your blinding light ࿏ moonbeam

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Iciclefang had mentioned Starclan before, sure- though it was mainly in passing, or at least vague. Truthfully, the concept of starry-furred dead cats hanging out in the sky didn’t interest Pinekit much, not until she had caught a glimpse of a real-life monster, a beast that should only live in one’s nightmares. Thank Starclan, the warriors around her had sighed more times than the kitten could count when all was said and done, and the puzzle pieces weren’t clicking in Pinekit’s brain, what’d Starclan do to help? Claythorn kicked its butt and Moonbeam saved Robinheart and Rivuletkit- Pinekit didn’t see a single dead guy there.
The curiosity was firmly stuck to the front of her brain for days before she finally took it upon herself to waltz up to Moonbeams den, questions already simmering behind daffodil hues. Pinekit has no hesitation when she sticks her head into the dimly lit den, juvenile features scrunching together as her eyes work to adjust. “Uhh, Moonbeam?” Pinekit finally calls. She didn’t know why, but a part of her had been expecting the medicine cat to be right where she needed her, ready to answer all of her questions. That’s what medicine cats were for, and the alabaster she-cat was nowhere in sight! “Hmph.” Pinekit cannot help the petulant lash of her tail as she fully steps in, eyes searching out somethin’ interesting to look at. The first cave she trails into, the smell of something sharp and sour hits her nose. Ack! The kitten coughs, giving herself a composing shake. Mkay, maybe Moonbeam and I are gonna need a serious talk about her bedside manners. Pinekit scoffs internally, giving the particularly strong-scented plant a scowl.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR DECEIT ──┐‎

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  @Moonbeam
  
  

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Moonbeam]

It wasn't often that there were visitors within the medicine den, especially ones so young, so when Moonbeam traveled outside of her den or camp she took her time the best that she could. She would know if someone were to get injured so there was no need to consistently watch her den, especially now with Robinheart and Rivuletkit injured but staying within the nursery so that Robinheart could keep with her kits and nurse them as long as she's able to, so that she wouldn't miss the milestones that she had worked so hard to be there for.

It had come as a surprise then, when the white-coated moggie moved inside her den to gather herbs and make sure things were fine when she heard Pinekit cough at the scent of the bundles of herbs. "You okay?" Would be the first thing from the medicine cat's maw as she neared the other. She wasn't upset, simply worried, for though her den had a more open policy of being allowed to come and go she didn't think that there would be a lone kitten in here, especially not Pinekit and especially not after being in here once before due to the injury within her paw.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

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  MEDICINE CAT;
  — 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 12 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  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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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- You okay? The songbird chime is quick to make Pinekit gather her composure, soured expression fixing to something more pleasant. When the kitten whirls around, she greets Moonbeam with a few rapid blinks and a soft, slightly surprised smile. “I’m good, how’re you?” Pinekit answers earnestly, still learning the excruciating art of ‘small talk.’ Whatever the ivory healers answer would be, Pinekit would take a moment to bounce away from her place what was much too close to the strangely powerful leaves. “So… you get to talk to Starclan, right?” Expectant honey hues blink once, twice. “Mkay… I was just wondering, uh- why’re they so important? N’ why do you get to talk to them?” She pauses, thoughts running rampant for a moment before her eyes squint almost suspiciously at Moonbeam, “are you a Starclan cat?” Her mother would be displeased to know Pinekit was hurling these questions at Moonbeam, especially during a time where everyone was so busy, nearly getting eaten by dogs and whatnot. Alabaster toes tap subconsciously against the ground, Pinekit could hardly contain keeping her tongue held while she waited.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Moonbeam]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. She is glad that Pinekit is fine, glad that she is not injured in any way, though it leaves a slightly confused look on the medicine cat's face as the other confirms that she's fine only to ask how she herself is. "I'm good." It was drawn out slightly, a lilt at the end turning it from simple statement to one mixed with a question. "Is there something you needed?" It was not sharp but simply curious, trying to figure out why the kitten was in the medicine den by herself looking at the herb stores. It's with a small inaudible sigh of relief that the kitten answers her question with her own.

"Sometimes," She'd offer at first, a proper answer in her own mind for although she did get to go to the moonstone every moon it wasn't as if she had a way to speak to them daily from within the clan, though the continuation of the question caught her off guard - had Iciclefang not taught her kits about StarClan as Moonbeam's own mother had done while she had been within the nursery? Before she could answer more questions were flung her way and it took the medicine cat a second to answer them as she gathered her thoughts, trying to make sure she answered all of them the best she could.

"They're important because they're our ancestors, they help us decide things important like forming the clans since that was something they tasked the original leaders to do and they give the leaders their lives so that they can help lead and protect the clan without worrying about leaving us too soon." It was something she had heard of time and time again, the importance of StarClan, and she got to experience it herself when she had began walking the path of a healer. "I'm not a StarClan cat, but I get to talk to them because that's part of a medicine cat's job. If too many cats get to talk with them they could get overwhelmed so they chose the medicine cats to speak with them so that they could share their news when they have it with few cats that go and share with the clan when needed." Medicine cats shared news of death, shared omens with leaders, as well as healed the clan. Not every cat could do the job well and she only hoped that she would continue to do so the best she could.

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 13 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Sometimes the pearled healer hums at first, and for a moment Pinekit is fully prepared to be disappointed. Luckily for the tiny tortoiseshell, she holds her tongue just long enough, as the rest of Moonbeams response comes spilling out only a few heartbeats after. Pinekit’s interest is fully caught, the grip shown in the slight stretch of her honeyed optics, the way she sits with her pupils glued to Moonbeams own. “So it’s true? Leaders get all those lives?” Pinekit echoes, unable to remember the exact number at this moment. The only thing that she could recall was that it was a lot.
“Is it scary? Talkin’ to all those dead cats…” Thoughts bounce off the walls of the she-kits head, so much so that she feels the need to tilt it. Sunshine optics dance around the herb-laden den once more, and she used to think Moonbeams life was so boring. “M’kay, so… you’re like a bridge then, huh? Mama says bridges connect two pieces of land together, but with you it’s like-” the patchwork kitten pauses with a slightly frustrated scrunch of her nose as she scrambles for her words. “Living and dead cats.” This time, her voice does not quirk into a question, Moonbeam is decidedly, undoubtedly, some kind of bridge. A cool kind of bridge though, even if the poor molly had to be surrounded by herbs and sick cats all day.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Moonbeam]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Pinekit watches in awe and Moonbeam can't help but let that usual smile form on her own maw, head nodding in response to the kit's next - and last - question for the time being. "They do, Cicadastar had nine lives, Smokestar had nine lives, and now Lichenstar has nine lives." What she didn't mention was how though there were many who might not believe in StarClan and the lives the leaders were given - whether it be those living outside the clans or in - there was no denying their presence for the medicine cat as she could feel the lives their leader was given. Even if she hadn't been there when she had recieved them she knew deep down that Lichenstar had nine lives and she could feel them. "Scary? No, they're kind cats. I think I was more scared waiting to see what would happen the first time than actually talking with them."

Had she known that Pinekit thought her life was boring she would have laughed as she had found out that it was anything but. She didn't get to go out into the territory and train as she once had, learning about battle moves and which clans had which defense mechanisms but she still learned and still lived a life of stress and adrenaline as warriors did. When compared to a bridge she was silent for a moment, thinking about the words the other had said before head would find itself nodding once more. "I never thought of it that way, but I think you're right." Despite Pinekit's young age and the thought of kits not to be insightful but more abrupt Pinekit had surprised her this day. Maybe she'd need to speak with the kits more often than she did now.

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

• --
• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 13 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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