PAFP Event ThunderClan SkyClan an antidote for strychnine / thunderclan herb patrol

[rowanpaw]

☼ There is something strange about everything now. It seems to Rowanpaw only reasonable to expect the entire world to stop with her, to stay in that moment of realization– her mother was sick. Very sick. And she does not know the cure, doesn't know how to treat it… Rowanpaw is no different from when she was a kit; still only capable of watching her mother slowly rot to her death… but no. No, this time will be different.

She did not yet speak with the authority Serpentberry does, but still, she had gone to the warrior's den and asked for a few to go with her; to where? Well, she wasn't exactly sure. She had led the patrol, letting her paws take her where they wanted to, stopping to smell different plants, study their leaves, and try and guess what might be useful…

She casts a glance over her shoulder, spotting Ghoststrike's masked face scanning their surroundings. Why had he agreed to come…? He didn't seem like the type for a somewhat aimless mission; but then, Rowanpaw didn't know him all that well. Perhaps he went out of a sense of duty? To pay back Serpentberry for what she had done for him and Thunderflash after the battle?

Rowanpaw suddenly stops as she looks in front of her once more and sees… that she is back in the clearing where the colony had lived. Why? Why has she come here? Surely no good could come of this place, this cursed place–

There's a shift in the undergrowth on the other side of the clearing, a brief glimpse of fur– she feels her heartbeat like the pounding of a thousand paws in her head.

"Who's there?" She asks, hoping the rest of her patrol weren't too far behind her.

creator, you destroy me

you know my hunger well.

• ooc: this is a planned encounter with @SWALLOWPAW , so please wait for that reply before posting! after that, any skyclan kitties are free to join– as for thunderclan, i imagine Rowanpaw will have brought about three warriors with her for safety, one of those being @GHOSTSTRIKE , leaving two spots open! if you have any questions, you can find me in the discord as teddy :3
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  rowanpaw, 11 moons, thunderclan apprentice
  russet furred she-cat, lawful neutral
  healing and soft powerplay allowed

 

[SWALLOWPAW]

swallowpaw dislikes leaving her storage unattended for so long, but she knows newleaf is a generous time and can't be wasted. if i spend this long gathering herbs, i'll be able to take a rest this week, the girl tells herself. non-calloused paws push past every bush, flower, and stem to find something usable. she tells the warriors accompanying her they can go hunt if they can't help her, she feels bad enough needing bodyguards to watch her back.

her shoulder brushes against some undergrowth, and she pauses when an unfamiliar voice calls out to her, ears swiveling in that direction. "there's someone here! stars... i-i thought we'd be alone." she complains like a student interacting with a classmate outside of school. mustering up the courage, the girl cautiously shuffles out of the foliage, eyes whipping back to her companions every other step. "we're... um, skyclan." her voice heroically breaks in the middle of her sentence.

any skyclanners can tag along!

ʚɞ

 

[rowanpaw]

☼ Rowanpaw's heart does something very strange indeed when the stranger appears from the foliage; a sort of hop and a skip, like an attempt at jumping right out of her chest. The young molly who shows herself is a vision of tender beauty; her voice soft but nervous. Skyclan? A fitting clan for someone like her… her fur is soft and long, curling in places like the bending of tall grass in the wind. Rowanpaw is not all too surprised at the appearance of another clan. Shadowclan, Thunderclan, Riverclan… and now Skyclan. It all seemed to fit, somehow, or perhaps she was just distracted by the pretty girl in front of her.

Slowly, an idea starts to form in the back of her mind… Skyclan would have a medicine cat too, wouldn't they? Maybe they would know how to help Serpentberry…?

She takes a few brave steps towards the other– "I am the medicine cat apprentice of Thunderclan," she begins, and lowers her head slightly, not wanting to appear hostile. "My name is Rowanpaw."

Riverclan had been friendly enough, but Shadowclan still haunted them like a certain darkness on the horizon. If Rowanpaw was the first Thunderclan cat to meet Skyclan, she would do her best to make them an ally.

"I have… I have an urgent request," she continues, trying to keep the fear out of her voice, the looming grief– "my mother– the medicine cat of our clan– has fallen ill. I haven't been an apprentice for long, and I… I don't know how to help her… this is the first time I've had to deal with illness of this kind…" she lowers her head once more, now out of embarrassment. "If possible, I would like to speak with the medicine cat's of your clan and ask for their guidance… I…" she swallows roughly. "Please… I don't want to lose my mother…"

creator, you destroy me

you know my hunger well.

