WON’T YOU DANCE WITH ME [ ✦ ] MC MEETING

[Starlingheart]

Crossing the moors with only one eye was even more terrifying than it had been with two. Her vision halved makes it nearly unbearable. Her head swings rapidly to and fro whenever she hears even the faintest whisper of a breeze trailing cool fingers through grass on her blind side and she is flinching, head swinging to assess for possible threats. For a familiar gray pelt to come and finish what he had started. At least Gentlestorm and Magpiepaw are here, she finally is able to settle when she keeps in mind that should there be any possible danger, they would likely react. That and the fact that ThunderClans healer had spent more time training as a warrior than she or her apprentice had. With these thoughts in mind, she stops reacting to every little sound eventually. "Th-thanks for coming with us" she says softly to Gentlestorm right before they enter the familiar tunnel that leads to the cavern in which StarClan nested.

Her eye darts around at the cats gathered and as they enter, she dips her head respectfully. "it’s good to see- to see you all again" though regretfully it is not all of them. Her lone gaze darts to the spot Berryheart once occupied for a split second, mourning evident in her green eye, in the way a frown crosses her face for all of a brief moment before she regains her composure. "I hope all is- all is well within your clans?" sincerely, she does. WindClan has had a hard time of it lately, and SkyClan… " I am sorry to-to hear of your loss, Dawnglare, Fireflypaw. Blazestar was- he seemed like a good cat." she knows too that they had been friends, at least once, and Fireflypaw, that had been his father. She knows the sting of both loosing kin and friend alike.

// @GENTLESTORM @Magpiepaw @WOLFSONG @cottonpaw @RAVENSONG @Moonpaw @DAWNGLARE @Fireflypaw

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTPAW AND GHOSTPAW.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── His own stare, like Starlingheart's, settles briefly on the absent space now filled by Gentlestorm, seeing another in his stead. He did not know Berryheart well, but he served ThunderClan with dignity, and they permitted WindClan's presence after the rogues stole the moors. They will meet again, perhaps in a dream— most likely among the stars, when it is Wolfsong's time to leave the soil. Hopefully, that is not anytime soon; there is still much he would like to accomplish at Sunstar's side.

"Indeed," he agrees, although his tone is cooler than Starlingheart's, as he has little complimentary to say for SkyClan's medicine cat. "He will be missed, but his belly will never again know gnawing hunger or his body aching wounds." He glances at Gentlestorm briefly. He can sympathize with his position, after all, given the nature of his own rise to medicine cat.

"WindClan continues to recover, and newleaf has thawed the moors for the return of our wildflowers. I will search for lungwort, especially. Starlingheart, does it grow in ShadowClan's marsh?"
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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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[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw finds herself a little more comfortable this moon. The threats gifted to them by RiverClan's leader during the gathering were not well received, admittedly, but these cats are all... kinder, than him. Excluding Dawnglare, who in all of his experience and superiority likely still looks down his nose at herself and her mentor. Nonetheless she doesn't expect to be ridiculed or attacked and remains for the most part relaxed as they wait for their counterparts from the other Clans.

Her tail twitches as ShadowClan arrives - what's left of them, anyhow. Magpiepaw is here with his usual unusual strut, but Starlingheart is worse for wear. Healed and healing, still, but missing just about half of her fur and a whole eye to boot. Cottonpaw cannot help but look towards Wolfsong for a moment, curious to know if her appearance shocked the golden tom, too. She knew that the black and white medicine cat wasn't doing well, but this...

She trails off, trying to settle the discomfort into the pit of her gut. They recognize Blazestar's death and she nods in agreement with Wolfsong's words. When he mentioned lungwort, she takes the chance to speak - "I've found some right when the snow begun to melt," her blue gaze flits over the other medicine cats, hopeful to be some sort of help - in some manner, at least, to further absolve their sins. "Not a lot, but enough to prevent another outbreak," maybe. She hopes StarClan will not prove her wrong.​

 

[Moonbeam]

Although she had been here once before, Moonpaw found herself nervous still as she walked quickly behind Ravensong to get inside the cave that held the Moonstone. Since the last time she'd been here she had gained scars along her back and though she knew that these meetings were important she couldn't help but worry about the now-healing clanmates that lie within the medicine den within RiverClan's camp. She itched to get back home, to make sure that there was nothing else the two of them could do but instead of saying anything the apprentice moved out of the way as she soon sat near her mentor and watched the others as they filtered in as well.

