of course the clans knew of the other clans healers and their other important figureheads but he would not be known for being impolite for no reason.

————— ⸸ looks like the stars won't shine much longer ———— ⸸ so give me your hand

• OOC can go here.
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  Magpiepaw
  —⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
  —⊰⋅ He/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
  —⊰⋅ Has mild cerebellar hypoplasia (Wobbly cat syndrome)
  
  

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[DAWNGLARE]

Very nearly, Dawnglare had not shown his face this half - moon.

He appears only the soft shell of the visage he has so far carefully crafted — that is, a face worth admiring, well - kept and picked clean. He trades his well - groomed self for dark circles beneath his eyes and a pelt left untouched for sunrises. A gaze like knives trace venomously across those gathered — of no fault of their own, but he simply did not want them here; did not care for them here. His business is with the moonstone, set in it's discomforting glow between them all. If not for the light that it took and used anew, he could not acknowledge the torn claw sitting before them all. It's a wonder! That he is the only one who cares... or perhaps, it wasn't wonderous at all, considering he was the only dove in this nest of ravens. " Nerve, " with no inch of kindness, he spits. " WindClan has a lot of it. " never has he hid his dislike of their medicine cat— the current, no, any of them at all— but he bristles openly now, moon - lit blues blazing cold fury toward them both.

He had not leapt for joy, hearing of Sootstar's expiration at that border. No, he would've much rather see her killed himself, and not be expected to treat her mongrels as allies, the next time he saw them. Dawnglare had been dead - eyed at the news. The death of that woman should not have been traded for all that it had

The moonstone had not so greedily called for his attention, as it once had. Mothers very heart, it may be, but against its nose he would only find StarClan. Perhaps it was blasphemy, to call it an only — but perhaps amongst him, he would only find Blazestar, thick with wisdom he'd been to empty - headed for when he was alive. The thought both entices, and terrifies. His claws rap at the stone floors in a neurotic click, click click.

Ravensong introduces his apprentice to them all, perhaps the least important item of all their was on their list, but an item still, he supposes with no patience. Moonpaw, what a dreadful little name. One that should've been for someone special, not who would become but the fourth wing plucked from RiverClan's carapace. " That name is too big for you, " he says, moonglow eyes narrowing upon her. Had she any arguments, he would not hear them. He does not care. We have been training for a couple moons, but this is our first visit together. Upon that mention, his gaze would flit to WindClan's " medicine cats " once again.

He can appreciate the cold indifference ShadowClan gives to their more dreadful neighbors. Starlingheart is unwell. " She is not the only one, " he sniffs. He turns to... whoever the tom at his border had been. He had not gotten a name, and he does not care to get it now. " Berryheart is recovering smoothly, yes? " Of course he would be. The question is impatient; simply another thing to say before they could go off to more important things...

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 60 moons old as of 1.1.24. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[cottonsprig]

She takes the silence well. Once a bubbly and excitable apprentice, the she-cat waits with nervousness itching her skin. She had visited weeks ago, with Downypaw - however it was less of a visit and more of a diversion. She had not lead the child to the stone nor attempted to commune with the stars. She simply skirted around it, perhaps for the same fear that Wolfsong holds onto - that she may be struck where she stood, then and now. Hostility wreathes around the other cats as they are joined, and though Cottonfang wishes to protest it, she understands.

Moonpaw is introduced to them all, and the grey feline takes bitter note of the SkyClan cat's glower. Her blue gaze fits to the white furred apprentice, and she nods a greeting, "It's nice to meet you, Moonpaw." She does not introduce herself, and it's intentional. Her name is bitter on her tongue, given to her by a woman who only saw power in her - who no longer loved her, like a mother should. For a beat she wonders if Sootstar ever loved her, or just wanted a legacy to live by her law. Cottonfang allows her gaze to linger on Magpiepaw as the bicolor tom speaks, but doesn't say anything in return. Dawnglare keeps up the discussion and so the she-cat continues to follow Wolfsong's model and say nothing immediately.​

 

[Fireflyglow]

Fireflypaw's tail raps against the walls of Mothermouth as he trails through the darkness, following his mentor swiftly through the black. This is like home to him, the smell of stone and water dripping in the distance. Fi cannot imagine what life would be like without Dawnglare, his ever critical eyes shining down towards the WindClan medicine cats as they arrive. He can hear the tap, tap, tap, tap of claws against the stone floor, and he hums his agreement. The nerve of WindClan to show their faces here on this holy night. He thinks to himself bitterly, yet the smile on his face never wobbles or dissipates.

