{$title} takes place the day crow is brought to camp (late september)
CROWPAW โโ
shadowclan | apprentice
Crow's ears remain flattened as they enter the ShadowClan camp for the first time, and their small body slinks behind the patrol like they're little more than a flickering shadow. They try to avoid the gazes of the other cats, and to swallow down the way it suffocates them. They've never seen this many cats in one place - but, they remind themself, 'ma told me to come here... surely, there will be strength in numbers this way? They don't feel so sure of that; it's more like they're being singled out than surrounded by helpful aids. But they've come too far now, in the heart of these cats' territory, so they go where they're told to, slipping through the entrance of the medicine den.
It provides some small relief from prying eyes - Crow feels less like he's got gazes sharp as claws raking across his back. His tired, silvery eyes sweep over the cat before him. "Are you, um. The 'medicine cat'?" he asks, glancing away quickly when he realizes there's still a slight tremble in his voice. Hopefully this will be the last cat he has to meet in such a humiliating state today, with blood matting his tangled fur and tear-stains drying upon his face. The exhaustion that's clear in his expression likely doesn't help, either, and this realization makes Crow bite back a grimace.
"They said that you have to check me," she explains quietly, wrapping her tail around her paws protectively. Even though I already said the blood isn't mine, she adds internally. No matter - this cat will see that soon enough from the clear lack of cuts and claw-marks, and surely the few scrapes she does have are no big deal, right? Although it would be nice to finally get that stupid thorn out of her back that she can't reach...
Crow is not quite unlike him in appearances, distinctly black with only the lightest touches of white but while his own throat was wrapped in it and his face dusted the other only had a single spotting upon his forehead. Magpiepaw stares at it more than he looks at the other apprentice-aged cat, honing in on that white speck as if seeing something else. This stranger with a bird name akin to his, eyes silvery and starlit, was surely some kind of sign he imagined. The evidence was in that mark kissed upon their head, star-touched and bright amidst darkness. The medicine cat apprentice's tail twitches and he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth at their approach, violet-tinted hues regarding her with more neutrality than he was known for giving unfamiliar cats; more often than not he refused to linger near them and merely avoided until their pelt reeked more of the marsh than the forest and wasteland beyond. "Not quite." He chirped in reply to the question, it wasn't wrong but it wasn't exactly true either, "I am their apprentice, but you...you do not look as if you are suffering anything outside my own skills so I will happily practice on you." 'Happily' he says though his expression does not shift from its almost indifferent facade. The apprentice's nose wrinkles briefly as he takes in the scent of copper and dirt, but no sick scent, nothing seemed broken, he spoke clearly with no slurs nor stutters - obviously this was just a few scratches or something mild. Magpiepaw didn't need to pester Cicadabuzz for this. "Come sit." Long dark tail rose up and brushed along the ground in a guiding gesture to an unoccupied nest, "You look more filthy than wounded."
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MAGPIEPAW
โ medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
โ He/They "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
โ Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
โ Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome. #9272ee
"I am their apprentice," he says. How intriguingโฆ Crow wonders if she, too, will become an apprentice in exchange for staying here. Her 'ma had already taught how to hunt, how to fight, and which plants to avoid touching or eatingโฆ What could these cats possibly teach her that she didn't already know? Courage, maybe - but is that something that can be taught? Wondering about it makes Crow's head hurt worse, and she promptly shoves it to the back of her mind. The other cat has offered her a place to sit, which is just what she needs after everything she went through to end up here. She sighs with relief as she settles into the nest, letting her shoulders sag and her head hang low as she lowers her haunches onto the soft, welcoming moss.
It's only now that Crow realizes where Magpiepaw's gaze is set, and they briefly glance upward as if to look at the white spot on their own forehead. Their 'ma would call them 'little snowdrop' due to the shape of the marking, often giving the spot an affectionate lick or two when she did so. Crow would complain every time and try to squirm awayโฆ they regret that now. They wish they'd let her do it more. If only they had knownโฆ Crow quickly blinks away the tears that spring to their eyes, trying to shift their focus to something else.
"Oh, I think there's still a thornโฆ" he turns to peer over his shoulder as his back, his eyes narrowing to silver slits when he spots it just barely sticking out amongst his pitch-black fur. Normally he wouldn't be so upfront about needing help, but he's too exhausted and emotionally shaken to say it in his usual passive-aggressive manner. Oh well. He'll care later, after he finally gets some sleep.
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