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  rowanpaw, 11 moons, thunderclan apprentice
  russet furred she-cat, lawful neutral
  healing and soft powerplay allowed

 

[THUNDERFLASH]

He had a sense of duty clinging to him from the instant that Rowanpaw pushed into the den and asked for help. There hadn't been much of an explanation as to why they needed to go look for herbs, but Thunderflash could assume this was to help Serpentberry and Rowanpaw collectively in one way or another. He had volunteered, of course, alongside of Ghoststrike. There was something of a bound connection here, too- baby blues shifting towards darker ones every now and again. Ever since the border scuffle he had been careful at the distance he did (and didn't) keep from the taller. The silence in the clearing not too far from here. The moss pressed to his shoulder...

Blue eyes darted away and forward, ears shoved forward and nose inhaling deeply. Distracted, again! Idiot. He thought inwardly, the unfamiliar cat stepping out of the underbrush here. Thunderflash blinked with a hint of confusion, watching more cats gather from the other side of the bush. His shoulder tingled, and while Rowanpaw introduced herself to the other apprentice, he slowly stepped forward. He didn't glance back towards Ghoststrike or any of the other warriors alongside him, didn't hesitate for a moment, but he wasn't leaping to any conclusions either. Only the one that if this was an unfriendly interaction, Serpentberry was going to kill all of them if Rowanpaw got hurt.

And, even as much as it hurt to hear Rowanpaw nearly begging for help... it needed to be done. If neither of them knew and could fix his friend... Well. He swallows gently. "My name is Thunderflash, a Storm Guard of Thunderclan." He introduces himself. Calm down. Diplomatic. Don't rush. "You'd be doin' us a favor, really." He does his best to keep his accent tame, aware that it could make others stare at him all confused if it laid on thick. "... We don't... We can't lose her." He finishes. Part of him hurt for asking for help, like there was some kind of mental block in his head for that kind of thing, but it needed to be done. Needed to.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

• "speech"
  // im sorry this is so messy omg
  

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty one moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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There was no secret motivation or grand reasoning behind Ghosts offer to come along; it was just his job to do these things. 'A force of defensive reckoning', Juniperstar had called him. And while Ghost hadn't had any intention of dying for another cat now that he was finally free of the Coalition, he found it was all too easy to step between potential danger and one of his clanmates. Well, most of them them, anyway.

Some, easier than others.

He ignored the urge to glance at the chocolate tabby, telling himself it wasn't the time nor the place to be distracted. One of their healers-- the youngest and most vulnerable-- was outside their clans boundaries in unchecked territory, and the only thing standing between her and every hawk, rogue, twoleg, and dog was the meager patrol she'd brought along with her. He couldn't say he agreed with it, but she'd looked determined to go and he trusted his own claws and teeth more than anyone elses.

He wasn't sure weather or not she'd intended to lead them back toward the old camp, but it's eventually where he found his paws were taking him. He had no real feelings about the place, other than the unsettling feeling that arose whenever he recalled the spirits of all the dead he watched walk here that night. Proof he'd never wanted of an afterlife he'd hoped to avoid.

The sudden rustling in the brush had him tensing, preparing for the worst, and that didn't change even when it was a young shecat and her companions who emerged. Skyclan, she called them, and this time he did allow himself a glance in Thunderflashes direction, a silent 'you hearing this? passing between them. First Shadowclan. Then Riverclan. Now there was a Skyclan to add to the mix? How many groups would be surrounded them by the end of it? And perhaps just as importantly, what was 'Starclan' up to? they were the ones who had made Thunderclan what they were, so he had no reason to believe they weren't also responsible for these other ones.

If they'd give a cat like Sable the right to lead, who knew who else they had in power out here playing their little games.

The step he took after Rowanpaw was automatic, a towering dark shadow of stripes and scars and unreadable dark eyes, but he didn't interfere with her or the others as they made their rounds of introductions, even when unease swooped in his gut at the blatant mention of their sick healer. Was that really a smart move, revealing such a weakness so quickly? He wasn't sure, but there was no taking it back now and they could only hope for the best from there, especially with talks of debts going up.

They weren't doing bad, though. Rowanpaw and Thunderflash both were conducting themselves with good sense-- enough so that if a fight did break out here, Juniperstar wouldn't be able to name her own cats the antogonists.

"Ghoststrike. One of their warriors." he added, if only to contribute. He might not be the charismatic force his companions were, but he could at least participate in the formalities until he had incentive not to.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

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• mentoring Cinderpaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan warrior- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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