Eyes flicker over to Starlingheart and quickly Moonpaw finds herself looking away, ears pinned to her head as she thought of the announcement that Chilledstar had made - she had almost died and yet was still here, still healing her clan and conversing with the stars. As she spoke in greeting to the cats that sit around the stone now the snow-colored moggie found herself flicking back to the bi-colored ShadowClanner and she offered a small smile and a dip of her head in greeting, opting to stay silent this meeting unless she was directly spoken to. As Wolfsong asks about Lungwort she hears Cottonpaw speak up and Moonpaw cast a glance at Ravensong, curious if he would say anything about it.

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 10 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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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — Gentlestorm walks alongside the cats from Shadowclan going through the familiar tunnel leading the the caves and heart of Starclan, his feathered ears twitch in the slightest remembering how it had been difficult to get to Starclan due to Windclan. He tries not to dwell on the thought simply grateful that the moor queen was gone and the medicine cats of all the clans could commune with those that has passed, he nods in Starlingheart's direction and replies in a soft murmur "Of course, it was a pleasant trip." He slowly ambles to the spot where Berryheart had once sat within hesitating for a few heartbeats before sitting down as he nods his head to all of those currently present and offers a soft smile despite the exhaustion that pulls slightly at his body. His whiskers twitch as Starlingheart mentions Blazestar's passing, Gentlestorm cannot help but feel the sides of his mouth faltering into a faint frown not having been there for that gathering due to the injured apprentices that lay in his den tonight.

His eyes briefly swept over the Skyclanners knowing that they were the ones that had been effected by his death more heavily than anyone else and a soft breath leaves his maw. At Wolfsong's words of Berryheart never feeling hunger in his gut does he nod silently in agreement, his mind feels muddled in the slightest and listens to the Windclan healer ask if Shadowclan grew any lungwort in their territory. He knows that it grows within Thunderclan and he parts his jaws to speak "I'm certain it grows in Thunderclan, I'll have to search for some when I have the time." When Thunderclan wasn't under the threat of wolves but he dares not mention this new threat.

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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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual 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, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 52 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed/not interested; mated to little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✿ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Magpiepaw]

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"It does not." The apprentice answers Wolfsong curtly to his question for his mentor, his head tilted up in a gesture that could be smug defiance, "ThunderClan was kind enough to give us some during the initial outbreak of Yellowcough." Berryheart and, at the time, Lichenpaw, had presented to them the speckled violet flowers and it felt like gift but he knows it had lead to the first code of the healers; hence his answering for Starlingheart swiftly, not wanting his mentor to dwell on the matter. She'd saved Flintpaw at the expense of others, a burden that did not need to be reminded of nor called attention to when she had paid her price already ten fold. His eyes narrowed a challenge, daring anyone to bring it up.

"You ask us directly as if you already know this, are you offering to share?" It is spoken lightly, carelessly tossed from his maw as it were a mossball not lined in thorns. WindClan giving herbs rather than taking them. Monumental really. It was a reminder added to the discussion so that WindClan remembered what they owed the journey cats, that ShadowClan was not dirt beneath their paws as Sootstar considered it. He kept his gaze away from Cottonpaw, still distrustful and uninterested in her even if StarClan deemed it apt to rename her back as an apprentice and undo what egotism her mother had pushed upon her; she'd never be anything but Sootstar's wretched kin to him. He does not have much of an opinion of the golden tom thus far, the new WindClan leader's mate. Well, maybe this means their medicine cats will be given the respect they deserved under StarClan's guidance - from what he had seen of Sunstar during gatherings (briefly) he did not seem very similar to the former ruler. But he wasn't holding his breath less he turn blue.

——— ⸸ I'm the kid in the rain. Celebrate the insane ———— ⸸ Yeah, never goes my way

• 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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