A new introduction, a she-cat he hears not too far from him. Ravensong introduces a she-cat to them all, Moonpaw. He's idly reminded of his ThunderClan sister then, but keeps his mouth shut. "It's always a pleasure to see Ravensong isn't by his lonesome anymore. My name is Fireflypaw." Fireflypaw quips with a soft laugh, deep voice ringing out in the tunnel-like chambers. As he lays down next to the moonstone, Fireflypaw continues to listen to the talk around him- would ThunderClan show up? Would everything be okay?​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 18 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — Much like Magpiepaw he barely spares the Windclan cats a glance and simply inclines his head slightly in their direction in a form of a silent greeting, he sits next to the black and white apprentice comforted by his prescence and allows him to leech off his warmth. Ravensong introduces his apprentice Moonpaw and he perks both of his ears forward about to speak until he hears the voice of Dawnglare makes his dark gaze snap in the direction of the russet tom telling the pale molly that her name was too big for her... Whatever that meant. He has to keep his face rather stoic to avoid wrinkling his snout at the glowering tom with his attention shifting to the apprentice "Hello Moonpaw, it's nice to meet you. I'm Hailstorm," His smile is warm which is a rather large contrast to Dawnglare currently though he can feel himself flinch slightly when the tom turns his attention to him, he can feel his skin crawling uncomfortably knowing that he would have to pass on the news.

He remains where he is by Magpiepaw's side and he knows that he must answer quick seeing as Dawnglare seemed to be in a rather unpleasant mood and his inquiry was an impatient one. He notices Fireflypaw remembering that the tom had referred to his late mentor as uncle and his heart aches for Howlingstar's kin once more, he inhales a sharp breath before speaking out the next words knowing how heavy they felt on his tongue "He was recovering smoothly. The catmint helped but he ended up passing away from his breathing issues, he slept half way out of the den and..." There's a pause to let them process this information and to allow himself a moment, his eyes locking onto the moonstone to keep his eyes away from everyone present there.

"He's with his Starclan kin now,"

The weight and duty of a medicine cat falling heavily onto his shoulders but Berryheart's death felt even heavier on his conscience and on his soul.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ hail is a very warm individual (despite his name) and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, gentle, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 52 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed/not interested; mated to little wolf
  ✿ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✿ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DAWNGLARE]

His apprentice's laugh echoes around the cavern, and Dawnglare ponders how he could stand to be so unbothered at a time where there is so very much to be bothered by. A glance would be spared toward the pointed tom, but no more than such. His claws are antsy, barely scrapping at the stone floor. As ThunderClan hesitates on an answer, Dawnglare is sat with wide eyes intent on the glow of Her heart. Peace and quiet is what he wanted Yes, that's what he would say, but when presented with the opportunity... could he possibly bear to see that face again, so soon.

Of course they would welcome him with open arms. Dawnglare was starting to wonder, or perhaps realize, that StarClan were just the lot of fools that Blazestar would've gotten on well with.

He glances to this one— the shaggy thing striken grey. And oh, what a face Dawnglare's stare is unwavering, silent question forming in the curl of his fox - like tail. What could it possibly be? A joke, the morbid sort, crowds its way into his mind, and he is left observing with a pinched half - grin, Don't tell me... he nearly thinks to say, teeth bitten down on his lip.

But Hailstorm does tell him, and in reply, he is near - speechless.

Dawnglare could never mourn a cat not from his own clan. What an experience it still was, to suddenly be told the last time you had ever saw someone had been the last, and you had simply not known so, at the time.

" Oh, " He smiles, perhaps a mimicry of his apprentice in this moment, who sat ever - so - content by his side. His apprentice whom had been Berryheart's kin. One thing, now two. How very kind of this world... Silently, he says his goodbyes. Amongst them all, he had been the one that he had known longest. Amongst these few, Dawnglare had minded him the least.

And it occurs to him that Hailstorm would be left without all the knowledge he needed, just the way that Berryheart would be. His smile presses harder, and he lowers his head. " How lucky for WindClan, hm? The rest of us have been too preoccupied to deal with them properly, " he hums. While he appreciated that the others were not so shy with their disdain, ignorance alone was not quite enough, for him... This life — what part of it was worth it? Johnnyflame had given him no reason, still, that he should still remain. Not in Leaf - bare. Perhaps... not ever, truly.

