Stoatstream Stoatstream
In every rosewater rivulet that runs from you.
In every rosewater rivulet that runs from you.
ShadowClan
Thief
SOMETHING SACRED
HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW
The days had grown long, exhausting. While the weight of her father's finally awakening was lifted from her shoulders, she still did not find relief in what was otherwise a positive update. He still was not well, not shaken his illness quite yet, and with leafbare so close, herbs would grow just as scarce as the prey. A terrifying thought, to be so close and yet the seasons being a killing blow.
It was how she sought out Magpiepaw, as much of a younger brother to her as Monsterpaw in everything but title. He was the son of her mentor, her leader, but she watched him grow, took care of him when their clanmates sneered at his half-clan status. Smarter and more skilled than half of them in her eyes, she would defend the young tom like kin. So, just as she had taken time with her family, with Timberfrost finally on the mend, she quietly asked if the apprentice wanted to join her out in the territory to find some flowers or herbs, offering him some small respite in the wake of so much pressure on his shoulders.
They walked for some small time, out into the pocosin, Stoatstream acutely aware that in the midst of both their trainings, she had had little time to check on Magpie. A fact she regretted, being a medicine cat was no easy feat, and she wanted to ensure, if even in some small way, he was okay. She watched him as they padded side by side. He did not speak, so she was the one to fill the silence. "You know, Magpie." Voice soft, rather not wanting to raise her voice too loud, but still her warm intonation as she met him with a smile. "I don't think I've said it enough, but I'm proud of you."
She let the sentiment hang in the air, the bitter scent of wild garlic catching her attention as she padded away a little, only recognising it following some of the patrol's injuries from the past moon of scavenging. Stoatstream lowered her head and plucked a stem or two before tucking them into her tail fur, delicate as a bird preening.
The molly wanted Magpie to sit with the sentiment for a breath longer before she continued. "What you do- What you have done. It's not easy work. You are still in training, but I think any cat could see just how much you have grown." Something solemn clung to her gaze as the ivory molly's expression faltered. "You were stronger than any warrior when you came to help my father. That strength isn't easily found."
Strength itself was a vague concept; a cat did not need to be a looming brute to have that resistance within them. She alone was evidence of it, a warrior who for all intents and purposes had never proven herself in a fight. But what a medicine cat could do was something in a different league, and for that, she held an undying pride for Magpiepaw, and she hoped he knew how much he deserved that, too.
But her maw parted with a smile, tail dusting the grass and earth underpaw. "I'm rambling again. Don't mind me, I just... Wanted to make sure you're okay. I don't care how old we both are, I'll always be looking out for you, Magpie." Her ear flicked as she chuckled sheepishly. It was more a nervous habit than anything,
It was how she sought out Magpiepaw, as much of a younger brother to her as Monsterpaw in everything but title. He was the son of her mentor, her leader, but she watched him grow, took care of him when their clanmates sneered at his half-clan status. Smarter and more skilled than half of them in her eyes, she would defend the young tom like kin. So, just as she had taken time with her family, with Timberfrost finally on the mend, she quietly asked if the apprentice wanted to join her out in the territory to find some flowers or herbs, offering him some small respite in the wake of so much pressure on his shoulders.
They walked for some small time, out into the pocosin, Stoatstream acutely aware that in the midst of both their trainings, she had had little time to check on Magpie. A fact she regretted, being a medicine cat was no easy feat, and she wanted to ensure, if even in some small way, he was okay. She watched him as they padded side by side. He did not speak, so she was the one to fill the silence. "You know, Magpie." Voice soft, rather not wanting to raise her voice too loud, but still her warm intonation as she met him with a smile. "I don't think I've said it enough, but I'm proud of you."
She let the sentiment hang in the air, the bitter scent of wild garlic catching her attention as she padded away a little, only recognising it following some of the patrol's injuries from the past moon of scavenging. Stoatstream lowered her head and plucked a stem or two before tucking them into her tail fur, delicate as a bird preening.
The molly wanted Magpie to sit with the sentiment for a breath longer before she continued. "What you do- What you have done. It's not easy work. You are still in training, but I think any cat could see just how much you have grown." Something solemn clung to her gaze as the ivory molly's expression faltered. "You were stronger than any warrior when you came to help my father. That strength isn't easily found."
Strength itself was a vague concept; a cat did not need to be a looming brute to have that resistance within them. She alone was evidence of it, a warrior who for all intents and purposes had never proven herself in a fight. But what a medicine cat could do was something in a different league, and for that, she held an undying pride for Magpiepaw, and she hoped he knew how much he deserved that, too.
But her maw parted with a smile, tail dusting the grass and earth underpaw. "I'm rambling again. Don't mind me, I just... Wanted to make sure you're okay. I don't care how old we both are, I'll always be looking out for you, Magpie." Her ear flicked as she chuckled sheepishly. It was more a nervous habit than anything,
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YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS
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YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH
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STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 14 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw & Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.