camp WHAT IS THIS TRAGEDY [patrol departure]

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ She had told her apprentice that they would go, and now more than ever they have reason to. The calico wishes that their visit were under better circumstances, but RiverClan has seen to it that she will never again know better circumstances. She will never again know happiness. There is… truly nothing left among the ashes that coat everything she loves. She is grateful to Sunstar, despite the anger that simmers in their bond, for allowing her to take anyone with her—for allowing her to go at all.

The calico’s bones ache from disuse as she rises from her resting spot, but she pays no mind to the pain. The deputy moves to stand under the Tallrock, calling out to the clan in a voice rough and thick with grief. "Pinkpaw." Her apprentice, grieving her cousin and aunt. "Sparkspirit." A warrior who she does not know well, but who has lost the same kin as her apprentice—an aunt and a sister. "Featherspine." A warrior who has fought hard for his name, and who is grieving Bluepool just as Scorchstreak is. He lost his brother recently as well, another cat gone too soon. Scorchstreak wishes that she could offer him some kind of comfort, but she can hardly muster the strength to keep herself upright. Holding up the weight of two cats would be too great a task even for the deputy.

"I would like you three to come with me to the Moonstone. By nightfall… we will return." Her explanation is kept short, but she trusts that her clanmates are intelligent enough to understand what her intentions are. WindClan has gone too long without gathering pristine grave markers for their dead; that changes today.

☽♰☾ IT WAS WAR, IT WASN’T FAIR

• ooc: set before the duskclan invasion!! pack it up, we’re going on a road trip @PINKPAW @FEATHERSPINE @sparkspirit
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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── "You will need herbs for the journey." He is fortunate to have found them before they departed; it does not seem that Scorchstreak is particularly inclined to care for her well-being lately, and it may be that she intended to simply set out without consulting him at all— while taking his daughter with her. It is favoritism, perhaps, or simply his instincts as his ðir that he refuses to allow Featherspine to depart without the proper preparations. It is especially important as of late, with less prey for their bellies.

He wastes no further time disappearing into his medicine den, and then returning with a small bundle of chamomile. His one-eyed stare shifts to the four cats, lingering on Featherspine briefly. Pinkpaw will be a good companion, and though he is wary of Sparkspirit's past loyalties, he should be a good traveling partner as well. "Eat these before you go."
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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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[FEATHERSPINE]

What more was there to do, other than plod onward? Featherpaw's heart ached, even with this knowledge. Eyes that usually blisteres were like dull, dawning sun, cold and half-there. Golden light didn't reach her soul, though- it died before it got there, likely glowing now in Bluepool's star-touched eyes as she gazed down upon the Clanmates she had so suddenly left behind.

Hearing of Pinkpaw's attendance on this patrol, hauling their way to the Moonstone- a long journey, certainly- soothed Featherspine more than she would loke to admit. She said nothing as she looked toward her friend, dying light of speckled glimmers in her eyes. They were not hostile, not narrowed- they were soft, pathetic, and wanting the company of a cat she would never see again, all wordlessly. He decided, then, his gladness stemmed from the fact that Pinkpaw would be within his sight. There would be no chance of losing someone else. No chance of... of losing her.

Her ðir's voice flicked horned ears; yellow eyes, newly emptied tenfold from losing Bearflight and Bluepool both, found Wolfsong's blue. "Stay safe," she murmured to him, knowing it was ridiculous really, for the golden tom was perfectly capable of defending himself... but she did not wish to let it go unsaid. It being the I love you that lay buried in those words. She blinked slowly, gratefully, chewing slowly on the chamomile and hoping it would strengthen her into feeling anything at all.​

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[PINKSHINE]

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Her ears prick at Scorchstreak's call, swiveling to find her mentor's voice. It's... sad. Tired, like Scorchstreak had run across the entire territory and then some. She calls for Sparkspirit, too. For Featherspine, who would be morning the same cat that Scorchstreak was. Pinkpaw owes it to them all to be cheerful, to come to Scorchstreak with a bounce in her step. She foes just that, shaky smile pushing at her lips. Wide, curious eyes wonder what its for. A patrol, or...?

Oh. The Moonstone. Pinkpaw perks, and then... the patrol that Scorchstreak chose makes a little more sense. So does the time that she chose to take them... " Okay, " Pinkpaw nods in understanding, her tail flicking behind her. Maybe, if they couldn't bury Bluepool... they'd just get her the biggest and brightest stone that they could. She exchanges a glance with Featherspine. They didn't totally match... but Pinkpaw would keep smiling for her.

When Wolfsong comes, Pinkpaw joins Featherspine at her side, sniffing at the herbs the Medicine Cat has layed down for them. " We will? " she asks. She doesn't really get what they're for, but she laps them up anyways. It smells good, at least.​