Slowly, it comes to him, what they have done for others like him... " I suppose this makes you a whole Medicine Cat now, if not by choice. " He did not believe this fully — he never has. But it would give their respective clans some false hope. For a moment, tumultuous winds blow over his mind. There is a flick of his tail before he is summoning the ashen tom forward with a jerk of his head. " Remind me, what is your name? "

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 61 moons old as of 2.1.24. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest. Delusional and very much stuck in his ways. The death of his closest friend has helped him none, in this
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — Hailstorm cannot help but feel the slightest bit uncomfortable when Dawnglare seems to grin at the news but the snowy giant says nothing listening to the russet tom turns his attention to Windclan once more saying that they were fortunate that the other clans had been too busy to deal with them and one of his tufted ears flick at the notion, he did not completely disagree but then again he does not know Windclan's possible struggles so he remains quiet. Dawnglare's next words make the fur on his neck prickle upwards in the slightest at the mention of being a whole medicine cat even if not by choice, he feels his throat growing slightly dry at the thought of it knowing that he still had so much more that he needed to learn yet his clan could not continue without a medicine cat so he'd need to step up and take the mantle that was meant to be his moons later... He imagined Berryheart and him working alongside each other for a longer time.

A frown on his maw as he forced himself to gaze upon the unsettling healer from Skyclan answering dryly "It does." When he asks for his name does Hailstorm find himself pausing for a long moment remembering how he had introduced himself only moments prior to the Riverclan molly, he thinks of the unforgiving cold brought from leaf-bare and how it had taken so many of those he cared for, prey lessening, predators growing hungry and desperate, and the passing of his late mentor. He remembers once when he had enjoyed the cold, the snow, and lighter things it brought with it but now he regards it with disdain much like his own name. It feels bitter on his tongue. "Hailstorm." The tom says finally as he approaches when Dawnglare beckons him closer, a small frown still present on his maw. A cursed name. The silent thought manifests into his mind.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ hail is a very warm individual (despite his name) and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, gentle, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 52 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed/not interested; mated to little wolf
  ✿ currently being mentored by no one
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✿ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DAWNGLARE]

He drawls in reply. Perhaps only unconsciously, does Hailstorm realize would had to be done. Dawnglare would lower his head as the tom approaches his side, both in reverence for who he would soon need speak for, and in careful consideration of the name presented to him. He could not speak for him here, without absolute certainty in his word. He allows it to fester — to become at home on his tongue. Allow him to last as long as his mentor had, at least. It falls into place with an exhale of breath. " Hailstorm. " he glimpses the tom with a sideward glance, silence dipping low between them both. The beating of Her heart is sonorous in his ears. A single nod, when he hears it then. " Very well. "

Decisively, he lifts his chin. He recalls the words he has spoken once before. Then, they had been brought on by a whim — but his is one worthy of tradition, for her holds the stars in mind, and earth in paw. " I, Dawnglare of SkyClan, come before StarClan in Berryheart’s stead to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard in the ways of a medicine cat… " But would it be enough? It was not so long ago, that Berryheart had instead been trailed instead by a sorry scrap of a cat. Berryheart had been low, but direct in his word. Despite the fluff that he may mistake for cotton in Hailstorm’s ears, Berryheart’s word would have been one easily grasped. Oh, so he hopes… " And with your guidance, he will serve his clan for many moons. "

ThunderClan, in a way, only thanks to them had Dawnglare ever tread foot in this forest. An allure that Little Wolf had taken to, and so she had dragged tethered Blazestar to a demise more imminent than most. Perhaps it had not been her intention, but a part of him loathed her for it, all the same.

Should the moonstone’s glow be one so full of judgement, as it was now? Hailstorm should feel the weight of it all, of a thousand eyes casting judgement onto him, but oh, those eyes should not be on him. Was it Blazestar, shrouded by mist and star - shadows? Did he frown upon his thoughts, now? …He should not be surprised. Blazestar had done little else, it seemed, while he had lived.

A twitch of the nose. Hailstorm would have this, regardless of how he felt. " Hailstorm, " he looks toward him now, blinking slow. " Do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to care for your Clanmates, forgoing any personal grievance? "

His gaze was unfocused, but he would see this through for the sake of ThunderClan. From him, they deserved nothing, but Blazestar would’ve wanted it so.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 61 moons old as of 2.1.24. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest. Delusional and very much stuck in his ways. The death of his closest friend has helped him none, in this
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — He listens closely to Dawnglare reciting the words for his ceremony and it feels all too soon, too quick yet he must stand here for Thunderclan and for Berryheart. He can feel the thousands of eyes on him even now as his gaze focuses on the moonstone, he swallows quietly hoping that they would accept him despite how he had failed in saving his mentor a second time and when Dawnglare looks to him once more he feels slight amusement at how this reminds him of a warrior ceremony but it's different. A life devoted to the stars and their ancestors above, he parts his jaws "I do."

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ hail is a very warm individual (despite his name) and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, gentle, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 52 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed/not interested; mated to little wolf
  ✿ currently being mentored by no one
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✿ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DAWNGLARE]

It is curt, the weight in his voice not as heavy as it could have been. Hailstorm need not be weighed down any further than he had to be. Dawnglare could only hope that it makes more of a boon than it did a hindrance. His acknowledgement is brief, the flicker of an ear. He beholds him as an apprentice for the last time, glimpsed with half - lidded eyes. The moonstone’s glow is nearly blinding, but he would not let render him speechless, not until it was said and done.

" Step forward, then. " It occurs to him — admist all of WindClan’s foolishness, would Hailstorm know the extent of it? it’s a wonder that he had made it here, at all. With Berryheart gone, perhaps he’d been left to follow the heels of ShadowClan’s own apprentice. " Touch your nose to the moonstone, and be made anew in StarClan’s name. We welcome you as a full medicine cat of ThunderClan. " He would meet the gaze of the other medicine cats in turn, WindClan, of course, he did not consider a part of that group.

His part has been finished, and he crumbles in a way the stone around them never would, shoulders slumping from the statue of poise he had once been. As Hailstorm steps forward, and the others share tongues with StarClan, Dawnglare decides that tonight he would sit in silence, too afraid of who he would see glittering upon the moonstone’s surface.

Claws scrape stone floors, and he cannot bring himself to glimpse Hailstorm again, when he speaks. " I am… If ThunderClan ever requires my help… I — I am here. " Perhaps he would see Blazestar’s smile shining in the stars.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 61 moons old as of 2.1.24. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest. Delusional and very much stuck in his ways. The death of his closest friend has helped him none, in this
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[RAVENSONG]

Would he have traded Wolfsong and Cottonfang's place for Berryheart and Starlingheart in a heartbeat. While news of WindClan's savage leader's demise had reached his Clan, he does not feel inclined to forgive the others who allowed themselves to follow under her lead until whatever had happened now. He thought it would have taken a cat insane to believe any differently, though he holds more sympathy for Cottonfang than her mentor. Parental affection is an understandable short-coming. Similar to Dawnglare, he ignores them with hatred. Their Clan, after all, is the reason they have not met here for several moons, though he does not hold the same devotion as the SkyClan medicine cat. And StarClan all-mighty supposedly still allows them to walk hallowed ground. He wonders how hallow it really is.

Magpiepaw does not offer an explicit explanation, so Ravensong tries to not assume the worst. But Hailstorm offers no room. He feels a jolt in his heart, Berryheart had been a familiar and warm face for Ravensong to see during these meetings. He often sat next to him. To know that he was gone now forever, without a chance to say goodbye, shakes him to his core deeper than he would like to admit.

After Hailstorm's ceremony with Dawnglare, it is time for Ravensong to complete Moonpaw's initiation. He meets Dawnglare's gaze and stiffly nods his head in approval toward Hailstorm.

"Moonpaw," He says, and yes, despite Dawnglare's disapproval of her "big name", Ravensong does not care, falling deeper into his self-dug pit of apathy toward the stars. She has been chosen by them, after all. "Is it your wish to enter the mysteries of StarClan as a medicine cat apprentice?" He waits for her response.

"Then come forward. I present this apprentice to the warriors of StarClan. She has chosen the path of a medicine cat. Grant her your ... wisdom and knowledge to serve her Clan in healing in accordance with your will." His heart lurches and he feels his fangs cut down on his tongue.

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[Moonbeam]

Moonpaw watches as each of the other medicine cats and some apprentices speak, offering her their own greetings - some nicer than others - while so many of them also offering WindClan a distasteful look of their own. She wasn't expecting her first meeting to be like this, bad news with Berryheart's passing and being told Starlingheart is unwell and she could only look to Magpiepaw and Hailstorm before dipping her head slightly, remaining silent as she often did in new situations but hoping that it was received well, that they understood that though quiet she was wishing them the best.

It is then that Dawnglare does Hailstorm's ceremony, that he is no longer an apprentice but a full medicine cat of ThunderClan, and Moonpaw watches in quiet awe as he is told to place his nose against the moonstone before a few moments pass and Ravensong is speaking once more. Head turns to her own mentor as he speaks towards her now, and she listens with ears pricked and tail still before nodding her head. "I do." It is not soon after she speaks that she is asked to step forward and so she does, listening to Ravensong as he asks the stars to grant her wisdom and knowledge.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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